Silly Matters

This is my 20th blog.


The previous ones are all rather serious. So…

Last night, a group of us were helping out at a school production. We weren’t needed the whole time and we had plans of writing a blog or catching up on something or other.

None of us managed to write anything coherent or sensible – there was talk of frogs in drains, those curly plastic things that security people wear behind their ears and a vaguely sensible bit about feeling vulnerable when posting something on Twitter.

How we laughed.

But seriously, those moments when you can be silly and laugh out loud, for reasons that wouldn’t be obvious to anybody else, I think, don’t happen too often – but when they do, you kinda don’t want them to end.

You can’t be sensible all the time. You can’t be trying to change the world all of the time. Sometimes, we need to let those playful-hearts have a play – because silly matters.

This one’s for my usher / tickets / front of house companions.

How do I change the font colour to yellow?


You Choose

I’m taking my teacher’s hat off for a bit to write a more personal blog; the topic of which I’ve touched on a few times before.

Have come across a few articles recently about the use of technology in general, smartphones in schools (being one of the biggest problems inner-city schools now face) and the apparently, inevitable robot-future we’re heading into.

It seems to be a future of ’21st Century Skills’: collaboration, creativity, imagination, critical thinking and problem-solving – did we suddenly come up with these, by the way, literally overnight, on the 1st of January, 2001?

And it seems to be a future for which we’re being encouraged to prepare our kids for ‘anything’ – part of the solution to this unpredictable future is buying our children the latest device because ‘being connected’ in this way seems to be the way we’re going… (and they might cry if they don’t get one).

And we need to prepare them for jobs which haven’t yet been created; they’ll be able to select from a huge range of unseen possibilities and to proactively choose what their futures look like.

This bit from ‘The Iron Giant’ comes to mind; ironically, he’s a robot – but – he makes a very human decision to choose who he wants to be – in that heart-warming moment near the end, when he self-destructs to keep those he loves, safe.

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The thing is, I’m not sure whether our very human ability to make basic choices – about who we want to be, day-to-day, is still intact. I’m not sure that these 21st Century skills we’re trying to reach, are actually reachable. And ironically, I think the very thing we’re told we need, to help us connect, and develop these skills is, in part, preventing us from doing so. Maybe.

When you look around, and see most people with their heads down, and a device in their hand – who (or what) is in control? Who (or what), when you scratch away at the surface and dig a little deeper, is making the choices of what we see? What we’re being sold? Who we should friend-request? Where are our imaginations in all this? Our creativity?

When babies in highchairs, and toddlers at dinner tables are shoved in front of iPads, what skills are they losing? What skills are we losing as parents? As a family? As a community? What choices are we denying these very little, very impressionable minds, while they’re being spoon-fed with some noisy, brightly-coloured, hyper-stimulating, fast-moving nonsense, along with their pureed potato?

Fortunately, I do still get to choose. If I don’t want to check my emails, I don’t. If I’m bored, I can choose to go for a walk or a swim. I’m lucky. But I have this sinking feeling that a good chunk of the next human generation will not know that they actually have this choice – mesmerised little robots, wired up and online, being weaned on hours of daily screen-time before they’ve lost their milk-teeth.

But the point of writing this isn’t to completely dismiss the role of technology. It absolutely has its place – of course it does – for example, I had to Google ‘when did the 21st Century start?’ before writing this (!) – and I’ve learned tonight, how to insert an image into my blog (haven’t figured out why it doesn’t look central on my iPad, though) and that ‘intact’ is one word, not two – but you know what I mean.

There’s not much I can do about it if we are, really, heading into a future where robots run riot. But I can teach my own children to choose how much they want to be part of it – to show them that there is a whole world out there to explore and enjoy – a world that doesn’t require an internet connection – and to give them the opportunities to be device-free and to see it not as a limitation, but as empowering. I can imagine that…


Our future doesn’t have to be predetermined by the Unknown, or dominated by technology, or devices, or by robots. The future we are preparing our children for can be more predictable than the unpredictable one we’re being sold. If we start thinking of, and preparing for a future, where compassionate, human-relationships are our priority, we might stand a better chance of achieving it. The future we’ll get, can be the future we want. We can choose who we want to be.

Look up.


Are we growing Academic Resilliance?

