A “Brazenly Elitist” Blog Post
I know I said I would stop bitching, but I changed my mind.
Every time David Cameron has opened his trap this week he has come out sounding like the horrible Tory we hoped he might not be. Yesterday he was banging on about marriage in relation to “broken Britain”, which is the most simplistic view of raising balanced children I can think of.
Earlier this week he declared that 16 year olds that had elected not to shine in Maths and English could not become teachers, and a worse than Second in their degree would also consign them to the teaching scrapheap.
I have blagged my way through life with a handful of O’ levels and now find myself teaching adults, some of whom are blessed with the gift of the blag and many who are not. Does having a First mean you will be able to teach the 30th child in your class who sits silently, believes they can’t do anything right and will hold that belief so close to their heart that it might as well be stamped through them like a stick of rock for life? Does having a First mean that when they still believe they can’t spell or do much at all as adults, yet remember your name and face like it was yesterday that you will have any memory of them at all? Probably not.
Some of the brightest stars are the most blinding David, and a piece of paper does not an enduring union make.
I am practically in love with Ed Balls now and that is a terrible thing to type and I am pretty certain who broke Britain too (and it wasn’t Winston Churchill).