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This could be so good, but…


This image could be so good, but…

I’d like it more if it said ‘yourselves’ and had a multicultural picture. My first thought when I saw this was:

Erm, am I invited to the party? I see this white woman on her throne, atop a tower/pyramid of words, a broad smile on her face.

This could be so good, but…

am I being touchy?

I remember the Jill and John books of my childhood. Of my children’s childhood. Hard to find pictures of people who looked like us.

This could be so good, but…

Why do we need a pic in the first place? Without the pic, the message would speak to everyone. Independent of race, gender, and all the labels that force us to wear a wrong image of the beautiful, diverse individuals we are. Without the pic of the woman (blond, well, now isn’t that a surprise!),  this would actually say what I think it really wants to say. The way it is now, it’s undermining the potential of its own statement.


This could be so good, but…


ways with(out) words: empowerment and motivation

Year One. Real school, therefore: a timetable. Or should I say: picture table?

picture curriculum b

Pictures, too, to monitor the children’s behaviour on a daily basis:

pig or sheep anonymous

Extremely uncomfortable with this idea of classifying naughty children as pigs (whatever their misdemeanour), I’m the sort of mum who would have kicked up a fuss. There’s something ugly here. Insensate. Something remotely Christian which I object to in any classroom, let alone in a multicultural classroom as this one. (Quick look at the timetable: religious education twice a week…). None of the parents appeared to object to this threat of a public stoning; to the threat of their offspring being branded as pigs. I was only visiting. I also wanted to be allowed back into this classroom. I kept my mouth shut. Before leaving the school for good, I did permit myself to ask the teacher to tell me more:

“it really motivates them, for at the end of the week there’s a prize.”

Didn’t the Head ever stroll into the classrooms from time to time, I wondered? Could s/he have overlooked this? I would have loved to sneak into the other classrooms to see if there were pigs and lambs cavorting as institutional corrective measures, whether the other members of staff had devised their own special (better?) means, so that this one here really was but a one-off, an effective one-off (so I’m told) not worth my getting over-sensitive about. My observation periods were restricted to 2 hours per morning. No correct way of entering other classrooms without the teacher’s permission. Without the Head’s permission. Without the parents’ permission. Without a letter first having been addressed to the Ministry of Education explaining the precise scope of my activities. No way, therefore, without getting into some ethical hot water (which I’m probably in already by now). Don’t get me wrong. I’m not into mud-slinging. I am into critical research. There’s a lot of good practice out there; the picture timetable is a wonderful off-task way to orient the children through the week. But as we all know: there can never only be good practice out there. That goes for me too.