The other day, my husband came across an article about a guy called David Goggins. He’s an ex-Navy SEAL (David Goggins, not my husband) and has completed two ‘Hell Weeks’. He is a multiple ultra-marathon runner and generally considered as one of the greatest endurance athletes in the world. But David grew up in an abusive household – he struggled at school and has had to overcome mental-health issues as well as other personal challenges. The message that stuck with me though, was his belief that all you have to do these days, to stand out, is be tough:

It’s so easy to be great nowadays, because everyone else is weak. If you have ANY mental toughness, if you have any fraction of self-discipline; The ability to not want to do it, but still do it; If you can get through to doing things that you hate to do: on the other side is GREATNESS ” 

There’s something that resonates with me here; in our world of education, many advocate curiosity as the main driving-force for learning – I advocate it, too, to an extent – it’s helpful if kids are curious. At the same time, though, we’ve been encouraged to shy away from words like ‘compliance’, ‘practice’ and ‘discipline’ – yet according to Goggins, the ability to push through the stuff we don’t want to do is what will stand us apart from every one else. And I agree.

The first school I taught at was in Zimbabwe – a boys’ school. Sport was a focus. Discipline was important, expectations of behaviour were high, the boys complied; they were polite and respectful, and went into their classrooms to learn – it probably wasn’t quite ‘child-led’, but they learned none the less. They developed good learning-habits – they worked hard and played hard.

I remember one thing the Head would often say in assemblies; ‘Dig deep, Gentlemen.’ – and I guess that that quality is what I’m trying to get at – how do I grow academically resilliant children? How do I teach them that the feeling of pushing through the stuff that they’d prefer not to do, if given the choice, is actually, a pretty cool feeling? Is it good enough to accept work that isn’t good enough? If I don’t send them back to ‘do it again’ because ‘that’s not good enough’ – if I settle for less than what I know they can do, I’m denying them the opportunity to learn something hugely valuable about themselves.  And I’m teaching them that I don’t have high(er) expectations of them. I’m not teaching them how to dig deep – they’re not being challenged to do better, to try harder, to get through that frustration.

I had a moment in my Maths class the other day – we’ve been designing mosque window-panes; we’ve been practising measuring accurately over and over (and over and over…), thinking about angles, parallel lines, shapes and fractions. We were at the stage of having completed several drafts – and it was time to do a ‘technical drawing’ – a final draft.  I became the official Quality Controller. We considered an exemplar. They all knew what they had to do ‘to be successful’. I called them up, one at a time and I checked their measurements, checked their labeling, checked their presentation.

Well – it was one of those moments (I’m sure we all get them) in which I seriously doubted my teaching ability. There seemed to be very little evidence of any of the previous two week’s learning at all in what I was seeing – crooked drawings, haphazard measuring, messy labeling, careless presentation; they weren’t demonstrating what they’d learned – it all seemed to have gone out the window; and a once enthusiastic project had become hard work for all of us – and it was very frustrating!

So, I sent them back, ‘That’s not accurate,’ and ‘You haven’t measured carefully,’ and lots of ‘Do it again, please’. There were sighs, and apprehension – and I absolutely knew that most of them didn’t like me very much at that moment. But as I looked at them all, most of them began to try. Really try. They slowed down and they took care.  They were digging a little deeper.

Goggins likens building calluses on your feet in order to run a marathon, to growing calluses in your mind, in order to get ahead in life.

Our next Maths lesson was much more successful – they’d tried harder; they’d challenged themselves a little bit (and it was kinda exciting to see). When they brought their work up now, for me to check, their expression showed the beginnings of pride and a sense of achievement. One boy skipped back to his chair, with a grin on his face, and said, ‘I’ve measured accurately!’

We’re still working on our windows. A few have finished their technical drawing and they are beautiful. Some are still digging. One or two haven’t picked up their shovels…yet.

I think my point is that curiosity, can only carry you so far; of course, it needs to be, if at all possible, one of the many ingredients in that often murky pot we call ‘learning’. But it is, only one of many – I don’t think we can rely on it; it’s the spark but not always the fuel.

Ultimately, the ability to push through, to keep going when you’d rather not, is something I think we can teach. Something that can be learned. We can, at least, provide opportunities to experience what that feels like.  It might not always look pretty – digging deep takes effort – you get dirty and sweaty – it’s frustrating when you hit a stone – sore hands – tired arms – calluses – but – if we don’t provide these experiences – what it’s like to really try – the message they hear is, ‘I know you can do better but I’m not inclined to help you get there…’ or worse, ‘I actually don’t really expect any better,’ – that’s not good enough, is it?

To quote David Goggins; ‘Work harder. Get better. Period.’

Dig deep.

Does Curiosity + Compliance = Engagement?

