Well, this brought back memories, last again and again and again, and it didn't teach resilience. Teachers who said I didn't try hard enough, I tried so hard I pulled something in my hip "You couldn't have, you came last," it still twinges now I'm 77.That was in a race I didn't choose to enter, when given the choice, but the teacher overrode that to have enough to race. So why choose me, there were others?
When I was teaching we had lots of activities on Sports Day, due to a sensible head, and done in teams. Except the year that a parent donated a load of trophies. And some of the children booed. It completely changed the dynamics.
We didn't need races. As there is one who always comes last (I still hate that teacher, as I have recognised now how she let her dislike of me out in every aspect of life at the school) there is one who always comes first, yes I know it will be you Darren, all the children knew, all the way through junior school, and I gather infants as well, and I suspect that no one dared to challenge that. Why bother to confirm him in his entitlement?
And at secondary school, where we practiced hurdling at 30 inches and I could do it, but on sports day they changed it to 33. Trail of capsized hurdles.
Teach resilience? Teach that your place is last and always will be? Bloody pecking order when we aren't chickens. Why not teach the fastest respect for others?