Pushing through the corridors
With shouts and shoves and maybe even knives,
The teachers are just there to split
The fights and take a battering
Of words too old for Key Stage 3 to know.
But somewhere in the muddy bowels
Of the inner city school we know
A teacher sparks a love of art
Or music, writing or of scientific facts.
Those sparks exist no matter where
And teachers always find a way
To guide their students on.
I’m watching Educating Greater Manchester at the moment and it’s terrifying. I work in a school out in the country, so even though there are behaviour issues, they’re nowhere near the level that you might see in one of these inner city schools.
I take my hat off to those teachers that deal with students that are rude and disrespectful. However, a lot of those behaviour problems are because they lack confidence. Nobody at home has ever told them that they’re good human beings with a chance at a future.
I don’t think I could ever work in the city because I’m just not tough enough. But, in saying that there are still those beautiful moments in any school; those moments where students just light up your morning or afternoon. And those moments can happen whether it’s in the city or in the country.
Much Love
Rachel xx
crispina kemp
Beautiful thoughts that do you credit.
And ironic: we have half the kids believing the world will happily dole out whatever they want… and go into tantrums when it doesn’t; while the other half just don’t believe they’re worth a shit and if they’re to get anything they have to fight. Something here isn’t right.
patientandkindlove
There is absolutely no middle ground. I thought that the world owed me success and it was such a crushing disappointment when I realised that wasn’t the way it worked.
crispina kemp
Life is a struggle, though there’s no reason we shouldn’t enjoy that struggle. You enjoy the challenge of e.g. running & swimming, I enjoy pushing my physical limits (distance and hills)