Had an interesting conversation with a colleague the other day about compliance, curiosity and engagement. He’d observed some older pupils in their learning…just getting on with ‘doing Maths’ and far more independently than our younger pupils do. Ours seem to need more; we have to contend with white-board pens that have run out of ink (already?) and stepped-on fingers; we try not to make a fuss about the puddle on the floor from a leaky water-bottle or the clatter when pencil-pots get knocked off desks, again. They ask questions – completely random ones at times – and  they don’t have any looming exams to motivate their learning…yet.

What he observed was what, I’m guessing, comes from growing up – and all that that means – it’s an age thing, at least in part, and it’s where our eight year olds will be in a few years time. These older pupils just get on with it – and so do their teachers; they can teach because they have excellent subject knowledge, pupils who are delightful (and compliant) and who have exams to pass – at some point in the not too distant future.

But, I asked him whether he saw curiosity or only compliance? It turned out to be a tricky question to answer. We wondered whether because they seemed engaged, this naturally meant they were curious…they must have been interested to maintain their engagement. Or, were they simply engaged because they were compliant – or needed to be compliant to pass that exam?

Can you be engaged without being curious? Can you comply without being engaged? Does being curious mean you’ll naturally want to comply? Is that what he observed?Is there such a thing as willing compliance? If so, is it compliance? Maybe it’s called independence. And controversially, perhaps, does it matter, provided you reach your goal?

If we relied solely on curiosity, without developing any compliance, would we get very far? If we depended purely on compliance, would anyone really engage? Doesn’t the formula for learning, and the recall and demonstration of it, require both?

Think it might just come back to balance. Again.



You can’t check your phone…yet.

I heard recently that teachers, somewhere or other, were being advised to plan ‘tech-breaks’ into their lessons in order to reduce pupil anxiety. Apparently, this anxiety was being caused by not being able to check their phones. A tech-break, scheduled in, every 15 minutes or so, solved the problem. I thought, ‘Really? I’m never going to find any evidence of that online…’

Found it. It’s one of many articles, I’m sure – but I got the idea pretty quickly so didn’t read any others.

I’ve had some good conversations recently about ‘habits’ – as teachers, we have opportunities to develop good habits – habits which promote learning, promote a good attitude to learning and develop ideas about how learning happens. We have the opportunity, and surely the responsibility too, to grow concentration spans. How does providing a tech-break develop the ability to concentrate? To learn how it feels to not be distracted? To be present? We’re talking about young adults who can’t seem to focus for longer than 15 minutes – that sounds like a bleak future, if you ask me. And what about the kids who can go longer? Shouldn’t we be differentiating timings…?

Sarcasm aside, if you do a quick Google search, you’ll find out that the average person checks their phone about 150 times a day.  I’ve heard it’s more like 250. Hang on a minute…

I’ve seen entire families on individual devices while having a meal out at a restaurant. Together. You can buy a potty that has an iPad slot… You can bottle-feed your baby using the ‘Swipe and Feed’ – a contraption that allows you to clip in the bottle and more easily use your phone at the same time.

I read a recent article by A.J.Juliani about ‘What it’s like to Teach and Lead in 2017 (Hint: it’s exhausting)’. In it, he explains how 3400 devices had been handed out to pupils – a ‘powerful experience’ as well as how exhausting it is – ‘exhausting’ is used many times. He quotes a verteran teacher who says, “I keep thinking things might get easier. But, they never do. I guess I’m hoping for the wrong thing. Instead, things are getting better for our kids. They are having new experiences we could never have offered 5, 10, 15 years ago. It’s not easy for us, but it’s the right thing to do.”  

Is it? What if, along the way, we’ve lost a whole heap? What if, by providing every kid with a device, we are actually denying them something? What if, we didn’t always automatically assume that just because it’s ‘technology’, it’s better than what we used to do? What if we didn’t necessarily equate being exhausted, with doing a good job for our pupils? What if it’s not always the right thing to do?

But, I get it – unless I go and live in a caravan somewhere, or in one of those ‘off the grid’ homes where I get to grow my own vegetables and keep chickens (I’ve been tempted…!), I have to accept that technology and devices will probably be part of my everyday experience. How much, is, of course, up to me. But, I think this is, partly, because I’ve never really had the opportunity to form a habit – I don’t become anxious when I can’t check my phone – but there are people – children – who do. Is it fair, on them, to be providing opportunities which reinforce that? Or reinforce the idea that it’s acceptable to constantly check your phone regardless of who is in the room with you?

If we are, in effect, going to provide our children with opportunities to grow the habit of ‘connecting’ in this way – maybe there’s actually no escaping it – I think the very least we can do is also provide opportunities to teach them how to disconnect. To switch off. To absolutely leave the phone alone.

I have a sneaky feeling that there might be a whole heap of real connecting going on, if we did.



Am I Michaela?

