Thursday, April 28, 2016

Oliver! in Luxembourg



Two English-speaking theatre clubs in Luxembourg recently collaborated on a grand production of "Oliver!"-- the musical based on Dickens' classic novel, Oliver Twist. James and Daphne were cast as workhouse orphans, as well as members of Fagin's gang of pick-pockets.

The long road to the 5-performance-run of April 2016 began way back in June of last year, with a casting call in the English version of the local newspaper for kids ages 8-18. James had just made his theatrical debut as Simba in his class production of The Lion King, so acting was fresh in the minds of the kids when I suggested Daphne audition. She had mentioned several times that she would enjoy being in a play, even before James stared in one. She prepared a song for the audition, but James was only 7 and too young to participate. However, a friend pointed out that the children only had to be 8 by the time of the actual show, a detail I'd overlooked. So at the last minute James threw in his lot with one of the only English songs he can perform on the spot, "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star."

auditions in June 2015
We had no idea what to expect at the casting call, having never done this before, but also because it's a foreign country and "not knowing what to expect" is a way of life. The kids were ushered one by one to another room to sing for the music director, while the main group were taken through some warm-up exercises. Next, the kids paired off with a few lines of basic dialogue to prepare and perform, first in their normal voices and then with an assigned emotion (James had "afraid" and Daphne had "rude"). And they did a pretty nice job if I do say so myself!

But then came the dancing bit, where they had to learn and execute a bit of choreography, complete with paper plates as top hats. The directors took video of the final product to examine later. Dancing is not our family's strong suit, so that didn't go so well. We told our two not to get their hopes up.

But lo and behold, we found out a few weeks later that they made the chorus. Rehearsals would begin in the fall of 2015, every Saturday afternoon and some weeknights, until the performances the following spring (7 months in all). Slightly intimidated by the prospect of such an intense commitment, but comforted by the fact that they would at least have each other, they accepted the roles.

first rehearsal, October 2015
And it was indeed a serious business; 40 kids and teens, 40 adults, a 50-member production team, a 26-member orchestra, costumes and sets shipped from the UK, make-up tutorials, practicing music at home, parent volunteer duties, hunting down the proper shoes, costume fittings, up-till-midnight rehearsals on school nights in the weeks leading up to the show....a massive undertaking by all involved.

We wondered how the kids would handle it, and at times they did appear to be growing tired of it all.  But as the date of the performances approached, their excitement built, and the more intense things became, the more they actually seemed to enjoy it. Additionally, the bonds between the young chorus members grew as they spent so much down-time together between their scenes, so they all looked forward to rehearsals with their new friends.

workhouse orphans
Thankfully, the show was a great success, with five sold-out performances from Thursday through Sunday. Unfortunately, Daphne became ill on Friday morning and had to miss the evening's performance. She took the disappointment quite well (far better than I did!) and was able to return for the last three performances.
"Oliver!" song - Daphne is middle table, front row. James is left table, second row, no hat. Because "he has awesome hair already"photo: Geoff Thompson, chronicle.lu
The director cast two kids each for the staring roles of Oliver and The Artful Dodger (illness insurance), so Pete and I went to the show twice to see both combinations. I didn't take any photos during the show; we were sitting down front and I didn't want to be a distraction to those behind us. I did take some backstage the night I helped with kid make-up and corralling. Fortunately, photos appeared in local online newspapers, and a friend of the cast took some as well. Most are pretty far away with the kids the background, so you may want to click on them to enlarge.

Here are a few more of the orphans:
"Food, Glorious Food" photo: Alfonso Salgueiro
Daphne getting her gruel.  photo: Guy Jallay, wort.lu
James looks on as Oliver speaks his iconic "Please sir, I want some more" line. photo: Alfonso Salgueiro
costume and makeup change for Fagin's gang
Both sitting to the left in the background. photo: Alfonso Salgueiro
James just to the left of Fagin at the end of "You've Got to Pick a Pocket or Two" photo: Alfonso Salgueiro
Standing to the left of Fagin in the background.  photo: Geoff Thompson, chronicle.lu
James to the right, singing "It's a Fine Life" photo: Alfonso Salgueiro
Daphne and James at the right, marching and singing "Be Back Soon" photo: Alfonso Salgueiro
James and Daphne at the far left. photo: Alfonso Salgueiro
And a couple more backstage...
Orphans with iPads
Orphans in Elevators
cast photo, James and Daphne front row
We were very proud of our kids for all their hard work, and of Luxembourg itself for pulling this off in a country where English is not one of the official languages. Apparently over 25 nationalities were represented in the production. I'm sure the kids will have vivid memories of this experience when they look back on their time in Luxembourg many years from now.

