I taught year 6 up until a couple of years ago, then the head teacher at my school had the usual shift around of staff to keep us all from going insane and shooting up a supermarket. I ended up with year 3 (who make way worse slaves than year 6) and to be honest I'm glad I was moved. Now, watching the year 6 children from afar leads me to the conclusion that they are all really shitty people. What's more - it's all our fault.
The year 6 kids at my school are, for the most part, quite nice and can actually access all of the nice parts of the emotional spectrum that make a decent human being decent. They show compassion and make for good hosts whenever there's another pointless learning walk. They see when a teacher is doing something for them and they say thanks...until they turn on you.
Today, for example, the kids have began their swimming block at the local pool. It's chaos at the best of times but the year 6 kids are usually pretty good and set a good example. Not today, though. Oh no. Today one lad (who is built like a silverback gorilla but has the coordination of new-born ibex) threw one of those black swimming bricks into the public lanes at the pool. The majority of the children didn't listen to staff and the three SEN children had a biting match in the baby pool. The coolest lads (good at football, crap at everything else) sang at the top of their voices in the chamber of echoes (also known as the unisex changing area) and to top it off the head girl threw a digestive biscuit on the bus, which hit the driver and caused an uproar.
That all happened in the space of an hour and twenty minutes. I dread to think what they are like out of school. I know some of them invite the wrath and ire of the local residents and I can tell you now that they ride bikes dangerously around the village. A couple are even banned from the local off-license.
All this makes them sound like utter scum doesn't it? Well they're not. You are. Yes you - the educator. You're to blame, for not fighting against the system that made them. You're a spineless arse and their fried brains are in your hands, sitting limply as a reminder that you helped build a system that pressed them, tortured them and squeezed them until something that should be blood but more resembles bile leaks out of them.
These childrenare were nice - I always looked forward to teaching them from afar, before I was moved year groups. They're an exciting year group and, deep down, they are decent human beings, but now that they are in year 6, they have developed the wildest of streaks and are dreadful to be around. Is it a coincidence that this streak appeared at the same time as the shadows under their eyes? I think not, because I've seen it before and it is getting worse.
We are giving a generation of wonderful minds a reason to resent us, as well as robbing them of a year of their academic lives. I wonder for what, because I'll tell you this for nothing - they won't thank us for it later. They'll just throw out our system because survival of the fittest determines that those of them still left standing will have been led to realise its failures.
The year 6 kids at my school are, for the most part, quite nice and can actually access all of the nice parts of the emotional spectrum that make a decent human being decent. They show compassion and make for good hosts whenever there's another pointless learning walk. They see when a teacher is doing something for them and they say thanks...until they turn on you.
Today, for example, the kids have began their swimming block at the local pool. It's chaos at the best of times but the year 6 kids are usually pretty good and set a good example. Not today, though. Oh no. Today one lad (who is built like a silverback gorilla but has the coordination of new-born ibex) threw one of those black swimming bricks into the public lanes at the pool. The majority of the children didn't listen to staff and the three SEN children had a biting match in the baby pool. The coolest lads (good at football, crap at everything else) sang at the top of their voices in the chamber of echoes (also known as the unisex changing area) and to top it off the head girl threw a digestive biscuit on the bus, which hit the driver and caused an uproar.
That all happened in the space of an hour and twenty minutes. I dread to think what they are like out of school. I know some of them invite the wrath and ire of the local residents and I can tell you now that they ride bikes dangerously around the village. A couple are even banned from the local off-license.
All this makes them sound like utter scum doesn't it? Well they're not. You are. Yes you - the educator. You're to blame, for not fighting against the system that made them. You're a spineless arse and their fried brains are in your hands, sitting limply as a reminder that you helped build a system that pressed them, tortured them and squeezed them until something that should be blood but more resembles bile leaks out of them.
These children
We are giving a generation of wonderful minds a reason to resent us, as well as robbing them of a year of their academic lives. I wonder for what, because I'll tell you this for nothing - they won't thank us for it later. They'll just throw out our system because survival of the fittest determines that those of them still left standing will have been led to realise its failures.
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