Fixed Vs. Growth Mindset

The other month we had a staff training session.
You know the feeling right?
A whole day sitting, listening to someone chit chatting away about things that are totally irrelevant.
Techniques that will probably be forgotten by 95% of the people attending the course, as soon as they walk out.
But this time, there was something pretty major that I took away with me.
The training was all about Differentiation in the Classroom.  In layman’s terms, that means how we can teach the same to all different levels of pupils.  How we can cater for all within one lesson, and have each pupil leaving the classroom, feeling like they learned something.
It’s not an easy thing to do, from the Early Years through to the older children, but it is so important to actually present learning  in a way that a child understands.
The speaker talked about mindsets, and specifically Fixed mindsets Vs. Growth mindsets.

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Now, I found some images on Google that give you a bit of an idea about what these mindsets are.

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In a nutshell, we have to, as educators, allow our pupils to have a Growth mindset.  They need to feel that they can do it. They can learn something. They just have to keep on trying.
And in order for them to be able to develop this mindset, we need to have the same too.
Literally, the next day, I was talking to my own children, and Lil Man, who finds maths pretty tough, was chatting to me.  I have never been much of a mathematician myself, and I was ready to sympathise with him, saying I was never great at maths too, but then I remembered what the lady said the day before. So I altered my own words to say that, yes, I was never the best at maths, but I hadn’t stopped learning, even to this day.  In fact, I am ashamed to say, I don’t know my times tables by heart… thought with my own children learning them, I am getting better every day!
These statements below are a great way of altering your wording, so you can make any possible negative statement into a positive!

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Since the training, I have been very mindful (We had to train on that, mindfulness, too once!) of the things I say, and how I say them.
Yes I hate sports, and I used to say I was never any good at them, but the fact of the matter is, I was pretty good at hockey, and netball. Discus and javelin, I loved. Badminton and tennis, again more physical pursuits that I enjoyed.  I just enjoyed other things more, so I never developed the skills.  Who knows, I may have been another Fatima Whitbread if I’d kept up the throwing!
Lil Princess loathes going to Punjabi school on a Saturday for 4 hours ( I would too!) but my in-laws were adamant that she should.  I was always saying I wasn’t bothered about sending her, as I never learned how to read and write my mother tongue.  I speak it well and understand it better than many Punjabi GCSE holders.  But then I realised that I should be positive, for her sake.  She may not be great at it, but if she carries on, it’s another feather in her bow. And If she really hates it still by July, we can stop it, but she won’t have been a quitter, she will have given it her all for this academic year.
The whole mindset thing, it’s really what I am about, actually. I have always been a glass half full kinda gal, seeing the silver lining, and I think that is really key to having that growth mindset. Positivity.  Knowing that something can happen, and that things can change. It’s just sometimes it’s you that has to embrace change first and try your hardest!
So, the moral of Ritu’s latest ramblings?
Don’t think “I can’t!” think “ I’ll try!”.

Images courtesy of Google.

Bag of Nerves Emptied!

 

Can you tell from my Bitmoji’s what I am about to announce?

Firstly, thanks to you all for the good wishes/candles/prayers.

I spent part of this morning in tears at school, talking to colleagues, as I was so stressed, and worried about the outcome of the Secondary School admissions process.

Then I tried my hardest to forget until at least 4 pm as that was when the emails were rolling out…

So after despatching me afternoon crazies,  It was around 3.50 pm, I thought i would check my mail.. obviously nothing was going to be there yet… but I saw an email from the Admissions team.

EEK!!!!

They were early!

I actually had to make my self sit down before opening the message as I was shaking.

Then I read it, and read it again. I closed it and then opened it again, and read it. I even got my colleague to read it to confirm.

HE GOT INTO HIS FIRST CHOICE SCHOOL!

The relief I felt was palpable! I nearly fainted!

Then obviously I had to go and find the Lil Man in question. His teacher, who knew how stressed I was, met me on my way, and gave me a great big hug!

