I spent my whole childhood at A.C.A.T.....and nearly my entire adolescence...
I think by the end of grade 11 when I finally decided to move to the UK, I promised myself I would never set foot within the school again....you know how teenagers are at times: ungrateful.
The school went through phases, moved places, changed names.
I went through phases, moved places, changed names. ....
It was once called the "American" association, and then it became the "International" school, but now, in "my old age", I know that to me the way we call it never made much of a difference because it was always this special place-a little bit like home, you know?
No matter what kind of metamorphosis my school was undergoing, I always knew deep down inside that it was a figment of the board's and the parent's efforts to keep the school up to speed with the ever so pathetically bureaucratic Italian schooling system.
And why?
'Cause ACAT has always been such a special place for education.....An education I believe to be holistic, not only by taking into account different academic cultures and embracing diversity of people, but also by having a range of activities to push the students into really knowing eachother, into building up friendships and really being engaged- a behaviour which is highly valued in work places these days.
At ACAT you never were just a "sir name", or a number waiting to be interrogated.
ACAT was about people. Each student was treated as an individual, and no matter how much the school grows, I hope this will never change.
I was born of Italian parents, and through schooling at IST I had the opportunity to meet another Anna- my English speaking me! I like "her" a lot, and "she" has opened so many doors for me, both in business and in private life.
I feel so blessed.
I'ts my patient teachers I owe this blessing to: Mr.Boyle, Mr.Mores, Mrs.Shore, Mrs.Gelsomini, Mrs.Zabaldano, Mrs. Carpinito, Mrs. Bianco and many more who just did not stay as long.....
When I saw John and Bill (gosh, am I allowed to call them that now that I am not a student anymore??) at the Alumni bbq the other evening, after 18 long years, I was sort of shocked.
It felt like I had seen them just the day before.
John told me this story on how, upon his arrival at ACAT as a Math teacher the first time he ever taught my class (class of '92) in middle school, at the end of class, I got up from my desk, smiled at him and said: "Thank-you", before storming out of the door.
So I guess I wasn't that bad of a stinky teenager then... there must've been a good side to me....
And then, it hit me: they must've had so much patience, and they have always been so dedicated.....
Bill and John have decided to make Italy- the land of chaos- their home in order to spend their careers at ACAT....It's obvious to me they are surely driven by the passion for what they do, the passion for this special school, and the love of their students whom today they still make such an effort to unite!!
Really, they could have just gone in, taught their lessons, corrected the homework and gone home, but no...there was always much more....
I don't think that my school could ever have gotten even close to being what it has been for me without my dedicated and enduring professors.
Together with us they keep the spirit of this special school going, handing down the ACAT-IST traditions....how precious!