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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…

Last Day…

It was an emotional day today, as though I’m progressing in my job, I’m leaving a class of children who I have come to hold very dear to my heart, and the team of adults I work with here are amazing… I’ll miss them all very much!

It was sweet though… I was given a card made by two lovelies…

That represents Mrs Bhathal… Apparently. A big heart, a princess hat, and a star!! ❤

Dir Mis Batu
We wil mis
you
thacyoo
for lokng
rafter us
Lu fr …
And …

And Sonu Singh had a read too

But coming back to my class… Remember my boyfriend? Well, I knew he was going to find this hard… His mum said to me the other, that he loved school because of Mrs Bhathal… So cute… Well, I looked over at him, as the announcement was made, and mouthed to him “Are you OK?” He nodded. I turned back to the class teacher, and seconds later, she looked over, and gasped “***! Are you OK?”
My little munchkin had scrunched him self into a little ball and was sobbing, hysterically. Well, my mother lab instincts kicked in… Forget boyfriend… (Oedipus, anyone?!) He was an upset little child… “But Mrs Bhathal’s my friend… I don’t want her to go!!!”
I had to give him a big hug, and go with him to mummy at the end of the day, to explain. She was happy for me, but had tears in her eyes too!
I won’t lie… I cried too!
Isn’t it amazing how you can touch the lives of these little people? I can only hope my influence has been positive!