So, after discovering Michaela, by chance, earlier in the year, listening, fascinated and intrigued, to several of their teachers talking online about Bootcamp, Dead White Men and Family Lunches, as well as reading their book, ‘Battle Hymn of the Tiger Teacher’, I visited – in early July.

If you’ve read a few of my previous blogs, you’ll know that, all that is Michaela, has challenged my thinking – massively. I’ve since realised, somewhat miffed, at times, that my training was solely ‘Progressive’. I was taught to believe that child-led, and all that that means, was the only way. Being a facilitator of learning was a good thing; being the fountain of all knowledge was bad – as was assuming a position of expertise and clear authority in the classroom. If my children were not engaged in their learning – I probably wasn’t doing something quite right; if they were disruptive or did not demonstrate good manners, well – I guess that was my fault, too.

All this thinking and questioning on my part could not be kept to myself and a few of my colleagues heard all about Michaela, that all the staff were on the same page; that there was complete consistency across the school regarding discipline and expectations; learning happened as the result of drill and didactic teaching; there was no group-work at Michaela, pupils learned in silence, they moved around the school silently. Behaviour was impeccable. Honestly, their faces said it all – wide eyes and raised eyebrows. How can that be? It all seemed so very far away from what we had always done – what we were all trained to do. But I was excited about this different way of doing things; this was a school that was challenging the status quo and in doing so, providing an education for inner-city children and seemingly making a difference in the process.

So, with all this in mind (and with a very open mind), I arrived at Wembley Park Station on a sunny July lunch-time. I grew up in Wembley and went to school nearby; I remember being at bus-stops at home-time and watching elderly people being shoved out of the way by boisterous, senior-school pupils – but I had learned that Michaela children were different. I signed-in and was informed about my visit; I was presented with ‘Dos and Don’ts’ – the expectations of me, as a visitor – for example, I was not to act surprised when the children told me that they liked their school; I was encouraged to talk about my university experience and training.

Some were playing with balls, others were sitting on bench-tables talking. Uniform was smart. Play looked sensible and considerate. I approached a member of staff on duty and introduced myself. He began outlining the school’s ethos and philosophy. He was friendly and open. Out the corner of my eye, I noticed another member of staff speaking sternly to a pupil – a boy. The conversation was quiet and seemed respectful (although the member of staff had his hands in his pockets)…I know, I know – it feels petty to mention it – but I expected exemplary modeling of behaviour, too – but never mind.

After a few minutes, the children were called to line-up to go in for lunch. A male member of staff spoke loudly and sternly, reminding pupils of expected behaviour, how they were to walk inside. Eyes forward. One boy turned his head and looked sideways and received a demerit. I should have expected that, but I found myself trying to reason / justify what I’d just seen – it wasn’t easy.

Inside, after a quick shake of the hand by Ms Birbalsingh, she led us to a table at which I was invited to sit for the Family Lunch. The space was clean and organised. Pupils filed in silently and stood behind their chairs. They were led by Mr Porter in singing ‘Jerusalem’ – they hadn’t practised it much, apparently. God Save the Queen was better.

Lunch was served by the pupils. It went something like this, ‘Servers 1 and 2 – on my ‘Go’…Go!’ We were told what to discuss during our lunch (along the lines of Andy Murray’s motivation and commitment in order to get to Wimbledon). The pupils closest to me were confident in attempting to articulate their opinions. They responded to my questions about what they wanted to study at University and demonstrated good manners throughout the meal. Fifteen minutes later, another ‘Servers 3 and 4, on my ‘Go’…Go!’ and the clear-up process began. I was literally about to place a fork-load of vegetables in my mouth but thought better of it.

After lunch, pupils were encouraged to offer a few sentences to explain something for which they were grateful. This happened several times and after each, all pupils gave a two-clap applause, together, in response. Pupils spoke audibly and confidently. I got the feeling that for at least one pupil on my table, he had simply learned to play the game – he had asked me my name and where I’d come from, early on in the meal and had worked out that thanking me for visiting would be appreciated – I’m not sure it really mattered to him whether I was there or not, but I could be wrong – and I’m willing to acknowledge that all children (and adults) learn to play the game one way or the other.

The transition after lunch, into lessons, was outstandingly efficient and orderly. We were allocated two guides who would take us around the school. They were given a timer which would beep, we were told, after 20 minutes, after which they would go back to their lessons and we would be free to walk around the school and pop in to any lessons we wished to. The guides, a boy and a girl spoke confidently and the girl in particular, was clear and eloquent in her explanations of how the school was organised, what each of her badges represented and what ‘SLANT’ stood for. We were led into several classes; pupils were well-behaved, were sitting up straight (mostly) and raised their hands before contributing. Teachers stood at the front. And taught.

