Hallelujah, it's bloody Wednesday again. Professional Learning looms once more.
For the uninitiated, it's that time, for an hour on Wednesday morning (08:15 - 09:25) when all we highly dedicated teaching professionals of Nuova Lazio High (aka Stalg Luft Hütte III) sit down in the staffroom and are taught (again) how to be better teachers.
|Ve Haf vays of Making You Teach|
The thrust for the year (almost the entire bloody decade) is Māori Achievement, how bad it is, why it's our bloody fault, and how we can rectify and improve their educational attainments.
We're told to approach the Māori kids using a strong inter-personal approach, use familiar terms and texts in our teaching and do our best to get the kids to work.
I never thought of that.
|We're ALL different dammit|
Surprisingly, I've always used this type of approach with all of my students. It's what can make teaching so rewarding, trying different approaches and pedagogies (God! I so hate that word), building up relations with the kids, having some fun and learning, learning, learning.
So when some "First Citizen" academic apologist tells us it's all our fault, I really feel like giving them the big F*CK OFF, and would like to respond by telling them it's not the school, nor the teachers, nor the educational system, but an ingrained disregard for education in many strands of our citizens (definitely not all Māori)
Over the last 7½ years, my best and worst students have come from all cultures.
I try to teach with little or no regard for a student's ethnicity (apart from some familiar texts and concepts), but teach according to the student's abilities, approach, attitude, work ethic and character.
Only 6½ years to go.
I just hope my heart, mind (and sense of humour) survives.