Friday, March 25, 2016

Moving to Seattle: School Research



Continuing on from my last post, we arrived for our Seattle visit late Saturday morning. I had lined up a handful of apartment/house appointments around town, so we spent most of the weekend trekking around the city for those. However, since we aren't moving until mid-summer, it was way too early to sign a lease. We still own our house back in Portland (which is now PAID OFF! WOO HOO!), so we want to rent for awhile in Seattle before we make any long-term decisions like selling and buying a house. All that to say, these apartment appointments were just to form a basic idea of the different neighborhoods and to see what's available to rent in our price range.

More on house-hunting in another post, but suffice it to say that Seattle is very expensive. Yes, even compared to Luxembourg. And yes, that's saying something.


Once Monday rolled around, Pete was busy with work during the day and bonding with new colleagues in the evenings, so I was left to my own devices to "figure out Seattle." I had a couple more housing appointments on Monday and Tuesday, and also had planned to visit a few schools that happened to be hosting new student tours and orientations that week. Seattle Public Schools was in the middle of its open enrollment/school choice period, when you can sign up for a school that would not be your assigned neighborhood school based on your physical address. So a few of the more popular or specialized schools were in show-off mode.


Sometime on Tuesday I decided it was a waste of time to continue forming emotional attachments to apartments we will definitely not be living in, and shifted my focus almost entirely to schools. Because what I really wanted to learn about on this trip was the different neighborhoods in Seattle, and it seemed to me that the neighborhood schools would be a starting point to compare and contrast. I began showing up at schools one by one, open house or not, asking whoever I could find in the office, hallway, or classroom (when I got that far) about the school and its demographics. Then drove or walked around the surrounding area. All told, I made it to about 20 schools in four days.

I spoke to secretaries, parent volunteers, principals, teachers, librarians, and school nurses. Sometimes I scored a visitor badge and a self-tour, while other times I was even treated to an impromptu guided tour. Occasionally I only managed a quick peak down the hall past the front office, or a "please come back at X-time next week," but in general everyone was friendly and helpful following my expat-mom-repatriating-with-two-kids-and-just-here-for-the-week-please-help speech. I had it down pat by the end.

Daphne had just under one year of half-day kindergarten in the US, so I had only barely dipped my toes into the American school system from a parent perspective before we left four years ago. No big surprise: there are many differences between Luxembourgish public school and American public school. Some of these I have already discussed at length on this blog. But facing school going the other direction is the real beginning of our reverse culture shock. This is a well-documented phenomenon, but when you return from an international move, you notice more about your home culture than you ever did before. The experience is an enhanced but somewhat distorted flashback that brings every difference into sharp, often garish focus. You begin to question the purpose or necessity of each aspect of your culture, wondering how it got to be that way in the first place. Welcome to your foreign-home-culture; it kinda makes your head spin.

Here are just a few of the differences that are currently setting my brain awhirl:

Buildings

Seattle's Coe Elementary- built in 2002, but evokes the character of an older historically landmarked building that was destroyed in a fire
There is a large variety of school buildings both in Luxembourg and in Seattle, primarily based on the era of construction or rehabilitation.
Viewlands Elementary in North Seattle from the 50s
B.F Day Elementary. A lot more wood and brick in Pacific Northwest schools and homes. Luxembourg is made of concrete and stone.
But the layout of a school is not mere surface aesthetics; it tells you a lot about how the school functions.
Luxembourgish public schools don't have these!
American schools have a main office, housing the administrative staff of the school. Growing up around school offices, it took Pete and me a long time to wrap our minds around Luxembourgish school buildings, consisting of only hallways and classrooms. That's because there are no admins, nurses, principals, or vice principals to put in any offices. More on principals later...

