Friday, February 06, 2015

Global Village Acad-envy


G&G with the "bonjour" bear outside the French classroom
An hour north of where I live, in the city where I used to teach, a new campus of an immersion charter school has opened.  This elementary school offers classes in Spanish, Mandarin, and French, and if I didn't so love my kids' Spanish immersion school already, I would be tempted to quit my job and spend my days driving back and forth to Fort Collins so that they could go to school in French!

Definitely not practical, non?  But I can still take them there on special occasions, like last week's French International Night:


In a crowded, stage-less cafeteria, Griff and Gwyn watched kids their ages sing songs they know and act out a story they've heard many times, all in French.  So valuable!

The cast of Cendrillon takes a bow
And then some college students acted out Le petit chaperon rouge, which is Gwyn's most favorite fairy tale ever.  (At least this week.)
Most fun, however, was the time afterwards for exploring the French-themed stations:


The kids played Le jeu de l'oie on a huge gameboard marked out in masking tape on the floor,



built castles out of cardboard,




and indulged in French cheese, croissants, and crêpes au Nutella et à la confiture.

(I indulged too, naturally!)
We could probably spread Nutella on a dirty sock full of Brussels sprouts and my children would eat it up. 
I also enjoyed peeking nosing around the classroom to see their materials and decorations in French:


Unsurprisingly, very similar to what I see in Griffin's classroom--but somehow so much cuter in French!
And while I know that my own children will not be attending Global Village Academy, I'm nonetheless thrilled the school exists 50 miles away, which means that 20+ kids every year will start learning French as kindergarteners; some of them will no doubt go on to study French at Colorado State, thus strengthening the foreign language program there, and perhaps some of them will drop into my library storytimes and playdates in French in the meantime!

4 comments:

  1. Oh, why can't this be in Boulder County! Sounds fantastic.

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  2. LOL, I laughed ruefully at your opening paragraph, and thought to myself "I should be so lucky!" Here, two-hour commutes are normal, everyday obstacles that I would gladly face for the chance at immersion French classes for the boys! Wanna trade places?

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    1. Nope! (But I'd love to come visit.) I guess it's all relative, isn't it? If we could just hop on a train à la Europe, an hour-long commute wouldn't be as awful to contemplate. But there's no way my kids could go to the French school and still allow me to keep my job.

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