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The swimming lesson thing...

Dave got hauled up by Luey's teacher this morning because Luey had told her that he wouldn't be doing swimming lessons come December. I think maybe Mrs D thought Luey was a bit confused, because she seemed genuinely surprised when Dave confirmed that we would not be paying for the boys to do swimming through the school swimming program.

As Dave told Mrs D. the issues are that it's an awful lot of money right before Christmas ($180 for both boys), and last year, despite 8 two hour sessions over two weeks, they ended the program barely able to doggy paddle. We feel we can pay the same money (or probably less) at the local aquatic centre and expect more in return.

The teacher tried to tell Dave it can take 2-3 years for children to learn to swim (through these programs), um, that translates to $270 worth of lessons PER CHILD... I don't think so! Not to mention the fact that, as a teacher, I would expect her to recognise that if teaching a child a new skill takes a LONG time, then the most likely reason behind that is that the child just isn't ready to learn the skill developmentally...

Sheesh...

Also, what incentive do these centres (who host the swimming lessons) have to make sure the children learn anything? If the child learns to swim in the first year of lessons, then the parents are less likely to shell out for more lessons, so obviously the incentive to ensure learning isn't that great. Back in the day, swimming level awards/medals/whatever used to be the goal for the child, but that has been done away with, so now the swimming lessons are just two hours a day of supervised mucking around, four days a week for a fortnight... The boys could be doing that at home...

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Stitch Sista said…
How ridiculous! So many parents take their kids to lessons separate to school anyway...so what business is it of theirs what you choose to do?

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