Last week Sean worked in France. Since the company can’t seem to get their act together on sending us home or sending us to France to start planning our future, we decided to take matters into our own hands. I made appointments with two schools and we went for a visit.
The first school we went to was the American School of Paris (ASP). It was a beautiful school on a gated campus, just outside of Paris. It is a complete school, offering all the grades. That said, ASP is beautiful, shiny, new and scream America. Including that 80% of the kids recently polled own a Mac computer and 20% own a PC. We could live outside or inside the city because they have an extensive bus service with bus times varying according to scheduled activities after school. They have a cafeteria that employees a French cook! I can just send them on to the bus in the morning and then collect them when they are returning home. Easy button, viola!
Enter International School of Paris (ISP). They have two different places for the school. My two older children would on a campus that is across the Seine from the Eiffel Tower. They would have classes scattered between three beautiful, old buildings. One of the buildings used to be an art school for women in the 1920’s. Their work can be seen in the beautifully carved banisters in the stairway. No catered meals as most kids bring their own. No need to buy their own laptops though as the school has enough electronic devices (computers, laptops, Ipads etc) in classrooms that there is no need to buy one. The lower school is two buildings that were once houses. The school is wonderfully quirky. It does not have a wonderful bus service. My gut tells me that my kids will fit in their better here.
Both schools offers the International Baccalaureate Program for Oldest Son. In talking about his education opportunities, he has decided that an IB diploma would be best for his future. He could go to a British School or even a regular American school. He has a couple of different options. I am glad that he is taking an interest in his options.
We left with a lot to think about. The plan for now is to submit applications and wait and see what happens.
The first school we went to was the American School of Paris (ASP). It was a beautiful school on a gated campus, just outside of Paris. It is a complete school, offering all the grades. That said, ASP is beautiful, shiny, new and scream America. Including that 80% of the kids recently polled own a Mac computer and 20% own a PC. We could live outside or inside the city because they have an extensive bus service with bus times varying according to scheduled activities after school. They have a cafeteria that employees a French cook! I can just send them on to the bus in the morning and then collect them when they are returning home. Easy button, viola!
Enter International School of Paris (ISP). They have two different places for the school. My two older children would on a campus that is across the Seine from the Eiffel Tower. They would have classes scattered between three beautiful, old buildings. One of the buildings used to be an art school for women in the 1920’s. Their work can be seen in the beautifully carved banisters in the stairway. No catered meals as most kids bring their own. No need to buy their own laptops though as the school has enough electronic devices (computers, laptops, Ipads etc) in classrooms that there is no need to buy one. The lower school is two buildings that were once houses. The school is wonderfully quirky. It does not have a wonderful bus service. My gut tells me that my kids will fit in their better here.
Both schools offers the International Baccalaureate Program for Oldest Son. In talking about his education opportunities, he has decided that an IB diploma would be best for his future. He could go to a British School or even a regular American school. He has a couple of different options. I am glad that he is taking an interest in his options.
We left with a lot to think about. The plan for now is to submit applications and wait and see what happens.
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