When we first attempted to contact and visit schools in Luxembourg, we were at a loss - how do you even approach a school without going to the main office or front desk first!? Now, at our kids' school, if we need to get in, we can ring a doorbell and the custodian (they do have those) might answer if he's around. Barring that, you call up the teacher's personal mobile or class phone and they'll come down or send a student. But this is not very useful unless you're already part of the school. I admit, I was quite grateful for main offices and school secretaries on this trip!

gotta have the school motto up
And there is artwork all over the hallways in American schools. Somewhere along the line, the amount of art on the walls became one of the biggest measures of the quality of a school in the eyes of parents. But more on parents later...

more artwork and projects
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And what would an American school be without the lunchroom or cafeteria? Answer: a Luxembourgish school!
Can you smell the cheese pizza?  These looked almost identical in all the Seattle schools
At Luxembourgish school, kids are on lunch break from 12:30pm to 2pm, give or take. During that time they either go home for lunch, or their parents pay for them to stay at the onsite daycare to eat there. In the latter case, they eat in regular-sized, multipurpose classrooms with their assigned daycare workers. The elementary school cafeteria is a strong childhood memory for me, and a completely foreign concept for my kids. They were absolutely blown away by that cafeteria photo!

the kids were also impressed with the photos I took of school libraries
I have never seen the library at my kids' school here in Luxembourg. They tell me it's in the basement and about the size of their bedroom at home. They each visit and check out one book per week.

American computer lab
Perhaps some Luxembourgish schools have computer labs, but ours does not. Instead, there is one set of laptops that gets shared between all the classes at the school as needed.

classroom
The above photo could easily be of a Luxembourgish school, except for the Welcome sign in English and the wood floors.

However, a handful of elementary schools in Seattle are "open concept" or "open space." When I first heard someone mention this, I assumed it must be part of an effort by Seattle schools to prepare kids for the modern work world of post-cubical, open-plan offices at places like at Amazon. You know, a great sea of desks with corporate drones typing away at computers. If you're depressed by that vision for an elementary school, you're not alone. But, as it turns out, open concept was an experimental trend from the 1970s meant to promote collaboration and flexibility amongst teachers and students. It typically looks like clusters of 3-5 classes in one large warehouse space, separated only by low bookshelves and other modular dividers. Some of the open concept schools I visited had since been remodeled slightly to put up some permanent walls and create a few traditional classrooms, but most still embrace their layout's positives and negatives as part of the school's DNA. The main downside I witnessed at one open concept school was when I could smell whatever they'd served for lunch--everywhere.
I didn't get a great picture because most rooms were full of kids, but this room has another class behind and wraps around to the right into another class's space
Several of the more culturally-diverse schools proudly highlighted this aspect.
Kimball Elementary with "Welcome" in many languages
this school in West Seattle has significant Somali population, enough to translate all its signs
And one last building comment: portables. Although most of the schools I visited had them, I didn't think to snap a photo, probably because, let's face it, they're quite uninspiring. In the US, a school builds portables outside for additional classrooms when it's overcrowded. That probably happens sometimes in Luxembourg too, but I think it more commonly means they're in the middle of remodeling the old building or constructing a brand new one for the school. And what they call a "portable" structure here seems a lot like a standard quality, permanent school in the US. An American can't fathom that they'd actually tear it down once the "real" school is finished.

Principals

My first taste of principal-related reverse culture shock came before I even set foot in a Seattle Public School. It surfaced when I began researching Seattle housing online. For a each property, Zillow displays the nearby schools and a link to their ratings on greatschools.org.

The existence of the Great Schools website itself brought on flashbacks of struggling to find similar information for Luxembourg public schools. My inquires about comparing schools four years ago were met with either confusion or offense. "All our schools are the same" was the standard response from the relocation agent, the Ministry of Education, and even from parents. End of discussion.

But back to principals for the moment.

On the Zillow Great Schools summary page, you're given the following for each school:


Let's take those one by one. 1) Teacher quality: sure. Makes sense.

2) Principal leadership. Wait, huh? Right, of course there are school principals in the US, I remember those. But then the bigger realization dawned....oh right. The principal is a big deal. The quality of the school is directly linked to the quality of the principal. The principal sets the tone for everything. The principal is the leader. A bad principal equals a bad school. It's a make or break situation, at least in perception and probably also in reality. We shall see.

