Most of my
teaching career has been spent in Key Stage 1 with a brief flirtation with Key
Stage 2 and a recent (hopefully permanent) move to Early Years Foundation
Stage.
In the 14 years I have been a teacher, teaching has changed in many, many
ways but what worries me the most is the move from child centre approaches to a
data driven approach.
I hold Michael Gove mostly responsible for this.
His
scribbled on the back of an envelope one night curriculum has striped the fun
out of primary school. Gone are the days when Year 1 were allowed to play in
the home corner. Wonderful, bright, well thought out provision areas have been
replaced by tables and chair and hours and hours of dull intervention groups to
prepare children for the evils of the Phonics Screening and the following years
SATs.
In my final year
of teaching in year 1 I was stressed. I was stressed because of my work load, I
was stressed because my class size was increasing and I had less and less time
for each individual pupil and I was stressed because despite my best efforts
most of my children were not going to meet the Age Related Expectations for the
end of the year. This was the usual stress I feel every year but something was
different, I felt something far worse than stress. I felt what I have come to
describe as a pedagogical conflict.
I sat in my
classroom after the children had left, marking work and preparing for the next
day and I felt sad.
I love children.
I love spending my day watching their
wonderful imaginations develop and grow.
I do not love teaching them things
they are simple not ready for to tick a box to move them one step further along
the whole school tracker.
I do not love saying to them ‘That’s lovely, you can
tell me all about your new puppy later,’ knowing full well I have no time
between the 9 lessons I have planned to day to listen to news like this.
I knew
the children in this class inside out and back to front when it came to Maths,
English and Phonics but I didn’t know their interests, the names of their pets,
I didn’t have time. That realisation broke my heart.
These children that I had
to convert into numbers every half term were becoming numbers to me. I sat
there looking at my planning for the next day. It followed all the whole school
policies and ensured that if I had a drop-in or Learning Walk the next day my
career would be safe for now but I wasn’t looking forward to teaching it.
How
could I expect the children to be enthusiastic learners when I was no longer an
enthusiastic teacher?
From Lou, a Primary School teacher in the North East

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