Lil Man, well, I got him to read the message himself, and he literally jumped in the air and cried “YES!!!!”

It is a weight off our shoulders. I have told him that now he knows his destination for next year, he should be relieved, and that he  must just try his hardest at school, which we know he already does, and just do his best.  No more negativity, just positive vibes!

Our selection process works on many criteria, that the Local Authority set, and they include Children in care, special needs pupils, siblings, and distance, and if you have applied for a faith school, that is also something that gets taken into account.

So I was so happy that he got in, as I was aware that the school in question was oversubscribed, and that even though we were close, there were man children closer…

But ironically enough, I already know of 2 children who live closer who didn’t get in…

God, you were really looking down on us, and as I said before, all your thoughts and prayers must have played a part too!

 

 

Bag of Nerves – Update 1

   

The day has come….

We find out where Lil Man has his place at school. Amd I am literally a nervous wreck, waiting to open that email…

I just couldn’t bear it if he doesn’t get his first choice!

Three has been such upheaval at school with this whole new curriculum as it is, and he has taken a battering, mentally, and emotionally. At the moment he just feels like he isn’t good enough for anything.

Which mother wants to see their child going through that? I wish I could give him his first choice of school on a plate, and serve him the good news that no matter what those SATS tests say, he will be going where he really wanted to. But I am at a loss, as I can’t influence that decision at all. 

I’ll be on tenterhooks until 4pm, which is when the emails will be rolled out. Then I will be obsessively looking at the email app on my phone, until that fated message arrives.

I am trying so hard to be positive, but I can’t help but worry about the flip side. I can be positive, and  think positive about everything with regards to me, but he is going through his own changes at the moment, amd every thing is an issue for him. I can’t help but worry that if he doesn’t get his first choice of school it will send him into a downwards spiral of depression, almost. I have had him in tears over the last few weeks, over seemingly silly little things… But they are things that mean a lot to him.

He’s a precious, unique bundle of joy, and we tell him that all the time. I just hope he remembers that.

So please, spare a thought for my Lil Man, and many other children out there, waiting to hear about their school places today. A nerve wracking time for both the child, amd their parents.

I hope I can report back with something positive this evening…

I’m sorry… Just listening to the news…

“Kent had 600 more secondary applications this year the LEA has cut the number of places by a third.”

Ok, if I wasn’t nervous enough already, that has just got to be the icing on the cake!

 

The Fallout from Curriculum Changes – How It Affects Real People

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You may, or may not, have read my recent post, an open letter to the Education Secretary, Nicky Morgan, regarding the changes to the Primary curriculum and the unrealistic marking policies.

Well, today, because of that idiotic policy, I had tears in my eyes.

I cried.

Seeing my Lil Man totally give up.

He’s been pretty strong, up to now.  Saying he doesn’t care, it doesn’t matter. He is tryng his best.

Today we were doing some homework, and it was maths. Not his best subject.  Neither is it my strong point.

He found it really hard. He didn’t want too much help, as he said the teacher needed to be able to really assess it to see how much he didn’t understand.

He did what he could, or guessed it, then the aggression I have witnessed in him since then… well, I couldn’t say or do anything to console him. We sat and talked, or rather I talked, and reassured, and he listened, but he wouldn’t look me in the eye.  When I caught a look at him, his eyes were reddened, and he was surreptitiously turning away to wipe tears.

HOW DARE YOU, BRITISH GOVERNMENT, ALLOW MY CHILD, AND POSSIBLY MANY MORE, TO BECOME SO INSECURE ABOUT THEMSELVES?

I let him go, to bat a ball around, and sat there and the tears welled up. I feel so helpless.

I’m sorry I may be ranting, but I hate to see or hear my family, and my children, in particular, feel so low, or upset.  And I cannot bear to see them hurting, especially when I can’t do anything…

Shoe-rly Not!!!

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I am in shock…
This is not the second pair of school shoes since September… It’s the third!!!
Seriously??!!
What do kids do??
Have you seen the state of them?
Oh my!!!

But I Smile Anyway...

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