dream or nightmare of every parent, My lil cousin was in that school, (his family is kind of show-off, falana fallana) - anyway - I used to help him sometimes with his homework etc. On PTM day my aunt requested that I attend it in lieu of them, she called up and all was good.
When I got to this meeting, all lady teachers were dressed to the nines, dolled up by a salon, speaking urdlish with no sense of punctuation, pronunciation or even accent manners. When I asked about why their classes more focussed on projects, carnivals etc while all the boys are wearing their pants below their buttocks, and girls are wearing skin fit clothing - and as a whole they lack sportsmanship, confidence and also common sense and manners - they had no answer to it. As a retort they asked me where I was schooled. - I replied "africa ke jungle mein - kalahari desert to be exact"
I compared what I had learnt in early schooling to what they were teaching, it was blaring in your face that whatever education they were imparting was of zero charecter building, more "desi dude and duddette" upbringing. Just for fun - their students could not write a sentence of urdu correctly. (What good is your education if your children cannot even speak, read and write their own mother tongue)
a person thinks in their own tongue and then translates to another - its forged into them since they opened their eyes to the world - no amount of fines, charges, cool, hip, fashionista, fizool methodology will change that in the name of "english far far bolta hai"
That little experience opened my eyes to the commerical commodity of education that is looming in Pakistan. As a good freind of my father who worked in STBE said - if your young lose the value of the pen, they are lost forever.
so shqamar - be very careful in selecting your school, I believe that the Parsi school system still is leaps ahead of these "piggy bank schools" - the travel maybe far but it would be worth it as the child's mind would be carved and polished correctly.
