Still summer is glorious. Had been hoping to get outside, have a chat and be creative with a pencil, but the weather is just not playing ball. This is midday…..
The school at home project has allowed this Dad to see some practical evidence of the progress and issues which son has with his learning process. The level of insight that is just not provided to parents from schools. Maybe in class sizes approaching 30 this type of insight is just not collected.
After these 3 months I have a better grasp on the dyslexia position. The feedback from school has been limited to
- He has reading problems,
- He is doing quite well in spelling tests.
That’s it…. Nothing else in just under two years.
So what insight has the last 3 months provided.
- His reading has developed. I would estimate that he can read unaided about 50% of words. If he takes his time he can try to sound some of the missing words out, eventually arriving at a word he’s heard of before. The other words at school he’s been guessing or just ignoring. At home he’s happy to ask for help with words. Even allowing me to read out particularly difficult sections,
- His dyslexia is more pronounced when he’s doing handwriting.
- He finds it easier to type out answers. It’s a long process as his typing is not quick. He also struggles to see when the predictive text function selects the wrong word.
- With certain word patterns it doesn’t matter how many times he sees the word, it’s like he is seeing the word for the first time.
- When he gets tired the dyslexia flares up with greater force. Regular breaks really help. The optimum time appears to be 20 minute work blocks with short breaks.
- Number dyslexia is still a problem. 6’s and 9’s are easily switched, especially when a decimal point is introduced into the number.
I’m not a trained teacher but I have a valuable quality which many teachers don’t get in UK schools. Quality time. Time to focus on one pupil. That is something which is not permitted under the current government led approach. An approach based on schools operating like automated production lines. That must be another vote for homeschooling…..
You take your eye off the veg patch for a few days and an Amazonian Forest starts to form. Clearly rain rather than warm sunshine is the secret to greenery. Now where did I plant the spring onions?
An email from school made me smile. I notified school of the hospital issue and told them that Son would be out of action for a while. I would speak to school on Monday with an update. Then on Friday night the email at 11.30pm. Son had apparently failed to satisfactory submit work for one subject on Friday. Son immediately guessed which was the only subject that would do this. Why is it always DRAMA. Why is Drama always a drama. Following a rather snotty midnight parent email the teacher quickly apologised on Saturday. On the plus side there are only 2 more weeks to the summer holidays. After that Son has elected to drop the subject (assuming he goes back). So only two more hours of Drama left. How much drama can be squeezed into those 120 minutes…..
Wild Strawberries growing under the blueberry bush. Certainly wasn’t expecting these to grow here but with an open mind, this is such a result.
The decision to abandon mainstream schooling is in our son’s hands. It’s his life. His risks. His anxieties. His dreams. His future. So ultimately he decides. If it was my call then I’ve made my mind up. It would be homeschooling from September. That viewpoint has hardened with the last two communications from school.
The first was a summary of the schools position. Basically son is low attainment and has significant educational needs. Progress will be difficult. His educational needs are best met in the bottom set. With effort he may still be able to get a few qualifications. He is best following the normal teaching programme with no specific interventions (which would eat into tight school budgets).
Then the next communication was his school report for the year. It painted a slightly different picture. To quote a few phrases from his individual teachers
- Strength for creative writing,
- Worked hard to produce some fantastic work,
- Excellent attitude,
- Will progress very well in subject,
- His remote learning has been great,
- He is a star,
- Class work of the highest standard,
- Superb young historian,
- Considerable talent in the subject,
- Very good understanding of the subject,
- Pleasure to teach.
Two conclusions here. One is that the report comments are standard across all the kids and so they mean nothing. Just a way to keep parents happy.
The report comments are the reality and something is seriously wrong with schools overall assessment.
I strongly suspect this is a common pattern across the country. It mirrors current government thinking. If thinking is the right word to use. Basically kids with educational needs do not fit neatly into the factory production line educational approach. Minimise input costs to generate a set and limited output. Discard those items which fall out of the narrow design specification. Educational needs equate to additional teaching costs which will not be funded. Thus the best approach is to dump kids with Autism, Dyslexia, Dyspraxia, ADHD, disabilities and mental health issues into the bottom set. Conveniently forget about them. If these kids then get the odd qualification out of the system then the authorities can pat themselves on the back after a job well done. Let’s not forget the important thing, all this delivered all so cost effectively.
Maybe I am being cynical but that’s the reason I am definitely falling into the homeschooling camp.
The weather has definitely changed but the school at home project chugs along. It will do until the end of the third week in July. After that the so called government is telling parents to send their kids back to school in September with minimal additional safeguard, as it is completely safe. Let’s see how many kids do return….