I walked around Michaela afterwards feeling as though I needed some time to process it all. I heard a teacher warn pupils that many of them were very close to receiving a detention. I walked past another in which one pupil had just been given a demerit for having lost his place in a text when called upon to read. I walked past another and sensed that some pupils, if allowed, would quite like to sigh deeply and stop listening for a bit… I watched other pupils enjoying a teacher’s joke and having a good laugh and the boy who lost his place in the text – well, I watched the girl on his left kindly (that’s the perfect adverb), point out where he should be.

To be honest though, I was relieved to sign-out and end my visit. I messaged an ex-colleague and told him that I wasn’t sure whether I liked it. He asked, ‘Too army?’ which, I think, pretty much summed it up for me. Much of what Michaela stands for does resonate with me, however. I have realised, thanks to their example, that some of the ‘Progressive’ stuff doesn’t necessarily enhance learning and some of it, absolutely doesn’t. Throughout this process, I’ve thought heaps about discipline in schools, expectations of behaviour, responsibility of pupils (and parents), good learning habits, relevance of content, the balance between knowledge and ‘finding out’, who we are actually doing it all for, as well as teacher work-load versus actual impact on learning.

I think that Michaela’s passion for changing the education system in order to better-serve some of Brent’s children, has to be respected; I’m fairly certain that many of their pupils will be, if they’re not already, hugely thankful for their Michaela opportunity. I have certainly learned a lot and hope to be a better teacher because of it. To answer the original question, though, ‘Am I Michaela?’, I felt (and it was definitely a feeling), from the first moment I stepped through the doors, that no, I’m not. Although I am thankful for the experience, and thought at one point, that yep – that’s me – and I could definitely work in a school like that – I just didn’t warm to it. I am, however, going to make some changes in my classroom…but not too many.

To all the staff and pupils of Michaela, thank you for welcoming me.

Remember, remember..?

I’ve had a lot of conversations recently about knowledge (and more specifically, remembering knowledge). I’m sure most people would agree that whilst Google and Sat Navs, for example, have often saved the day, it’s been at a price. There’s no need to pay attention to sign-posts or remember landmarks anymore – no need to learn that fact or that capital city – we can just look it up. Sadly, though, through this process, I believe we’ve also lost a respect for memory – something which we should be actively developing and challenging, rather than passively, perhaps, buying into strategies which may actually be compromising it.

Research shows that memories and learning, are laid down through repetition – practice – habits. I was taught a song when I was about seven – The Books of the Bible – 66 titles, tricky in parts – Genesis, Exodus, Leviticus, Numbers, Deuteronomy…’ I still remember that song thirty-odd years later. Sure, occasionally, I’ve had to think hard in order to recall it but I can. It wasn’t learned under duress, nobody forced me – it was modelled and we just sang it – repeatedly.

Some would argue, ‘Well, what’s the use of knowing that?’ – I’ve sometimes asked myself the same thing – but I’m not sure that’s the point – or maybe that’s exactly the point. At the time, there wasn’t a reason given – nobody said ‘learn this and you’ll impress your RE teacher…’ (it did), or ‘it’s a super party trick – a real ice-breaker…’ (wouldn’t know, never tried it) – we just learned it. We don’t always need to have a reason to remember something. We just need the opportunity and perhaps more importantly, the expectation.

I have often, with somewhat of a guilty conscience, explained a lack of pupil memory with self-talk like, ‘maybe I’m not making this engaging enough…maybe this isn’t what they’re interested in, maybe I’m not doing something quite right.’ So, instead of demanding my children develop memory and recall (and giving them the opportunities and expectation to do so), I perhaps, compromise it further; over time, I have stuck up hundreds of words on my walls, coloured card, laminated, pretty. I’ve hung things from the ceiling (which often just got in the way) and I’ve spent ages creating word-mats and other resources which I then have to remind them to go and look at when they get stuck.

Is this helping them or holding them back? Is there just so much ‘stuff’ everywhere, that they don’t actually see any of it? Is it efficient or is it simply a crutch? I can’t be the only one to have created these kinds of resources only to observe pupils paying very little or no attention to them whatsoever.

I’m not questioning the good intentions of such resources or that in some cases, they are helpful – what I am questioning is whether there is a better way – a more efficient way. If the words are on the wall, they won’t need to memorise them – they’re on the wall – and even then, there’s no guarantee that they’ll make the effort to stop what they’re doing and go and look…why would they? That requires an interruption to their current thinking – their train of thought. It’s frustrating. They have to stop, get up off their chair, walk over to the wall, find the right word, go back and sit down and pick up where they left off…possibly having disturbed others around them on the way – are we advocating this process over simply teaching them to remember the words that they’ll need and providing them with the opportunities to recall them?

