#education#teaching
Creatives are absolutely wrecked by Scottish education conservatism, bureaucracy, the ambition of those who want out of the classroom and the utter distrust of teachers who cannot/will not replicate lessons by heraldscotland.com/politics/20190…
numbers.
The past ten years of teaching has been pretty bad for my mental health. The past two years even worse, as
1 the control freaks lost control but pretended they hadn't and
2 the untalented managerial types practised -insisted upon- their fantasy of education
by tick box melded with a grafting on of some sort of torturous private sector board meeting style timetable and constant interview /crit thing that exists nowhere else other than an unimaginative public sector.
Education, creativity and health and well being of all
involved is being sufficated.
Thinking out of the box really needs to happen. Lifting Scottish education out of the bureaucratic hell it seems to insist on, needs to happen. Tearing conservatism, and treating children like units off a production line, needs to stop.
For
petes sake, we still insist on calling teachers Mr, Miss, Sir... and as a make teacher, I've been told to wear a tie in a couple of schools, rather than in clothes appropriate to doing proper primary activities! And gathering data on children is our raison d'etre - good data
informs teachers- the data we are told to gather is to show how amazing the school/local authority is and therefore at times, is doctored/ edited data built upon doctored/edited data. (this really is a fault of the system, not Government, who from my understanding want
honesty, but asking ambitious or under pressure middle managers to oversee the gathering of this is extremely flawed.
I know NOONE in education who sets out to do a bad job. But I see a system replicating itself, and forcing good teachers and managers into unimaginative,
tick box databases... and children being treated, still, as victorian factory fodder.
Back in the late seventies, my town Banbridge, like many in mid-Ulster, was suffering attacks concealed in carboots. The carbombs frequently caused damage, some in controlled explosions, some not so much controlled. During this time I found a bullet, and
badges that once adorned sectarians, and bits of post bombing wreckage. One odd thing me and my friend Mickey found, still sticks in my mind.
Mickey was a Catholic, I was told... a "fact" that puzzled me for quite some time. I discovered the meaning of sectarianism and
bigotry through my friendship with Mickey, as I searched for what our differences were... from the religious icons on his family house walls, through to the fact he HAD to go to church (our house wasn't so strict). He told me the meaning of bigot... his explanation was given