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  • Mexico is troubled by teacher unions that are mafias, just working to enrich their leaders. They never ask for better education, always for more money and longer holidays. Lately, in the state of Guerrero, teachers have blocked highways, taken up sticks and stones and destroyed public buildings. When the leaders are interviewed they hardly know how to express themselves. They don´t want English and Computer Science in their curriculums, they don´t want any exams or evaluations....they are so badly educated themselves that they are scared to death by the new reforms that have a higher standard of evaluating teachers.

    Some consider teacher unions a bigger threat to social stability in the country than the drug lords.

    Thirty years ago 12 parents founded an alternative school here in San Cristóbal. My husband and I were part of this group. We wanted Indian children, Mexican children and our - mostly bi - cultural and bi - lingual - children to be educated together. We were inspired by the Waldorf - system, art and Philosophy for Children. We worked very hard for many years and the school survived. Wealthy people in Switzerland and Germany paid scholarships for poor children in Mexico.

    My three boys went to the school and now my grandchildren do.

    It is the Pequeño Sol - School, which means “Little Sun” and that is because one American couple of parents among us had adopted a Lacandon Indian boy, whose name was Chan Kin, Lacandon Chol for LITTLE SUN.

    I have been a little away from the School Board since many years, but my heart is still present in what happens in Pequeño Sol.

    Last week the director of the Primary School asked me to do a ceremony with her and the teachers to close the school year.

    They came to my office. I led a meditation asking each teacher to re - travel the last year, remember the good and difficult situations, forgive colleges and students and themselves for errors and afterwards invited them to paint or express in words what they take from this experience into the next school - year. Then they shared.

    I was so very moved by their dedication and love for their students and the school. In each one I perceived the CALLING to be a teacher and their dedication and love.

    One woman started crying and sobbing when her turn came. I expected her to tell us about terrible difficulties she had had encountered during the last year. She was the teacher of Third Grade.

    “This year," she sobbed," Was the best year of my life! I finally let go of my fears and insecurities and that could just happen, because of this unique group that I had with me. I was so happy, so creative; I loved them so much and felt so loved! I enjoyed every day with this group, all our projects and mostly: that we laughed so much together, every single day! I have to let this group go now and my college will continue the Fourth Grade with them. I am heartbroken about that. My heart is full and breaking...."

    What hope for troubled Mexico, future students and humanity, don´t you think?
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