That’s a thought for another day. Back to the present lets see what I’ve learnt from this weeks school at home project. Remember it’s not true Homeschooling, it’s schools version. They are two completely different approaches.
- Trying to teach basic cricket skills is no fun during torrential rain and a thunderstorm. Unfortunately the house does not feature an indoor sports hall facility.
- Clearly the Games Teacher and a certain Dad disagree on what constitutes a good bowling action in cricket. The game must have changed since I was a kid.
- Old school French to English dictionaries have so many pages yet they don’t seem to have the exact word or phrase you need.
- School repeatedly sending an email out to pupils with the title ‘Important information about Careers, please read‘ will mean that the email is never opened.
- Another week and another Food Technology lesson focusing just on puff pastry. As son says “I don’t even like the stuff so I’m never going to eat it. This is a waste of time…”.
- The school has a really good online teaching infrastructure. Probably as good as any UK school. So it’s so frustrating that with a few teachers we still have to print out a copy of a sheet. Son fills it out by hand and then has to take a photograph to send it back in. What a waste of paper.
- Getting no feedback on a piece of work does not really help.
- Drama is such a great lesson when the kids get to watch a ‘live’ theatre production on the iPad. Even his Dad sat and watched Treasure Island.
- The Dead Sea is sinking at 1m per year. That’s quicker than my football team.
- Why do all the felt tip pens instantly turn dry and useless as soon as the words ‘for art today you will need coloured felt tip pens’ are mentioned.
- What is the fascination of doing word searches as a teaching tool. I am trying to work out how finding a word in a sea of letters will help embed concepts and theories into a young mind. Especially a mind which sees words through dyslexic eyes….
- Without caffeine trying to undertake long division is impossible. So the following words sent shivers down my spine. ‘Dad can you check this sum, it’s 13422 divided by 317′. Really…..
- I have a policy of not trying to interfere in son’s work but even I have a limit. My limit is where his Form Tutor asks the kids to do 20 minutes quiet reading then take a photo of the book. Sons choice of book – Stephen King’s IT. Just NO, how about a Roald Dahl book.…..
- Why do school keep asking a kid with dyslexia to read books without additional checks and help…
- Fukalite is a chemical compound.
- The school iPad can survive having a full glass of orange juice spilled over it.
- Apparently Continent’s move at the same rate as your finger nails grow… This is still quicker than how fast my hair grows back.
- When your son is not wearing his dark blue school blazer it would be smart to put it away neatly in the wardrobe. Leaving it on the back of a chair for 3 months and in front of a south facing window is not such a smart idea. One side has definitely faded in the sunlight. Deep joy.
So that’s it for another school at home week. We can definitely do this.
Yes this is Yorkshire. It’s a heatwave. Well a mini one. Whisper it, we might even get to 84F. Now we can moan about it being too hot. The Yorkshire Yoda would say that it’s ‘Proper mafting it is‘.
“Dad what are you doing?”
I am watching TV.
“Yes but what are you watching”
“Because your a big kid and so uncool”
That as well.
“Have you found the paper you went looking for. I need to get this lesson done.”
Oops I forgot. Too busy watching Peppa tell George off. I will go now and look.
***10 minutes later with the required paper in hand***
What are you watching Son.
“I am watching Peppa Pig”
Is that because you are so uncool like your Dad!
“Of course not Dad. I’m watching it because I couldn’t be bothered to find the Deadpool DVD. It was on so I kept watching Peppa. Peppa is infinitely better than schoolwork. Young people do cool, Dads try to be cool.
Dads can be cool.
“Yes they can but not when they are wearing a T-shirt like that.”
What’s wrong with my I’m Too Sexie for My Accountancy Qualification shirt.
“Says it all Dad. It really does.”
And another rose photo…. I have to say out garden is blessed with weeds and roses. Each year they appear and they always feel like the return of friends.
Last night I had another weird dream. This time it took me back to my university days. It started off by showing that my career path had been influenced by a slip of a pen. I had applied to do a degree in Economics but had been put on a Home Economics course. A degree in cooking for the worlds worst chef, OK.… But the main part of the dream was centred around friendships. All my college friends were on the course but no one recognised me. As hard as I tried, nothing. I was just blanked by them. Most unsettling.
As ever the weird dream put an end to my nighttime sleep hopes. So it was time to drink tea and think. A quick search on the internet found recent pictures of some of my old college friends. I just about recognised them. Would they remember my face which is perfect for radio – probably the same I guess. But here’s the key thing. These were really close friends. Yet when was the last time we met up in person. Our careers and life’s moved us apart. I’m not sure it was even this century. But it doesn’t stop there
- I haven’t seen my schools friends since I first left my childhood home to go to University.
