Thursday, 7 October 2010
The human right to be worth something
There are times in life when nothing much changes but you can get into a bad space. Times when worry can take over,about family or money. Stuff that you can't do much about, but whilst you're in the thick of feeling wretched, everything takes on a gloomy nature.
Then the sun comes out!
Or perhaps, as in my case, I actually ask myself why am I worrying and when I have that answer, I can get pro-active about doing something about the vague worry.
The family situation is no different, the money is no different, but I feel better.
Maybe it's that for me, I don't do thinking time with nothing much to do well.I thrive on being busy. I love nothing more than to see my calender bursting with things and places and stuff I have to do. Doesn't have to be paid stuff. Doesn't have to be entertaining stuff with friends. Doesn't have to be anything much at all. It just has to be lots of it!
And today it involves a lot of school stuff. I am in the privileged position of having to go round five local schools in the next few weeks and spending time with the Heads before meeting other staff and walking round classrooms filled with kids.
I am finding out about the schools ethos, related to pastoral care with a view to writing up a policy document next year. That bit is scary, but I can ignore that for the moment!
The pleasure I'm getting at going into these schools, which range from 3 -19 year olds is huge.The immense pride and drive of the Heads to want the very best for their students is a joy to be part of.
The thought that as a group of schools we are wanting to work together to supply a 'joined up thinking' for our students from the day they start to the day they leave is fantastic.
I love how we are working more at preventative work rather than interventative. That the value is being seen in communication at a greater depth than ever before, as students go from school to school, and even between schools in the same catchment area. Education can no longer be something a school does in isolation without reference to what has gone on before or what will go on in the future.
And the absolute thrilling thing for is that I can be part of it..... me who had an appalling education, who failed all my exams, who ended up with very little to show for 16 years of education, except a belief in my own stupidity. Who now knows that I am a valued member of the team, that my opinion counts, that no-one thinks I'm stupid. But more importantly than any other persons view, is that I don't see myself as that anymore.
It is totally okay to admit to myself that- I AM intelligent.
The circle is complete. That scared frightened child who couldn't read when she was six, can now hold her head up and know that she is as bright as a button, as ever she was, she just didn't know it back then. And wasn't helped by the education model she lived under, of criticising rather than praising. I am a product of my time. And I thank God, that for my children and all those lovely kids in the schools I am visiting, that nowadays encouragement is the name of the game.
So that hopefully they will believe in themselves at a far earlier age than I ever did. We all have value as human beings in whatever we are, or do. It's just a pity that it sometimes takes so long to discover our worth in ourselves.