Just to add, my above post isn’t meant to be dismissive or goady. I know that a lot of people are finding it all really hard just now.
On a personal level though, I find it fascinating how quickly things move on and how quickly people start to claim it was better when …
I was at primary school from the mid 80s to the early 90s; I’m sure there were brilliant, inspiring teachers but I’m also sure I wasn’t taught by any of them
Pink Floyd’s ‘dark sarcasm in the classroom’ held true, with side helpings of spite and sex offences. Child protection was not a thing, and bullying was rife. Secondary (early to end of 90s) was probably worse, with coursework cheating and bullying even darker. People talk about absences but kids vanished all the time then and no one cared … Oh, and teenage pregnancies, often fathered by a man well into their twenties.
During the course of my university years, Victoria Climbie’s death inspired every child matters and then we also had Soham, which led to more of a focus on safeguarding. Still, by the time I returned to the classroom as a teacher in the early 2000s, things weren’t pretty. Admittedly I did start my teaching career in an exceptionally shite school and I sometimes wonder if this is why my recollections vary. Being told to fuck off was a daily occurrence, and so many fights, kids walking out of lessons, destroying property, assaulting one another, shoving us, ripping down wall displays if asked if they had a pen.
I do often think that those early years I spent in that school have really shaped my perception of teaching, because I just honestly don’t see what others do. I know times are tough but I’ve never experienced behaviour on that level in the last few years.
Oh and coursework, the absolute hell of getting the kids to do it, virtually doing it for them, what a farce. And marking it over and over again. I used to near enough have a nervous breakdown every May.