I get that over time, there’s a hope that they’ll remember stuff because it’s on the wall – that it’ll somehow be absorbed – but I’m not sure ‘hope’ is an adequate strategy. Is it really too much for us to expect our children to remember and verbally recall, by heart, a bank of adverbs, a bank of synonyms for ‘said’ or whatever…? I don’t think so. And yet…

Consider the lengths that we go to, to ensure that memory is not optimised – not challenged. We print, photocopy, laminate, display – we cover walls, literally, with bits of printed paper, which often can’t be seen from where pupils sit anyway. We cover walls with words that could quite possibly, be memorised through repetitive, rhythmic chanting, through singing, through saying them, spelling them, over and over. This doesn’t have to be dull – it can be a positive experience, it can build confidence through a collaborative, happy ‘noise’. Yet, we continue to resort to printing and laminating hundreds of words for display – year after year, in thousands of classrooms, in hundreds of thousands of schools, all over the world. Think about that for a second. From an environmental perspective alone, this should be considered outrageous, regardless of whether or not it actually made any difference to children’s learning.

Our memories are absolutely incredible and whilst I don’t, and probably never will, understand how it all works, I do know that if I don’t use it, I’ll probably lose it. I really can’t see any harm in expecting a child to learn, rhythmically and off by heart, ‘quickly, quietly, carefully, cautiously’ or ‘grumbled, mumbled, stuttered and yelled’ – or whatever. Why does it have to go on the wall?

Reading this back, it does sound like a bit of a rant – it’s not meant to. I just think that sometimes, the very things we do, because we’ve always considered them ‘good practice’, and because we’ve always done them that way, are the very things we should be questioning. I guess we owe it to our children, and to ourselves, to remember to do that occasionally.


Making learning fun – the trap of jazzing it up

My dad used to get irritated when he’d hear somebody say, ‘Look at the choo choo train’ or, ‘That’s a dicky bird.’…he’d exclaim, ‘Why teach a child a three-syllable word when they only have to learn one?’  He was right. Why teach a child to say ‘Ta’ (cringe), when ‘thank you’ is what they’ll be expected to use later?

Playing ‘Crazy Eights’ the other day with small children – on the cards were pictures of weird looking vegetables – with eyeballs. I’m guessing that the idea of gamifying a game (!) – jazzing it up to dumb it down – was to encourage young children to play – to somehow make it easier… weird looking vegetables, after all, might be appealing to some – especially if playing with family or friends is somehow not enough (why not?). So, instead of just learning to recognise diamonds, hearts, spades, clubs and numbers, they were also processing (and possibly being distracted by) the eye-balled vegetables.

One of my eight-year olds used to become tearful when she couldn’t quite get 20 out of 20 for our daily multiplication quiz. She went home every day and, supported by her parents, put in a huge amount of effort to learn them. She made dramatic progress. Other children didn’t and, despite encouragement, still don’t; as a year group generally, we deployed several layers of incentives; we issued certificates, badges and occasionally, there’d be a special appearance by ‘Maths Man’.

For this one child, the certificates were nice…but her intrinsic motivation was always present and that’s what drove her. She didn’t need any of that jazzed up stuff – the learning was the reward. All children, surely, have that intrinsic motivation – well, they do before it becomes eroded by the learned expectation of ‘getting something’ in return. Even when they knew they’d receive a certificate if they did well, for some of them, it wasn’t an incentive. It’s not a fail-proof system. What are we missing? Maybe parental support? A certificate might fix that temporarily but it isn’t a long-term solution. Intrinsic motivation? How did they lose it in the first place?

As adults, do we think that a child can’t learn something new, or something better, without those external incentives? It’s a genuine question – the funny vegetable on a playing card, that Maths badge, or the sound of a relatively more playful word such as ‘choo choo train’? The thing is, that sooner or later, those extrinsic motivating layers fall away – if they motivate at all. They’ll have to play with a real pack of cards (why not start with one?), somebody will point out, ‘Dicky bird? What?!’ Or their teacher will forget the certificate… Do we want to lull children into that trap? Surely, when they’ve experienced success – when they’ve earned it – when they’ve seen and felt the difference it can make – when it becomes internalised and remembered, a certificate is rather a weak substitute, actually. A step further would be to say, that if the certificate or badge or housepoint is seen as the culmination of learning – the reward – then we’re definitely off track.

