#JusJoJan 23rd – Emphasis on SEND

Today, our prompt is courtesy of our darling Dar. Thank you, Dar! Please be sure to visit Dar’s blog to read her posts and say hello. And follow her while you’re there if you’re not already.

Your prompt for JusJoJan January 23rd, 2025 is “emphasis.” Use it any way you’d like. Have fun!

Ooh, interesting word!

I don’t know if enough emphasis is on the right areas of improvement in education, right now, in the UK.

Sure, they want to overhaul SEND provision (that is the provision for children with Special Educational Needs).

That would be brilliant, and a much-needed overhaul, as the present system ain’t working, my friends. Ask me, an experienced EYFS teacher, who has seen the steady changes in expectations, provision, budget, and level of need itself.

Who knows why it is happening, but every year, over the last five years we have seen an upturn in the amount of children requiring a lot more support, joining the Reception classes. But nothing has changed to support them.

In fact, those specialist provisions for children with more complex needs are shutting, and this means those children still need the education they are entitled to, but the environments they are forced to attend aren’t suitable for them.

Overstimulation, dysregulation, insufficient staff to support individual needs, stress on both children and their families, as well as the staff who are trying to cope with the usual cohort, plus a myriad of needs that they may not actually be trained to specifically support.

And then there are those children with what would be classed as low-level need. They still need individual support, however, with the majority of staff trying to juggle the needs of the complex SEN pupils, as well as teach a whole class, they get less attention.

It’s not fair on any of us. We feel, as staff, that we are failing. The parents feel school is failing them. That child is being failed because they cannot access what they need.

So, here’s hoping the emphasis is on funding and improving the provision, so we can truly support all children.

(Oh, and while we’re at it, that National Curriculum? It needs a total overhaul! The Covid generation will never ‘catch up’. We need to meet their needs where they are, and progress from that. New, realistic targets and goals, please.)

I’m not asking for too much, am I?

Educating the Eastern Europeans… #ThrowbackThursday

Another older post of mine…

It’s always an interesting life in a multicultural school….. The way an educational institution changes with the advent of a new culture, a new people entering its walls.  And the differences of why the school has to change to cater for these children.

I feel this keenly, as an educator in the local school.  A huge difference with then, when the Indians flocked over here, and now with the arrival of the many Eastern European families, which other colleagues of mine have echoed, was the ethos of the Indian parents and their children.  There was a hunger to learn, to better themselves, and the parents were there right behind their children, sometimes a bit too much! But everyone wanted their child to be something, to go to university, make a name for themselves, as their parents had done before them.  A child with not much English would arrive at the school but with some help, would integrate, and learn what they needed to, and go on to learn at the pace of the others.

Now, however, the issue we have is that there are all these children from various Eastern European countries coming, with very little basic education, or knowledge, very little English, and parents who don’t have the capacity to help their own children to fit in, as they don’t have the education behind them themselves.  No English, and just the promise from someone, that coming to England will make your dreams come true…

Before you think I might be being a tad racist, no, I’m not. In India and Kenya, I have experienced this very same thing from family members, and their thinking.  We work hard here, save money, and go to spend holidays with our families back home, only for them to see our material possessions, like phones and cameras, or nice clothes, and some money to go shopping, and think that ‘this is it, we need to get there, this is what we can do then, live like kings!’

Ok, yes it might seem like that, but no, we don’t just sit at home, money doesn’t just pour into our accounts.  We plan for months, years even, to go home and have a good trip, slogging our guts out sometimes, so we can relax back home.  In fact, when I look at the lifestyles some of our families have back home, it makes me wonder why our parents came over here in the first place!  There is someone to cook and clean, most of the women I encounter aren’t working, from affluent families, and can afford to lead a ‘ladies who lunch’ lifestyle. And the men have the  money behind them from their own parents who would have built their own businesses from scratch, so their children would have security.

Going back to the Eastern Europeans, I won’t tar everyone with the same brush.  We have Polish, Lithuanian, Slovakian, Hungarian, Czech children amongst others, who do come, they have a great capacity for learning, and after a while, they get there.  They have parents who want to learn too, and are willing their children to succeed here, so they too, can have a comfortable life.  It is the Roma children, those from the traveller communities of these same countries, which are the hardest work.  And again, it’s not their fault they can’t learn well, and integrate.  For as start, they don’t have a written language, so how much reading and writing is going on at home?  These people were often persecuted back in their home countries, treated like third class citizens, and not given any opportunities, so coming here, they don’t like to admit their backgrounds, not realising that at school, the more knowledge we have of a child’s background, the more help we can get financially to cater for these children’s needs.