And sure enough, I witnessed this effect, and even felt its direct effect on me, as I visited the schools. Overall I had contact with 7 or 8 principals, either speaking at open houses or in personal conversations. I picked up a clear vibe for each one: their personality, passions, leadership style, comfort in their role, vision for the school, etc. And I caught myself already forming strong opinions. From parents and teachers, I heard about how this or that principal left and who came on next and what that did to the school. I even heard of families and teachers uprooting to follow a principal to the next school. That's commitment.

Then I thought about our little Luxembourgish school, with a head teacher who lives a block away from the campus and who I've had personal contact with maybe once, and very indirect contact with a handful of times in four years. I thought about how at one time I couldn't imagine a school without a principal, office and administrative staff. I thought about the Luxembourg Ministry of Education, which I know monitors the schools, but I'm embarrassed to admit I have no idea what that looks like in practice. And I thought about the great salaries for Luxembourgish teachers.

"Low overhead" was the term that kept popping into my mind.

I think that's all I'll say about that for now!

Parent Involvement

The last difference I'll highlight in this mammoth of a post is the whole parent issue. "Parent Involvement" was number three in the review categories on greatschools.org and another big reverse culture shock moment before we even set foot in Seattle.

To help illustrate why, I will bring you up to speed on parent involvement at our Luxembourgish school:

  1. Parents do not raise or donate money to help fund or run the school.
  2. Parents do not volunteer in the classrooms or anywhere inside the school. They are barely allowed in the school building to begin with (I was kicked out by the custodian just last week). This may explain why although there is some student art in the hallways, it's not as intense as in the States; there aren't as many parents around to ogle it.
  3. Parents do not chaperone field trips, including multiple night camping trips.
  4. Parents can be part of a parent group that puts together 2-3 school parties a year. Money raised through small raffles and food sales at the parties goes to fund the next party. I am in this group at our school.
  5. There is in fact a parent-teacher committee for the school, with elected parent members. I have seen the notice come through about nominations and elections (in French so I just got the gist). I have never had contact with this committee and have no idea what it does. It definitely does not raise money for the school from the parents or surrounding community.

But then I realized, or re-remembered (it's getting harder to tell which), that parent involvement is huge deal in American schools. The "good schools" are the ones with the most parent involvement. The "bad schools" have disinterested parents, or parents who are all too busy making ends meet to be super involved.

As I visited Seattle schools, "we have a very active PTA!" was constantly pitched to me as the prime selling point. Through annual auctions, jump-a-thons and the like, they had raised anywhere from $50,000 to $300,000 in a given year to fund things like after school enrichment activities, reading or math specialists, classroom supplies and equipment, and even extra full or part time regular classroom teachers to help reduce class size. Another frequent point of pride was "our parents are very involved," usually meaning they contribute many volunteer hours.

A few of the schools in the "poorer" areas did not gush about their PTAs. I had to ask about it myself, since I was still curious. One secretary looked at me a bit like I was some pretentious yuppy snob and scoffed as she said something like, "no, we don't do that out here, those are the schools further south of us. We have a couple parents who do sort of a PTA." A principal at an inner-city school told me that in lieu of a PTA, they have a parent committee that helps advocate at the district for programs that support struggling families in the school community, since most of them are in need of support rather than being in a position to give financially or in volunteer hours.

The flip side is that the schools in the poorer areas typically have more kids with extra needs, so they receive more money from the district for during and after school programming and support based on need anyway. At least that's how I understand the system in broad, generalized strokes.

Side note: Luxembourgish schools don't have after school clubs and activities directly associated with the school. Any sports or extra-curriculars are run though completely separate, private organizations.

peaking in at a little after school sewing club at a school without a PTA
In Summary

Whew, that was a lot of blog post! I could go on, but I will end with this review of a school that I thought sums up why I'm feeling all the weirdness I'm feeling. I didn't even go looking for it; it was the first one that popped up when I went to take a screen shot of a review. To an American who's only known American school, I suppose it seems completely normal. For me, it feels...vaguely familiar yet oddly foreign.

We've got the "we're lost without our beloved principal" bit. We've got the general feeling of scarcity and desparation regarding parent volunteers and funding issues. And we've got a reference to the honorary 4th category for greatschool.org reviews: artwork on the walls.

