Cei Suzana Campos Tauil - São Paulo - SP

It is sad to have to make this report, because the school was so desired and dreamed of! Its cheerful structure, beautiful parks, posters taped to the walls with such beautiful works ... For being well received right at the entrance. My son made an adaptation in the beginning of 2017. I attended 3 days with him day by day at school .1 day teacher friendly, and said she liked and applied the Waldorf pedagogy approach. In fact, the school says a little Waldorf and Reggio Emilia. In the morning everyone is already in the classroom, it is time for a diaper change, the teacher leaves the 11 students alone and needs to change, at that moment I see a student falling from his chair, a student hitting the other with a toy, a student trying to bite the other ... Things very pertinent to age, of course. I am in the field of early childhood education, so I know that these things happen frequently, but what doesn’t work is that the teacher doesn’t have ONE assistant at least to help with the exchange ..... If a student takes an object for example and punctures the I look at the other, or worse, the teacher won't even know how it happened, much less provide immediate help. The same happened in the cafeteria; the teacher picking up breakfast and the students falling off the chairs again, one child even squeezed the other's finger, cried and nobody saw the same thing ... the teacher can't do everything alone ... and several things happened 3rd day: THE WORST !!!!! My son stayed until the afternoon, there is a teacher in each period. I don't remember the names of the two, but the one in the morning was nice even ... But never once was she able to pick my son up, give affection, physical contact, since the bond is established through affective relationships! ... Well, the afternoon teacher arrives, say hello ... give hello to my very dry son, as if he has had enough of another student for the class. The children went to the sand park, and there the teacher sat well away from the class, she was busy making schedules and cutouts for the next class. Meanwhile, I saw children throwing sand at each other's eyes ... falling almost bursting their mouths on a step inside ... and my son all "pissed" that's right, "pissed" without anyone noticing and changing. I stayed inside the room ... But so I went to change his clothes and clean his hair, which was full of sand falling in his eyes. In that the children were in the park, I had a smell of coconut, someone had their diapers full .... but as I was the Mother of the adaptation, so I didn't get involved, and I wanted to see how long the teacher wouldn't go realize .... ? .... After almost 2 hours, the teacher changed the park, and on the way I told her that someone had coconut, she made a face of misunderstanding and "looked" who it was .... Found the child, but who would stay with her class for her to change ???? She then left her class in the park with other much older children and asked one of the 4 teachers who were chatting (while the students "killed themselves" in the park) to look at her students too ... So imagine, how this teacher looked ..... I know that in this park, a lot of children got beaten up by another, fell, and nobody did anything. A girl in my son's class even cried weeping, because a boy hurt his face with a stick .... And nobody knew what it was ... I saw another older child enter the hidden bathroom and after a long time the teacher noticed go there and pull the boy roughly and yell at him ... Ahhh detail, that one was wearing slippers! Look how cool, working in slippers, first she is in danger of falling as well as she can hurt a child unintentionally ... And of course, it looked like she was at home washing the yard ... We don't need to work with dress shoes, clothes gala, but I turn to a teacher who is the mirror for the students, I think it is not feasible. Many lies. I regret not filming and reporting. Open your eyes, participate in the adaptation, arrive suddenly without warning, stay tuned, because this beautiful meeting of presentation to parents, pure illusion.