Learning is not always easy. Sometimes it’s incredibly difficult – but these little people we have in our care are designed to do just that…they’re the perfect age and we have them – the world’s best learners – in our classrooms, every day. The assumption that they’ll learn only if I make it fun, or if there’s a badge on offer, is possibly rather patronising. The problem is that as soon as you offer an incentive (other than the learning itself), bad habits can develop. It’s a bit like hiding the vegetables under the pizza in the hope that both will be eaten… If you want the vegetables to be eaten, don’t serve pizza.

I’ve always harped on about extrinsic motivation versus intrinsic and in my (idealist) head, we really shouldn’t have to be jazzing up teaching and learning in order to make it accessible to, or engaging for our pupils. We shouldn’t need to turn learning into games…and we shouldn’t be spending inordinate amounts of time trying to make things ‘fun’ because we’re concerned that children won’t engage if we don’t. What does that say about them? What does it say about us? What does it say about the content we’re teaching?

‘We played this really cool game in Maths… ‘OK,’ I say, ‘but what did you learn?’ Hmmm.

What happens when the ‘fun’ stops and they’re suddenly lost, having never needed to dig deep, internalise motivation or without any memory of actually feeling that deep-down success? If our pupils are asking, ‘Why didn’t get a badge?’, we might need to rethink what we’re actually teaching them. It’s a precarious system – not only because it doesn’t necessarily prepare them for the real world, but also because of the inevitable inconsistencies that come with trying to manage it. It’s a distraction – and if we’re constantly distracting our pupils from the business of learning, they might actually leave school having not learned much at all, really.

So, what’s the answer? Well, whilst I think making learning ‘fun’ isn’t necessary, I do want it to be fulfilling, satisfying and ultimately empowering. If we’re passionate and have high expectations, if they have good learning habits, if it’s meaningful, if they get to change their world with what they’ve learned, even just a tiny bit, why do we need to jazz it up? ‘Having fun’ isn’t necessary. Children thrive on learning stuff, they love knowing stuff, they love finding out more and applying all they’ve learned in clever, creative and meaningful ways.

That’s got to be enough, right?

Tangerines, Toast and Teaching to the Test

OK – I’ve realised that it’s all in the title; I reckon that if my title includes foodstuffs (the more alliterative, the better), my blog stands a better chance of being read. I asked my five year old (who is, as I’m writing this, drawing the world’s flags and labelling each one – paper and pencils all over the place), whether he could think of a food beginning with ‘t’. He answered, ‘Tangerine.’ Then I thought of ‘toast’ – et voila, I had my blog title – quite like the rhythm of it, too – alright, it’s a daft title but I hope to make a vague point, linked to it, a bit later on.

Tangerines and toast aside, ‘teaching to the test’ is one of those things that we’ve all probably done at one point or another. There will always be a temptation to drill what we know will be in the test, because the results may be indicative of whether or not we’re doing a good job (of drilling, not necessarily of the teaching of learning). I’ve known teachers who actively track exam questions year on year – they predict which ones will ‘come up’, and then teach, mainly to those questions. And our pupils too, are learning to ask, ‘Will this be in the test?’ – if it’s likely, well, then they’ll make sure they learn it. If it isn’t, they won’t worry so much.

What we are learning to do here, is to play the game – teaching (and learning) to the test – it’s not right and it’s nothing new, but it is understandable – if that’s the hoop, then I need to learn how to jump through it, right? Really?

But there’s also more to it than this. I have a problem with how we test; if our pupils have been learning through conversation, through discussion, through bouncing ideas around and exploring, it seems unfair that we would then test them in a way which is completely alien to this process. Why do we value data that is generated through silent testing, in the abstract, and in the absence of voice? I don’t want to change the way my pupils learn just because of the way they’ll be tested – but occasionally,  I have done because if that’s the test, then I want them to pass it – of course I do.

I’ve had some great conversations with a colleague about this – data from traditional testing pales into insignificance against learning that is evidenced and demonstrated in a variety of more creative ways, doesn’t it? Whilst there may be a (small) role for traditional test data, we all know how easy it is to pick holes in it (unless the data is really impressive – in which case, we won’t pick at it too much). Potentially, it just seems such a fickle process; if it’s good data, we’ll go along with it – if it’s not, we won’t. I have a feeling we can do better than that.

So…what to do? I guess we officially change the test.

If learning is dynamic, exploratory, vibrant, meaningful – embedded in conversation – in other words, a very human experience, then we need the way we test, to reflect this (assuming this is the way we feel pupils learn best…). The idea of teaching to the test then, suddenly becomes a good thing because we’re not haphazardly changing the way we want to teach to support the way we test, but rather, changing the way we test, to complement the way we believe our pupils learn best.  

