Six months on

December 27, 2009

Exactly six months ago today I stumbled off a night flight from Accra into a London that considered 28C a heat wave. I’d spent most of the previous 20 months working in Northern Ghana for a local NGO, a VSO “volunteer” (we got paid a reasonable local salary so the word volunteer seems inappropriate).

The combination of six months on and a* New Year pending seems like a reason to reflect. I hope you’ll humour me and allow a little self-indulgent reminiscing. This year doesn’t feel like 12 months so much as 12 years. It feels like a lifetime since I was robbed cycling back from Vicky’s birthday drinks at TICCS. The evening I ended up fully clothed in some local ex-pats’ swimming pool at 5am during a tropical thunderstorm seems like another planet, being a volunteer rep another existence. My month long tour of Ghana was a joy and an honour, and it was wonderful to be able to introduce Ghana to a great travelling companion. But I‘ve written about these things elsewhere.

My time in Ghana ended in June but there are things I still miss. At this time of year I’m pining for the heat and sunshine. Last week I went to an exhibition of Ghanaian prints in a museum and was reminded of the sheer colour, exuberance and joy of life that seems to be missing back in the UK. Actually it was slightly odd to see what wouldn’t have been a very good market stall in Tamale as a museum exhibit. But the thing I miss most of all are my friends, especially Fred. Over my time in Ghana I met an incredible bunch of special people and built up a strong network of good friends and now I’m starting again from almost scratch.

Starting again has been a bit of the theme of the second six months. I’ll admit that it was possibly foolish to embark on a completely new career at the same time as I was adjusting to being in (effectively) a new country and a new town. Ambitious would have been a different word (although obviously not ambitious in the material sense). But I’ve had some wonderful experiences: getting to know the kids I teach, having a lesson go well and be enjoyed by the pupils, being part of the last day of term celebrations as snow fell outside and kids sang their little hearts out were all wonderful. Actually being in school for the last week of term made this Christmas special for me, being surrounded by excited kids (or teenagers pretending to be indifferent) as the snow fell and the school performances went on was magical at times.

Being back has meant I’ve been able to see more of family and old friends. I’ve attended a couple of weddings, I saw two close VSO friends who met in Ghana tie the knot in Bristol and had a wonderful time on the windy isle of Tiree seeing two old and dear friends finally make honest people of each other.

Overall it has been another incredible and eventful year.

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* or “the New Year”? I’ve been pondering on how unnecessary either the definite or indefinite article (“a” or “the”) actually are. Many languages don’t bother with them and I can’t see any strong argument in their favour.


10 Lessons

December 18, 2009

10 Things I’ve learnt since September

  1. It is incredible how many pens you can lose in a school
  2. The same child (or class) can be lazy and uncooperative one lesson and polite and responsive in another
  3. Teaching is unbelievably tiring
  4. If it can be misunderstood, it will be
  5. Even if it can’t be misunderstood someone will still manage to misunderstand it
  6. You can’t make an explanation too simple
  7. Simple rewards/punishments help focus children
  8. Children can be witty, insightful and inspiring
  9. Children can be lazy, unpleasant and obstructive
  10. Sometimes the class is more than the sum of its parts

(not a definitive list)


Progress

December 6, 2009

Since I last wrote I’ve started to feel a bit better about things. I’ve had some praise from people in the school and seen some of my ideas “stolen” by other teachers in the department. I’ve also coped with a technical failure (the teacher’s computer at the front, needed to drive the interactive white board died) in front of the head of department and being thrown into teach classes with little warning and delivered a decent lesson. In fact it sometimes feels like the lessons I haven’t put as much effort into go better than the ones I sweated over.


Dislocation

November 21, 2009

Sometimes, perhaps as I’m walking down a corridor in school or after a lesson, I get this disorientating sense of “How did I get to be here?”, as if I’d woken up from a coma in a strange room and was unable to connect what was around me with the life I had been used to. It isn’t the regretful “How did I get to be here?”, I have no regrets, just that being in a school is such an alien environment to me I may as well be adapting to being on Mars.