So no, we haven't found a place to live yet, nor do we know which school the kids will attend. We missed the school choice window so they will attend whichever public school is closest to our home. I didn't do all this school research to hand-pick a specific school for our kids. Instead, I feel like we have plenty of suitable options. Ideally, we'd like a neighborhood and school with a bit of socioeconomic and cultural diversity, and we aren't on a hunt for "the best school," but all options are on still on the table. The experience of moving to a foreign country and doing the same - taking whatever neighborhood public school we got, but with even less control or understanding ahead of time than we have going the other way - has made us much less concerned about these things. Sure, if we end up somewhere and things go horribly downhill, we make a plan B. But our general attitude is that wherever you end up, you take the good with the bad and you bloom where you're planted.

If the kids can do that in a foreign country in a foreign language, they can do it in Seattle. 

Friday, March 4, 2016

A Busy February & An Announcement

My Uncle Lal and me - our birthdays are 2 days apart
The last time we visited the UK was in February 2013 (and oh my word, look how small the kids were!). We swore we'd never visit England in February again. It's just the time of year when, if you're taking the trouble to go somewhere, it ought to be more...tropical.

But as Daphne is now fond of reminding us, "Never say never."

Our first stop was London to see my Aunt Melanie and Uncle Lal.

Walking "over the common" behind their house - a very British thing to do
our family visits are usually pretty low-key
We didn't know, however, that the whole London gang would be gathering at their place during our visit - to celebrate Lal's birthday, and to hang out with their nephew/my cousin Jesse before he moves to New York.

My Aunt (with Pete's chopping help) prepared an amazing authentic-Sri-Lankan-multi-curry-mega-feast.

I'd say don't be jealous, but you really should be. So tasty!
all my London family + significant others!
London cousins + me!
Hey, hey, it's our birthday
looking through family photos after dinner - my Nana and Granddad
On our way up to Chester to see the rest of the UK crew, we stopped to visit our dear friends who we met in Luxembourg but have recently moved to Peckham, and were expecting their second child any moment.
Just a few days to go!
First-borns
More first-borns
And then we finally made it to the north...
typical Chester
typical Chester walls
February in Chester = fireside time at Aunt Susan's 
her pink house
We even took advantage of some sunshine and went to the semi-famous Chester Zoo.

baby elephants are the best
And the highlight of the trip: seeing my Nana Alice.
Nearly 94!
Nana has recently moved to assisted living. Sadly, she mostly doesn't remember who we are anymore except for in fleeting moments. But her big personality and sharp wit is still there, and she sure loves the kids.




yep she's that short :)
goodbyes
So it was a great and very worthwhile trip. If you're going to be cold and wet on holiday, you might as well be cold and wet with family. And we did have one minor excuse for squeezing in a quick winter visit...

We're MOVING TO SEATTLE this summer!

So the news has been out for a couple of months now, but this is the official Ts blog announcement. Pete has already started working remotely for the home office in Seattle, and we'll head back to the USA soon after the school year ends in mid-July.

But why, and why now? We do like living in Luxembourg, but the short answer is that we felt, for many reasons, that it's just time.

The strongest motivator is to be closer to family again (and the grandparents may be just a tad excited about the news!). Pete had already been looking for a change or new opportunity at work, and this new role fit the bill. Many of our closest friends in Luxembourg have either moved away or will soon. If we leave this summer, the kids will have one year together in elementary school back in the States before Daphne makes the intimidating jump to middle school. They've both especially enjoyed the teachers they've had in Lux the past two years and would be moving on to new teachers next year. The new teachers might be good too, but we could definitely leave now on a very positive note regarding the Luxembourgish school experience. The longer we wait, the harder it will be for the kids to reintegrate to US schools. And, the harder the school work and languages would get here and the less we'd be able to support them at home. And, we filled our original commitment to lead the music at our church for three years in January... basically, everything began to align to clarify the decision and its timing.  But, of course, it's still bittersweet!

The last week of February, Pete and I went to Seattle to have a first look around. He had to go for work anyway and I decided to tag along. We've visited a few times over the years but not with an eye toward living there. So we left the kids with some kind friends for the week and set off to check out our new city.

But not before James broke his thumb on the playground!

His left/dominant hand, of course!
More on our preview-to-the-preview trip coming soon. And no doubt I will chronicle our repatriation here at The Ts, so stay tuned!

Spoiler alert: I already have major reverse culture shock and we haven't even moved yet. And it's not even all Donald Trump-related.
Seattle, here we come!