The college is named after Willem Baudartius, a theologian who probably never imagined one day hundreds of noisy Dutch students would carry his name around on their report cards. Imagine the hallway echoes of laughter and chatter, the squeak of bicycle tires as kids rush to lock up before the bell rings, and the low buzz of teachers swapping stories in the staff room.
Back in the day, this was more than just a school-it was a community hub for the city’s Protestant families. Parents waved goodbye at the gate, hoping their children might at least remember *some* of the homework. Inside, friendships sparked, paper airplanes soared during dull classes, and the occasional prank kept everyone on their toes-Baudartius would probably have been both proud and mildly horrified!
So, take a moment to imagine the youthful energy that once bounced off these walls. Who knows, maybe you feel a ghostly whisper of a skipped math problem or two in the air. And if you listen very closely, you might just hear a distant bell ringing-time for the next stop. Ready to see what else Zutphen has to offer?