Hard reality bites

November 15, 2009

This week was the last time I’ll be in university until February. From now on I’m going to spend all week in school, with the amount of teaching I do gradually increasing. No more escaping to lectures and tutorials on Thursdays and Fridays to learn a bit more theory and, more importantly, to grab a chance to share notes and horror stories with my fellow students. From now on I’m on my own.

I’m finding the teaching side hard work, especially lesson preparation. It’s taking me hours to prepare a lesson, and then I have a crisis of confidence so scrap it and start again. I need to get into the heads of my students, to think about the lesson from their viewpoint; what are they thinking when I talk, do they understand what I’m saying and, most importantly, are they learning? I need to construct a “scaffolding” of ideas that let them build on what they already know into new areas of knowledge, which means I have to judge where they’re starting from.

And then there’s the actual delivery. A stuttering performance as I struggle to remember what I’m supposed to say next, and panic as I try to rephrase it as I realise they won’t understand. Then I send them back to their desks to attempt to make sense of what I’ve incoherently explained, with varying levels success, and finally (hopefully) they’ll attempt to actually do some of the work I’ve set them rather than browse the web or play online games.

It’s made harder by the fact that I’m not dealing with just one individual. Sitting and explaining something one on one is a pleasure. Sadly I’m expected to face whole class-fulls of students, each with their own personality, experiences and abilities, and the range of ability and attitude even within a single (streamed) class can be remarkable, meaning that some students will have completed the task and be asking for more work while others are still staring blankly at a screen. There’s likely to be a sea of hands and “Sir, sir”, but often they’re not the ones who actually need help. In most classes there’ll be a few children sitting quietly and politely without a clue about what’s going on but not willing to admit to the fact.

By the end of the day I’m utterly exhausted, feeling emotionally drained and struggling to stay awake on the train home. I know I should be doing more studying and preparation but I know that I need to eat and that I’ll be getting up at 5.30am the next morning to catch the train to school again. Right now the sense of fear, guilt and isolation sometimes seems overwhelming, but I know that I’m not alone in feeling this and I know that it will get better. I will persist and I will overcome.


Romans and Greeks

November 8, 2009

This morning I received an email from my younger brother, who’s the headmaster in an international school in China. As you may gather he was originally a history teacher.  He’s the one who persuaded me to try teaching. This was his response to a conversation we had on Saturday.

Dear Tim

What you are doing at the moment on your PGCE has got to be one of the most challenging things in teaching: taking a lesson or so out of some other teacher’s sequence. Instead of implementing your values, you are a finger in someone else’s dyke.

Nevertheless, these lessons are not an end in themselves; they are part of a bigger mission. You have gone into teaching at an age, with an experience of life, and with an intelligence, which mean that you have already developed a set of relevant values: the challenge now is how to realise those values.

Quite rightly you reject behaviouralism. There is of course the moral perspective: the assumption of extrinsic motivation insinuates that humans can never be truly moral, and by such assumption transferred into action makes it true. However, there is a far more pragmatic reason to reject it. And it is the operationalisation of that rejection that could make education the truly cutting edge industry of the twenty-first century: or, in a failure to reject, a millstone around the neck of progress.

But you know me, I am far too interested in the past to end a paragraph with talk of the twenty-first century without steering the next few toward the Ancient World – Romans, Greeks and the like. You see, the Romans really do represent the past – not just the ancient past, but the past that clings to us now. One value above all others made the Romans successful: standardization; and it was the habituation in their citizens of that standardization that conquered the known world.

The Romans faced barbarian armies that may have been strategically united in terms of purpose (generally a purpose created by an invading Roman army and which could be summed up in the words, ‘sod’ and ‘off’), but tactically a disparate group of individuals, exercising individual initiative. That is what Roman soldiers did not do: they fought as a cohort, a century, a legion, an army, an empire. Soldiers in Britain trained to use the same short sword and shield in the same tactics as soldiers on the Parthian border.

