My Story

School, how it gonna be?

( Part 41 )


School was the most important. Even before our arrival, my husband went to the nearest school, which turned out to be our local one, and registered the children to attend. After the arrival, we had to run around a bit in the offices so that they could allow our children to study, but in general they treated us very nicely and even helped us. They just had to check everything, to recalculate the marks from Ireland according to their system, to know what level they were at in their country. I don’t know how they did it, but my eldest son’s grades were spoiled a bit by that. At first, he was a bit worried, but at the end of the year, in the national exam, he still did much better compared to the whole class, school, and even region. Anyway, so did the older daughter, which was a surprise to us as they had been studying in Spanish that semester and when you think about it, it was a big handicap for them. Proud me 😌. I remember my older daughter sitting over her books, translating everything in class from Spanish to English, answering in English and translating again from English to Spanish 😓. She spent a lot of time at school back then, poor girl, but it only worked out for the good because at least she learned Spanish quickly 😀.




Generally, as far as the school is concerned, we found it very good. Mostly no one there speaks English and neither do we speak Spanish, but there was one lady teacher American who helped us a lot with everything, and we could communicate with her. A very kind woman. Principal of the school, an amazing man, and he spoke some broken English. Very friendly and helpful man.

In Puerto Rico, children go to school in uniform. Due to the fact that we had just moved in and there was still a lot to organize, the principal did everything he could so that we didn’t have to worry about anything. The children were given uniforms, school supplies, books, and he even arranged for them to have lunches at school. He also wanted to get us a school bus, but we were so close that we didn’t need it 😀.


First days of school


We were shocked at how relaxed it was. When the principal was talking to us, later on, he sat down in a chair with his legs crossed. It was such a shock for us that we couldn’t grasp it for a long time. Comparing the Polish reality and the local one, I can’t deny that children in Poland have a very hard life 😉 and the teaching staff, including the principal, are very strict when it comes to behaviour. And when it comes to learning, too.


4 for 1 😉


The first day at school was quite strange. It turned out that the principal had informed the whole school that four new pupils would be joining the school. On the first day when we appeared in the school, in the inner square, everyone seemed to stop time. All eyes 👀 were directed towards us. We felt a bit like some kind of attraction 😉 and a bit like celebrities 😆. Maybe there wouldn’t have been anything so strange about it, but he said they were from Europe and that was probably so interesting to them. Overall our kids were very well received by the local ones, and I would even be inclined to say that the boys, they even stole the hearts of the girls. Even the teachers laughed that there is a shortage of boys in Puerto Rico and our sons are quite a catch 😆. The youngest couldn’t run away of girls from the first days, they chased after him at every break 😉. The older one was stroked on the head non-stop, because his hair was not only blonde but also different in touch, and it was quite an attraction (or an excuse to touch him 😉).


With The Principal


The Principal was so helpful that he even tried to get our eldest son a scholarship for his studies, but unfortunately it turned out that he wouldn’t get one because he didn’t have some social number. Only my husband had such one, based on his visa, and we were only attached to it. I also couldn’t work because of that. Such were the school beginnings.



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