I have been working in a school that has a high percentage of non-English speaking pupils for 4 years now, and it’s an interesting experience!  I’ve learned a lot, I’ve had to learn a lot, so we can communicate with all these children.  I’ve also got to know a lot of them, as they get older, and it pleases me so much to see one of them grasp a concept that they have struggled with, as much as it pleases me when any of my pupils succeeds, it just has an extra tinge of happiness, as for a lot of these children, learning is a hard thing… school is tough for them, alien words being thrown at them, and concepts which they probably haven’t even encountered in their mother tongue, let alone a new language.

Another thing is that there is no real settling for them.  We get children joining us, and we work hard to help them, and just as the child is adjusting, getting to grips with the school, and learning, the family move as their might be ‘better’ opportunities elsewhere, only for them to come back 6 months later, having forgotten what they had learned previously, if they hadn’t been in school all that time.

For a lot of the parents of these children, school is just a formality for their kids, if they are to live here.  It’s not a necessity, but this thinking only stems from the fact that there was no emphasis on education in their own formative years. Indeed, many of them wouldn’t have even had the opportunity to go to a decent school when they were growing up, and if they did, they would have been segregated from the ‘normal’ children, and treated so badly.

I have well qualified Eastern European colleagues who have lived this life, not as Roma people, but ‘proper’ nationals of the various countries and they tell us of the persecutions that happen to the Roma communities back home.  They only wish for the best for these children, and their families but they echo our frustrations, as they can see the difficulties of educating children who have no support at home.

When I see the children out and about, out of school hours, {and I’m talking really out of hours,} young children as young as 6-7 with no adults around them, lingering about in town, after dark, it makes me wonder what their parents must be thinking… leaving the kids out, alone, at that time. They tell us, yawning, that they were up until 1am, watching some inappropriate films, or playing the wrong kind of computer games.  so when they show they can throw an impressive punch, or pepper their pigeon English with some ‘colourful’ words, you know it’s not mum and dad’s influence, but some Hollywood action hero. Where were mum and dad?

So you see, it’s not just about education, and educating the kids, somewhere, somehow, we have to educate the parents too, to show them they are worth something, and with support, they can push their own children to greater heights than they thought achievable themselves.

Spidey’s Serene Sunday – Part 82

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Instruction does much, but encouragement, everything. – Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

The start of the academic new year, Spidey thought it warranted a quote regarding education.
I like the thought behind this quote. In fact, I live it.
I am a totally firm believer that we can teach a child, or rather try to teach a child all that he needs to know, but without that warmth and encouragement, they may not ever really ‘get it’.
It’s not a case of rote learning, nowadays. There are many aspects of a curriculum that we have to teach children, and we can write on a board, we can get children to copy  theory into their books, we can throw worksheets about like the next person, give homework and spend time marking it all, rewarding with ticks and chastising with crosses.
But that ‘instruction’ alone is not enough for many children. The confidence to try something new,  to make a mistake before being corrected, it is all quite a scary process.
And as educators, it is our responsibility to not just teach, but to encourage all our class members, whether they are whizzing through work, or if they are struggling, and not forgetting those that are ‘managing’.
I think back to my school days, and the teachers that I remember are the ones who were always there, by my side, saying “You can do it!”, “Try this” or “Have a go”.
That encouragement and faith in me pushed me to get my GCSE’s, and A-Levels, and go on to get my degree.
Now, as a teacher, I may not be teaching the upper echelons of the school ladder. In fact, I am laying the foundations.
My job is to give these tiny 3-4-year-olds a firm base for the schooling they are going to receive in the future, to teach them to love school, and encourage them to try their best, whatever their best may be.
I want to ignite a passion for learning, a thirst for knowledge, that they understand with be quenched when they go to school. My wish is to send these tots off at the end of the year with an excitement for ‘Big School’, so the more encouragement I can give them, the better.
Every scribble will be cheered, every instance of sharing will be lauded, each day with no tears will be prized. Each sound they learn, every time they count whether correctly or not, every story their imagination plays out in that home corner, will be a moment to celebrate.
It doesn’t sound too academic, right? But if you can’t share, mix with others, separate from your carer without tears, how can you step into an environment to learn?
We encourage these very traits at the beginning, and once we have secure children, we begin to ‘teach’. Some will be secure straight away, some may not feel that security until much later, but the biggest thing is to get that security first.
Once these children can trust us, we can mould them, with our encouragement, and create vessels that are waiting to be filled, like books with pages void of words, waiting to be written in.
And they’re ready for that next step in their academic life….
Have a restful, blessed Sunday Peeps!

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.

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…

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