
My point is, the workload HAS increased. I have to plan
lessons, prepare resources, teach, evaluate lessons, mark books, find evidence,
file evidence , be set targets, achieve those targets, prove I’ve achieved those
targets, plan assignments, do assignments, evaluate my assignments, and run my
club (I now only have 3 kids at XC club. I think it’s a failure. The 3 kids
that come have an unhealthy obsession with me as well; they’re always trailing
after me, pawing at my arms, trying to hug me. They don’t care about running,
they just want to creep around me. Next term, I might do an Audiobook club and
just get the kids to sit quietly and listen to stories, whilst I do marking). I
am capable of keeping on top of this workload, I am fighting it elegantly and
masterfully, I’m in full flow, but for how long? Will I break it, or will it
break me? Will I fall into step with all of this and master its will or will I falter
and end up with a double ended lightsabre through my stomach? Who knows. I can only
keep fighting, keep doing backwards somersaults onto other walkways, keep using
the force to push my enemy away, keep going.
I noticed something the other day and I’m going to tell you about it now. On a day to day basis, I, my mentor, all the class teachers, the TAs, all the trainees, vet every piece of material we present to the kids. Every story is checked for inappropriate language, distasteful references, pictures that might be distressing or confusing to ten year olds. Anything that presents a less than desirable effect or might elicit awkward questions is discounted. We have to comb through videos on You Tube, trying to find ones that are 100% appropriate for our class; no language, no gruesome cartoons, no poor role models, no adverts that have swearing or car crashes or unwelcome nudity. I was going to show a Blackadder sketch about the Civil War. 5 minutes, perfect for what we were studying. Stephen Fry as a Charles-esque Charles I, Rowan Atkinson as his somewhat loyal Cavalier and Tony Robinson as that same dirty man he always plays, discussing the events of 1649. It set the English Civil War up perfectly, it explained everything, it was funny. But I couldn’t use it because one of them said the word “bloody” halfway through and Blackadder was threatened with a knife. Move on, find something else. This is the environment we work in. Everything is checked and double checked, purified and presented, squeaky clean, to our children, so as not to corrupt their sweet, innocent minds, so as not to concern them or worry them or teach them bad habits about the darker side of the wide world.
Then, the other day, we went on a school trip. This took up through a high street and I COULD NOT BELIEVE the amount of inappropriate images I saw. The main one was of a woman dressed in a bra and knickers, splayed out on a bed, looking up at the camera with big eyes and her finger in her mouth. This picture, as well, was huge. It covered three panes of a high street store. A high street store. All my kids walked past it. I kept looking for the minimise button. I kept looking for the ‘skip ad in 5 seconds’ button that sometimes appears at the bottom of You Tube videos. But there was none. This was an unvetted, unadulterated image that was presented to my class as a standard of the norm, as something acceptable. I don’t normally give a shit about the amount of nudism and swearing in our society, it’s never effected me before. It doesn’t bother me, it is of no issue. But after spending ten weeks ensuring my class of ten year olds don’t inadvertently come across inappropriate material, I did find myself quite shocked that this picture was thrust down our throats and there was nothing I could do about it. For their part, the kids did not give a shit. They barely glanced at it. I think they’re conditioned to just accept such material in their day to day lives, so maybe I should stop worrying.