Italy Cannot Afford Toilet Rolls and Paint
Our son started primary school in Italy this year, and he seems to be loving it. Our six year old’s appetite for knowledge seems insatiable, I’m happy to say. His progress has been, well, one could say, ‘colourful’.
In fact he seems to be demolishing coloured pencils at an alarming rate. If I were a tree, I’d be afraid, very afraid.
Every evening his pencil case comes out, and either mother or father spends ten minutes in the intimate company of a pencil sharpener.
The wee one has only been at school for a sum total of two months, but I hate to think just how many pencils have been literally whittled away to nothing. Incredible it is. Still, he certainly seems to be colouring his way towards knowledge, and his teachers seem to be willing too, which is good.
So what has Italy’s inability to afford toilet rolls and paint got to do with my son’s first few steps in school? Be patient, I’ll come to this. Actually, before whining, let me say that Italian primary schools, and their staff – when they are not striking, that is – seem to be excellent. The nursery school was very well run too.
There are, however, a couple of aspects of Italian primary schools which I find weird. Yes, here come the toilet rolls, and the paint.







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