And what did that immense standardization of killing, of roads, of engineering achieve? The mightiest, most prosperous, peaceful state that Europeans enjoyed until the modern age. In such terms then, how is it possible to reject the forms of extrinsic motivation with which the Romans habituated their citizens to obedience and standardization?

Well I shall start by making my case even more abject by bringing the Greeks into it – for the purposes of this argument, the antithesis of the Romans. Greek education was discursive – it questioned and demanded justification. Solutions were thought of by one, condemned by another who offered the opposite, only for both to be synthesized by a third. Yet joyful theory could still be tempered by stark practice: the remarkably creative thinker Empedocles ended his days by jumping into volcano to test his belief he was fire proof.

And what did the Greeks achieve? In the heyday, a hundred years of internecine strife, followed by subjugation by better organized neighbours.

But having brought history into it, this is where I reject the supposed lessons from it. These stories are not templates to pick and chose from, but analogies to sharpen the tools with which we analyse our own times. What did the Romans do for us in their 1232 years under the Western sun – 700 of those as Europe’s superpower – 500 of those it’s only power? Remarkably, nothing much, – or I should say, as Monty Python fans would find such a statement a little difficult to swallow, nothing much new; just nothing much new on a far greater scale than it had ever been achieved before.

It was Greek architectural ideas that built the cities of the empire, adorned by statutes that only ever paid homage to Praxilites, peopled by citizens carrying out the charade of Greek political forms and entertained by Etruscan death games, in a prosperity cleared by the Spanish short sword. While the Greeks invented whole artistic genres, the Romans struggled to find a compatriot to master one. A famous Roman playwright? It took more than a thousand years of history to produce just Virgil and Ovid, and that in the brief moment of the Republican imperium. It is no great complement to say that Roman creativity flowed into prose and the law, while in science the Western World’s creativity stopped with the Greek Ptolmey’s view of the Cosmos, the Greek Galen’s view of the human body, the Greek Aristotle’s system of categorization and logic, the Greek Plato’s metaphysics, the geometric rules of the Greeks Pythagoras and Archimedes.

For us, now, it is not a question of selecting a Greek or Roman template because we can have our Roman cake and eat it Greek style. Globalisation was built on a base of standardized industrial processes. America, the giant of the second industrial age, created modern standard forms, and from cars to restaurants used a combination of technology and management systems to reduce human input to a mindless act of habituated dexterity; in it’s perfect form, like the thrust of the gladius, a single repeated act that created an empire – although these repetitions were not on the battlefield hacking out military victories, but in Ford factories and MacDonald restaurants building empires of money.

But Globalisation built outsourced this standardization from its imperial citizens to machines and to the barbarian fringe peoples. This is where we cannot compete. We cannot afford to spew forth citizens from educational production lines that are equipped to compete with machines, Indians and Chinese on skills because they will always lose out on cost; as India and China will lose out to the next wave of Asian tigers unless they change their educational values.

Although we have outsourced and automated Roman values, we still need standardization – common measures, agreed principals of construction – things that all are taught; but this can only be the beginning of education: not an end in itself. In the globalised world we can compete on brand or cost. If we compete on cost, our ability to churn out standardized production, we shall be like the Chinese who earn 17 cents for each Bratz doll sold for $17 in the States. We must therefore compete on brand, and be the creators of identity and of meaning.

Culture is created by education (and of course, we should recognize in the new systems, non-linear world: education by culture). That is why what we do is so vital. Identity and meaning are personal; they are discovered, not imposed. We cannot break down our meaning into component parts and demand our students to follow procedures to reconstruct a meaning that is not theirs. Our job is to provide the intellectual tools and the opportunities for them to create their own.

This email is long enough, so I will write another one with some suggestions on how to operationalise this rhetoric; what a rejection of behaviouralism may look like in practice.

