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Sunday, 2 October 2011
French Teachers on Strike (again).
It's Sunday, and as most bloggers are away visiting family, charity shops, and theme parks, I shall indulge myself with this short moan.
A handful of children turned up at our house earlier on in the week for a swim. When I asked them why they weren't at school they replied 'our teachers are on strike again'.
When I was their age (about 10ish) I don't think I even knew what a 'strike' was. Sadly these children are only too aware, as, here in France, it's become a regular occurrence.
During my brief teaching career I wouldn't have dreamed of skipping a day's work, let alone going on strike. If I'd felt that angry about my employment conditions, I'd simply have handed in my notice and found another job.
It reminds me of a televised conversation between a Japanese car worker and an English Trades Union leader. The Japanese worker worked so hard, and for such long hours, that as soon as he left for home each evening he fell fast asleep on the train. The 'terribly concerned' Union boss asked him why he didn't go on strike. The Japanese worker replied 'it wouldn't be in the interest of my company'.
Can it ever be in the interest of school children for their teachers to go out on strike? I think NOT. What sort of lesson does it teach!
I should also add that the teaching profession in France has it pretty good. Not only the usual long holidays, but early retirement, and a fabulously generous pension. Not a lot to moan about.
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I was born just south of London, but for the past 50 years I've lived in S W France. I am a painter by profession, and writer by desire. Lady Magnon and I live in an ancient cottage, in a tiny village, in perfectly tranquil countryside. We have a vegetable garden called 'Haddock's' (this may crop up from time to time), plenty of fruit trees, and a view that takes the breath away; we also have a Border Collie called Billy. I try to treat our planet with respect, and encourage others to do likewise (without preaching).
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