There are three school options for the kids in our neighborhood. There is a migrant school down the road, one of the largest of 70 in the area, that they can go to. Many students have for years, until this year, when the fees went up considerably.
There is a Thai school just across the highway, and according to Thai law, migrants are permitted to go. That said, this town has way too many migrants for the number of Thai schools, so the openings are limited.
And as of this year, a new migrant school moved into our neighborhood, that was cheaper. A lot of parents took this option. It is a chaotic school, and sometimes we wonder how much teaching occurs, but they are certainly trying.
But this past week, they were kicked out of the house & land they were on just around the corner from us. They had to move just a quarter mile or so down the highway.
This meant two things:
1. School was closed for two weeks, which left many, many children at our house all day, every day for two weeks, like a little reminder of the chaos of summer break.
2. Now that the school is down the highway, they have a “bus”–a truck with seats in the back– that makes trips to bring the kids to school.
I’ll give you one guess where the bus stop might be.
Oh, yes. It’s our front door & driveway, the perfect place for kids to wait out of the rain. In some ways, we are so glad to be such an integral part of the community. In other ways, twenty or thirty kids gathered outside your window from 7:30 am to nearly 9, while they eat breakfast, play games, & wait for the bus can be overwhelming…
