Michael Merrick writes:
In our schools, right now, there are
many students who spend 60% of their entire time in a classroom studying just
three subjects.
Come the end of the year, or perhaps already for some, this
will increase, and for those deemed to be falling short there will be up to 18
lessons (perhaps even more) out of 25 spent studying just these same three
subjects.
The same children might also be forced encouraged to
attend after school revision sessions, or marched invited to
lunch time catch-up sessions, or bribed welcomed to pre-school
intervention sessions, all of which will be topped off with a healthy dollop of
homework for each of the three subjects.
If that sounds a little unbalanced…
well, good, I’m glad, we’re clearly on the same side here. Because it is.
Whilst English and Maths are the top priority, Science is also increasingly
given a seat at the High Table of the curricula Elect, particularly since STEM,
and our alleged lack of focus on it, became the buzzword of the Prophets of
Economic Doom in recent years.
In other words, we force students to spend
the majority of their time doing just three subjects, whilst simultaneously
puffing our chests out and bragging to the world that we offer our kids a
broad, balanced, liberal arts education.
Which, on paper, it might well look
like we do, since we still corral kids into an unsustainably large number of
exams – but peel back the surface layer and things begin to look a little
different.
At school, my least favourite lessons
were Science and Maths. Not the teachers, by the way, all of whom I thought
were great, but the subjects. Nothing personal really, I just didn’t have all
that much interest.
I could do what was asked, I could get grades good enough
to keep the hounds at bay, but they just didn’t inspire.
History did, Geography
did, English Literature did, RE did, PE did, French did (eventually) – but
Science and Maths? Nah. (I know we’re not supposed to say that anymore, but
nonetheless it’s true, for me as for many others).
As such, I couldn’t honestly
say that I would have had much of a successful time at school, by various
measures, if they had forced me to sit through the equivalent of two whole
days’ worth of the two things I disliked most, whilst skimping on the subjects
I adored.
For sanity, if for nothing else.
If they had then told me that the
latter would be sacrificed still further to allow more time on the former –
well, I’d have thought it part of a cruel experiment designed to test the
stress capacity of an already moody teenager.
It would have ruined school for
me. It just would have.
And the pressure of trying to get good grades in the
subjects I enjoyed and wished to carry further, whilst having the tables so
egregiously stacked against the likelihood of doing so, would have sparked the
fires of revolt.
Only, you already know the answer to that question.
As soon as I mentioned the three subjects, the game had been given away.
And
so, with a Gallic shrug and a defeated air: we do it because of OFSTED and
because of league tables. Or rather, we do it to preserve ourselves and our
institutions in the face of OFSTED and league tables. 5 A*s to C, with English
and Maths. The End.
Of course, it is easy to look up from
the coalface and curse the cowardice and question the courage of those who lead
us, to shake our fists and swear that we’d do things differently.
And for those
who choose to pursue school leadership, maybe they will, and these experiences
will help them discern the costs of sedition.
But the blindingly obvious truth
is our leaders are just as human as we are (no, really), trying to make rational
choices in a clearly irrational situation, fighting to do the best for their
school in the hopeless situation in which they are placed – faced with the
external pressures that bear down upon their shoulders each day, we’d probably
be liable to make precisely the same decisions.
Everyone imagines themselves a
hero until the time comes to be heroic.
Self-preservation might not ever keep
the Hollywood script writers in fruitful supply, but one can at least
acknowledge the logic that it carves out a space where one can sit quietly,
wait out the storm and hope for better times.
In other words, we have to
give SLT a break here, and cast our eyes toward the real culprit.
Change is indeed in the offing, of
course, and whilst it seems the forthcoming points scheme will help mitigate
some of the crazy incentives that have riddled our education system for the
last few years, we can also be sure that, like every piece of tinkering that
has come before it, it will have unintended consequences that will yoke schools
and the teachers doing their best to operate, dignity intact, within them.
Every new idea always seems better than the one it is designed to replace –
that we keep on replacing them so frequently tells us something about the
quality of the ideas offered as solutions, as much as the ones laid aside as
old hat.
And let it not be forgotten that this happened on the watch of
precisely he who spoke so emphatically on the value of a liberal education. Oh
how they laughed on their way to their twelfth STEM lesson of the
week.
And so there must remain a sadness:
the kids who have come through this system have just one shot at this. In
reality, the latest political wheeze means much more for them than it does for
us.
For those sitting in a Maths classroom up to seven times a week, whilst
trying to get their Art or History or Geography or RE or Music or Language GCSE
on just one hour a week – well, for them, this is it, this is all they have.
That our Enlightened Masters thought they were changing things for the better
will cut no mustard with them - they, like those before them, will have been
the guinea pigs, and it is their life options that will have suffered for the
experiment, they who will have to live with the consequences of that in a way
that we never will.
Especially those whose interests and ambitions don’t align
neatly with the external incentives and prejudices that, in the name of
improving education, have closed those very doors that they might have
earnestly desired to walk through.
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