Good days ...bad days
Today was a good day. A trip (Retreat) day. Coaches, iPods and caps worn backwards.
School trips often give me enduring headaches and I wasn't off to a good start when my register said 26 but I totalled 27 every time I counted! (Better to be one over than one short, I thought!) It transpired a pupil from another form had joined us, and this information hadn't quite reached me!
The staff running the Retreat were wonderful; organised, calm and clearly very comfortable with boisterous Hacker's youth!
Sometimes when groups visit schools, or we take our students to them, things don't always work out as planned. On my return today I told my Head of Learning I was joyful because I felt he students had represented themselves (and the school) positively. (Particularly as they can be a challenging form to teach.) She told me of a time, when working in another school, that a visiting theatre group had written to the LEA to complain about the student's behaviour. Now, whilst I ‘m by no means suggesting bad behaviour go unchallenged or be ignored, I think sometimes teenagers deserve a break.
When groups of teachers, (or indeed lots of other professions) get together the behaviour is often barely distinguishable from the students they teach! Last year I went to my friend's NQT graduation ceremony. Fifteen of us from the same school sat around the one table. Someone passed round a very detailed sketch of the gentleman speaker, initiating giggles from the first recipient, the drawing and the giggles passed around the ‘highly professional' group like a Mexican wave, until all that could be seen were bowed heads and quivering shoulders! Highly sanction worthy behaviour if displayed by 12 year olds, I'm sure!
So year 7 did me proud today. The young people I work with have it pretty tough. It's hard enough traversing adolescence in 2009, I think, and the children I work with often endure experiences someone twice their age would struggle to cope with.
When I first started to take children on trips I felt exposed, like every member of the public looked upon my students with distain! That I should be controlling and reprimanding everything they did!
But they're not robots. Or even giggling adults. They are children. Children journeying towards young adulthood. Making sense of themselves and their world.
Today, the coach was on time, the journey was brief...no plastic bags were required for ‘special' usage!...The children danced, created, drummed, worked as a team....and evidently, (as one student informed me) thought the whole experience was pretty ‘sick'!
Today was a good day...