Innovate testing – innovate teaching – innovate learning. Think it works if you say it backwards, too.

Anyway, I’m aware that I’m getting close to that looming final paragraph. Still trying to think of a way of bringing all this together in a way that links back to my title. Thought about saying something like ‘food for thought’, but that sounds cheesy.

I guess my point is, that whilst I may have learned how to come up with a vaguely interesting title (a hoop that I’ve learned to consider jumping through in order to pass the test), it isn’t necessarily reflective of the content, or quality(!) of the blog itself. It took me a few minutes to come up with the title. It took me ages to write the blog – and regardless of what judgements you make about what I’ve written (you may have been either pleased or disappointed that toast didn’t get much of a mention), at least you did take a moment to look beyond the title.

Incidentally, my five year old is still drawing his flags and labelling his countries. His learning is everywhere – literally – in the papers strewn around, the maps he’s drawn, the lists of countries he’s written and re-written – it’s in the conversations we have, in the facts he tells me and in the questions he asks (the ones he knows the answers to already – to see if I know – and the ones he doesn’t).

Whilst I may want to teach him explicitly what the capital of Venezuela is, in order to be able to answer that question when I ask it, there is absolutely no doubt that he is learning – and demonstrating it. And yet, he has no concept of what a test is or that at some point, he’ll have to take one in order for somebody else to determine his learning. The learning is his motivation, not the thought of a test.

Change the test. We’re here to grow learners.

Oh – Just Blog On!

I’m writing this in response to Chris Leoffler’s blog ‘The Sophomore Slump’. I nodded along, thinking…’yep – exactly!’

I began blogging a couple of months ago, as a result of the #IMMOOC and a persuasive nudge from a colleague. Initially, it was enough that a couple of people read my blogs and added the odd comment – great. And then I blogged about something that was, for me, a little surprising – perhaps controversial, even, given that I’d just begun the ‘Innovative Teaching Academy’ course… I tweeted it…and it got retweeted and like Chris, I had many more visitors to my blog – over 200 – literally overnight.

And then, I wrote another one. It was balanced I thought, as was the first – and I spent ages on it – 4 hours, I think – wording it right…you know – I loved the writing side, but it was a complete brain-ache. I even considered when best to Tweet it (!) given time differences (I’m in Brunei and it was a UK ‘audience’ I was aiming at). I went to bed in the early hours, content that I’d got it absolutely right, feeling a little like a kid on Christmas Eve – hoping (maybe even ‘knowing’) that there’d be something in my ‘Twitter Stocking’ when I woke up. Worrying.


Surprisingly, I didn’t burst into tears and wonder why I’d been forgotten – or overlooked. I did feel confused though – being new to this ‘game’, I thought that because I’d had a good round, last time, it would simply get better – an increase in ‘likes’, in retweets and yep…in dopamine – people would suddenly ‘know me’ and therefore read what I had to say. And then, thinking some more, I realised that I was already asking the question… ‘right, what can I blog about now to get my ‘audience’ back’? Really, though, it wasn’t my audience – I simply got one ‘on loan’, briefly, via a retweet. But I found this question just a little soul-searching, and began feeling uncomfortable that I’d even asked it. There was also the undeniable, growing ‘habit’ of checking my phone…

So – where does that leave the newbie blogger with slightly dented pride? I think it leaves you with what you’ve always known deep down – that to write, or to do anything meaningful – to you – must be done primarily because you are intrinsically motivated to do so, regardless of ‘likes’, retweets or levels of dopamine. It leaves you with the self-assurance that if you’re blogging about something you care about, you aren’t making yourself vulnerable by doing it for the wrong reasons; your reasons will be good and you won’t find yourself trying to desperately defend it – because you were compromised along the way (even just a little) by the thought of those ‘likes’ and the approval of that unseen audience.

I guess my point is, if you are blogging because you want your opinions and ideas to be noticed, you need to take a moment to realise, that your opinions and ideas might get noticed. Play the game fairly and with passion but without cheating yourself, or breaking your own rules in order to win.

And finally, I considered whether we have the balance right (there’s that word again…balance) between writing for the thrill of an ‘audience’ – and writing for the simple release of self-expression – for the enjoyment of it. Perhaps a blog on the subject of intrinsic motivation in the classroom, has just joined the queue.

As I’m writing this, I hope somebody will read it, perhaps they’ll nod along. Perhaps they won’t. Perhaps it will prompt them to respond. But I know that it doesn’t really matter…not really – just gotta blog on anyway.

And Chris – thanks for the blog (which I definitely didn’t think was mediocre).