Nick


Back to School

October 4, 2009

Going back into the classroom for the first time in nearly a quarter century was a bit of a shock; the rows of nasty wooden desks facing a blackboard have gone, the walls are festooned with colourful posters and children’s work and no bells insist lesson times. Another huge difference was the integration of children with special needs – many children who would have been hidden away in special establishments when I was a child are able to learn with other children of their own age, and children who aren’t able to integrate into the main school are in an adjacent unit which all the new students are expected to visit during their first year in the main school and are encouraged to help out in.

Just to make it interesting the first day I was in school the headmaster announced that the government’s OfSted inspectors would be visiting the school on Wednesday and Thursday. The atmosphere in the school became a little tense as a result; a teacher who is observed giving a bad lesson or without all the appropriate paperwork by the inspectors could have a lot of explaining to do to the headmaster. This also meant that the students assumed anyone new sitting at the back of a classroom watching a lesson was an OfSted inspector. Unfortunately the main thing a student teacher does in their first week of teaching practice is sit at the back of lessons observing. On discovering I wasn’t an inspector one student muttered annoyed that she’d been duped into better behaviour.

What with the inspection and Friday being an inset day (day for teacher professional training so no children in) I didn’t do as much observation as I might have, but I did notice a few things. Perhaps the biggest thing I noticed may sound a bit silly, but it was really striking how important the children were to the task of teaching. I know I knew the theory but my education was something that was largely done to me rather than by me. Plus, as a cherubic top set student, I was eager to learn and engage. Last week I saw the same topic being taught using similar material to different classes and the different ways they reacted was remarkable. In some cases even the same set could behave in completely different in the last lesson of the day compared to the first. Group dynamics clearly were in play, with the absence of individuals changing how a class behaved as did outside factors – one child who was usually good came in clearly upset by something that had happened in an earlier lesson and proceeded to disrupt the class. Some classes rocketed through the activities they were set while others struggled with the most basic tasks. The differences were incredible.

As for the lessons themselves it was interesting to observe theory in practice. Each lesson started in the same way, which is behaviourist conditioning, with the class lining up quietly outside (or as quietly as they could manage), then being allowed in by the teacher. The students then stand by their desks, sitting down when the teacher feels there is sufficient quiet. The teacher then takes the register while they logon to the computer. Finally they bring their chairs to the front where the teacher explains may have a started activity, explains the aims and objectives of the lesson and the activities. Starting each lesson in a structured and consistent way means the students can settle and be ready to learn.

The body of the lessons seem to take a more constructivist approach, with children working through activities for themselves, discussing quietly with students around them and asking for help when needed. In some cases the students are working on coursework towards an OCR National qualification, younger groups were mostly concentrating on spreadsheets this week. For these sets the teacher generally demonstrated a key skill, often questioning the students on the technique and having a student “driving” the keyboard. They are then sent back to their desks where they work through an activity sheet that starts with easy activities and gradually gets harder, allowing students to work at their own pace and differentiating between lower and higher ability students. While working the students are allowed to discuss and help each other, asking questions of the teacher as needed.

The class ends with the students logging off, standing behind their chairs and the teacher allows them out in groups, according to who is the quietist.

I’ve now completed three weeks of training in university and a week in school so still hardly know anything about teaching, but I’m enjoying it so far.


Learning Theory

September 20, 2009

I wrote this intending to post as a comment on this blog post as I’m the person on the short course on education she refers to, but for some reason I can’t paste into the comment box so I’ll put it here. The writer of the other piece is a fellow VSO who’s still in tamale and a skilled and experienced teacher.

I can see that Skinner’s behaviourism works and has a place in my teaching toolbox, but it won’t be the basis for my teaching as as far I can see it’s about training rather than educating. Operant conditioning will undoubtedly produce surface learning and trained responses, but I cannot see how it can help the student to the deeper understanding they need. Neither will it equip them with the skills to become self learners. In the digital world we are moving into what you know is becoming less and less important compared to how well you can learn and pick up a new idea for yourself. If a student has been conditioned into expecting learning to only take place in a classroom and from a designated teacher we have done them a disservice. The students you complain about are the result of the conditioning they’ve been subjected to.

