When I was 8 years old I moved to southern Spain and throughout my academic career I attended 2 separate, private British schools. The first I attended for 10 years. The second for 1. It is safe to say that the last school I attended is one of the contributing factors to my success now. But the first school? Not so much. Here is why. This school, an international college based in Benalmadena, was in my opinion, a disaster. Now bare in mind this is my opinion as a client, and it might not reflect that of others. But that is just how I felt. As a client. Throughout my academic career in this school I was bullied. Some may say it was not that bad, that I didn’t get beaten to a pulp, etc. But the truth is i was constantly mocked and ridiculed. Because I was a nerd, because my english wasn’t great, because I was awkward, because I was shy, because of my hairy arms. There was always something. To be honest to some this may seem like innocent child’s play but it was hell. It made me incredibly insecure. I was constantly ridiculed to the point I became reclusive, i barely had friends and definitely lacked the courage to make more, i cried myself to sleep, and I was terrified of calling out the answer in class because I knew if i got it wrong i would never hear the end of this. This was not a character building process. It was crippling. I asked for help. I begged for help. I tried to talk to the principal, to the owner of the school, but nothing was ever done. They were never punished. One other girl got made fun of once and the entire class got called into the principal’s office. I got ridiculed constantly and got told by these adults that should have protected me that I was too sensitive, that I needed to grow up, and to just ignore them. To ignore them? How could I? When all i heard was laughter around me and to this day I still get tense when someone laughs around me, thinking i have embarrassed myself somehow. They did nothing to protect me. They did nothing to help me. They never, not once punish anyone who ever hurt me. In fact they were annoyed when I brought these things up. I struggled through until most of the children that bullied me left the school. It was a struggle. Not just for me but for my family who felt completely powerless. They too were ignored. They too saw me become closed off and to hide in my books, because at least when I read I could be someone else, somewhere else, for a few hours. This was not character building. This led to my clinical depression and anxiety. This is not a story with a happy end about how it all made me a stronger person in the end. It didn’t. I made myself stronger. But not you. Not the school. And it wasn’t just me. My brother too was classed as a bad child from the start. He was often accused of things he didn’t do and get punished for them. He got in trouble for defending himself against bullies yet those bullies never received punishment. He was beaten by 3 children in the school’s playground. Those children went unpunished. But he got called into the office for trying to defend himself. My mum saw everything. She too got ignored saying it was all just kids stuff. Only kids stuff. Is this normal? Is this right at all? The adults that should be defending you, protecting you, ignoring you like this? He got accused of damaging private property on a school trip, and theft, when he was the one trying to stop the children (which later admitted to this). He was suspended. For 3 days. Because he kicked a ball off the school premises and wanted to pay the owner of the ball instead of paying the school for the ball. And when he complained and my mum came in, the owner of the school called my brother stupid and my mum ridiculous constantly (which is illegal actually). And when my mum complained he became hostile and got too close to my mum. Leading to my brother screaming to get away. And he got suspended. They then pretended to make my sister repeat a year because of her age despite her having fulfilled the year’s syllabus. For money. Always for money. They tried to convince me to stay and finish my A levels there. And I said no. For money. That’s all we were to that school. Money. I am a very dissatisfied client. Now 4 years since my departure they pretend to charge me 100 euros for a certificate of attendance. For an a4 sheet of paper with a stamp on it No sir. You owe me this. You owe me recognition. My second school (a total delight where I felt safe and valued, with a competent and caring principal) issued me this without charge. Proudly. Because they are proud of their students. Note i said students, not clients. You owe me my certificate. This is the least you can do for the pain you caused.
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