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Category archive: West Indies
Snuffleupagus (maybe someone can explain to me about that name) has been in deepest, darkest Jamaica, visiting her parents, and also one of its most dangerous schools. She was warned to stay away, but went anyway:
So I ask her to tell me about a time when a child did something really bad. She takes a deep breath, and I pull my chair closer to her desk, waiting to hear the delectable details. ‘Well,’ she starts, pausing as if to catch her breath, ‘once I told a boy to sit down, and ...’ I lean in closer. ‘And what ..? I ask, as if in a Roman coliseum, waiting for the gore. She whispers ‘He said he didn’t want to sit down.’ Her eyes open wide as she sits back, satisfied that she has shocked me to the core.
‘What’s it like at your school in inner city London?’ She asks.
I smile. ‘Much the same.’ I lie. What else can I say? I’m simply astonished.
Having spent the morning with them, I thank the Principal for having me. She shakes my hand vigorously, smiling from ear to ear. ‘Thank you, thank you,’ she squeals, ‘thank you for not being too intimidated to come.’
If those teachers came to London, she says, they wouldn’t stand a chance.
Before that, Snuffy (as I believe her friends call her) visited a non-dangerous Jamaican school, and that is vividly described also.