Ok, I’ve only been studying for two weeks but the model of learning I’m forming is closer to constructivism. I think that people beyond infancy have models of the world; education is the task of helping them to either assimilate knew knowledge and experiences into those models or to adjust them. The channel to that is primarily social and linguistic, we need to help them create internal narratives that then form the new models. By linking what we are teaching to concepts they already have we make it easier for them to “bridge” to the new knowledge. By giving them time to reflect, and coaching them in that reflection we give them the tools to build that bridge. Your students are likely to do as much learning as they walk out of the classroom discussing your lesson with their colleagues as they are during the actual lesson. That discussion is when they process and make sense of the new knowledge and information. True learning is a personal experience, the teacher cannot make it happen they simply create an environment that helps the student learn for themselves.

I will admit that my current knowledge of learning theory is limited to a couple of lectures and some reading around, but I’m on the first few weeks of a one year postgraduate level course in Education that counts towards the Masters in Education and learning I’m expected to achieve in the next few years so I’m trying to understand the ideas presented. I appreciate the chance to do some reflection on the information I’ve received so far and look forward to your response.


Taking the plunge

September 5, 2009

Well, I’m out of the changing rooms and standing on the edge of the training pool in my trunks and water wings. Only metaphorically of course, I’m not actually typing this in a public swimming baths. That would be odd, and probably against the rules. But after spending two months in a metaphorical changing room (which would probably be illegal)  I’ll be putting a tentative toe into the educational pool on Monday and, quite frankly, I’m terrified that I may be about to be out of my depth.

The realities of Ghana seem like another planet, a different lifetime, sometimes like a half remembered dream – surreal and hard to grasp. My changing room time has been spent taking off my metaphorical outside clothes* by charging around Britain and across to China visiting family and friends as well as putting metaphorical swimming trunks on by reading about education theory and “reflecting” on the next step. “Reflecting” appears to an educational term that means scaring oneself stupid by dwelling on things that are probably best forgotten.

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* I’ve only been undressing metaphorically. I haven’t actually be running around naked. That may come later.


Compassion

August 27, 2009

Last week the Scottish justice minister (Kenny MacAskill ), demonstrated one of the things that make our way of doing things worth preserving. He showed compassion to a man who had failed to show any compassion to his victims. By doing it he demonstrated that we won’t allow terrorists destroy the values that underlie our way of life, and he showed the bravery of doing the right thing even though it would upset powerful people. To force a man dying of a painful and debilitating disease to do so in a foreign country far from friends and family would have been unnecessarily cruel, no matter what he had done.

Showing mercy does not condone or forgive his actions, but it shows that as a society we’re capable of rising above the base desire for revenge and of seeing everyone as a human being, things Mr Megrahi failed to do. His actions were evil, but we have shown ourselves to be better than him and his kind, and shown that we refuse to be dragged down to their level.

http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/scotland/south_of_scotland/8197370.stm

Last week the Scottish justice minister, demonstrated one of the things that make our way of doing things worth preserving. He showed compassion to a man who had failed to show any compassion to his victims. By doing it he demonstrated that we won’t allow terrorists destroy the values that underlie our way of life, and he showed the bravery of doing the right thing even though it would upset powerful people. To force a man dying of a painful and debilitating disease to do so in a foreign country far from friends and family would have been unnecessarily cruel, no matter what he had done.

Showing mercy does not condone or forgive his actions, but it shows that as a society we’re capable of rising above the base desire for revenge and seeing everyone as a human being, things Mr Magrahe failed to do. His actions were evil, but we have shown ourselves to be better than him and his kind, and shown that we refuse to be dragged down to their level.