|Checking things out|
|A batch of errors being released|
When I was a High School student, I can remember days and weeks of constant spelling practice, verb inflection exercises, sentence analysis and synthesis (parsing). We might not have had great research abilities, but by God, we could create a sentence which was error free and made sense. We learned to manipulate language, to construct accurate and even elegant prose. Some of our present day teachers at NLH have not been through a similar process.
Basic spelling errors, incorrect tense usage, missing commas, inconsistent voice and use of person. It went on and on. Some of course were OK. Richard [of RBB]'s efforts were ready ahead of time, and models of succinct and witty enthusiasms. Railway Guy as always, was a foundation stone of grammatical knowledge and usage.
But some of the rest!! I shudder at what these lovely and hard working people are teaching our kids.
I will mention on closing one other impediment to our struggle for perfection. I refer of course to those deaf and dumb so-called professionals who couldn't even be bothered to print out their report comments for checking. I'm not talking about teachers away on trips or courses, I'm pointing the finger at the lack of forward planning by a few of our colleagues, who, hours after the deadline are still printing out their reports. Plus about 8 who just didn't print them out for us. Or I suspect have their work checked by a colleague.
It gets depressing.
It was also depressing for MoE [The teacher, not the Ministry] who got stuck with being an acting temporary Deputy Principal when the rest of the SLT had swanned off to some meeting off-site (probably a pub), and who was trying to control the usual mob of suspects outside my office. He always approaches these incidents in a calm and controlled way, and I admire him for his professionalism. I would have loved to have strangled one of the hyperactive, abusive, foul-mouthed little buggers pour encourager les autres.
It's not too late.
I have a little list
They never will be missed. Not by the teaching community at least.
I wonder how deep the creek is outside my classroom?
I wonder if an accident could be arranged?
I wonder if I could get away with it?
|Will they find out?|