- One really close school friend I did keep in contact with. We would meet up every few months. But again our life’s drifted further apart and the last time I heard she was living in Israel. That must be over 20 years ago.
- My climbing friends still keep in touch via letters. Yes letters – how old fashioned does that sound…But we haven’t been climbing together in 6 years.
- I still keep in regular text contact with a good friend who I went to football matches with. But I’ve stopped going to games now due to circumstances, so we don’t meet up in person.
- Work and parenting friendships have come and gone.
- Friends in the village have dwindled. Some have moved away, some have sadly left this world.
So in terms of actual physical friend meet-ups it’s down to one chap I normally work with. He occasionally drags me for a game of golf. There are so many stories right there – my golf career is about as good as my cooking career. But due to the pandemic I have not seen him since the start of March.
Life and my choices have sent me down this path. Living in a rural area, bereavement, single parenting and autism in the house have all contributed. But it is was it is. A huge element of personal choice comes into the mix as well.
Yes this is sad but I am so lucky. The gaps left here have created space for blogging friendships. I’m doing the best job in the world – parenting. Job is the wrong word, it’s more a privilege. I have a great life. But I do so worry for others. Feeling alone can be such a dark place. Alone and yet claustrophobic. No one to reach out to. No one to interact or grow with. Some choose that option freely. But many are forced into it by circumstance. Illness, age, special needs parenting, single parenting, location, social factors, fears and yes a pandemic. It’s so easy and unfortunately very convenient to forget about those who drop off the grid. Last night was a timely reminder for me.
Take care my friends.
It’s been a few months since I went trail running along this route. The first time I did this route I remember thinking that the route will gentle meander up the hill. Wrong. A direct, straight up mud fest.
When we came walking here with the dog I remember telling our son that the route was into the trees. Straight up and then down the other side. His response
Why don’t we just walk round the base of the hill. We will eventually end up in roughly the same place. Makes more sense to me.
That is the perfect metaphor for life and parenting. It’s something I’m desperate to learn from.
Each person, each child is unique. What works for one person may not work for another. My path might be right for me but is it really the right path for our son. The answer is probably NO. So why should be follow me up that hill path. He sees the world through his eyes not mine. He will see and interpret things differently to me. He has to find the route that works for him. That’s the way he becomes the person that he was meant to be. Not the person I, or the government or society believes he should be. He has to live his OWN life. Become the person he is most at ease with. His true self.
“Dad why wasn’t I christened?”
Because that has to be YOUR decision not OURS…..
I might be convinced that homeschooling is best for him. But only HE really knows, so it has to be his call. If in September he decides that school is safe and that it’s where he wants to learn then he will go back.
It’s tough for the parent. Trying to find the right balance. I probably get it wrong every single day. But the secret is to learn from those mistakes. Parents should learn just as much or more from their children than we teach them. So hopefully I can stop myself from saying things like
- You need to do…
- This is what will happen…
- This is best for you…
- That is wrong for you…
- This is the truth…
Replace these phrases with
- What do you think…
- How do you see things…
- What is your heart telling you…
- What works for you…
- This is only my opinion…
- It’s your call…
Ultimately it’s HIS life. It’s the ultimate privilege that he allows me access his world. To sometimes act sometimes as guide and but more often just as a companion. But it’s a two way process. He also guides me. More than he realises. Until he decides to spread his wings and fly, then I’ve made the life choice to be that companion and occasional guide.
I clearly have too much time on my hands because I’ve been counting
It’s Day 123 of our lockdown…
Normally I do a weekly post – what have we found out this week from schooling at home’. But this week in honour of the 123 day milestone let’s do a special ‘what have we done without‘ post….
- That’s 123 days without the school bus or ironing a school shirt,
- That’s 123 days without missing the school bus,
- That’s 123 days without a school bag,
- That’s 123 days of not forgetting to pack a really important school item,
- That’s 123 days without the carefully packed ingredients for food technology deciding to empty themselves over the other contents of the bag,
- That’s 123 days without the school bag zipper becoming stuck,
- That’s 123 days without having to patch up school trousers,
- That’s also 123 days of not using his new trousers – bet they won’t fit now…
- That’s 123 days without losing items of sports kit in the school changing rooms (but strangely they still find a way of going missing),
- That’s 123 days without son combing his hair (ok that’s an exaggeration but it certainly looks like it most days….),
- That’s 123 days of son not meeting another person except me,
- That’s 123 days of me not going into the work unit,
- That’s 123 days of not emptying the work unit bin or checking for out of date milk in the work fridge. As I’m the only one who does – I just dread to think what alien life maybe germinating in there,
- That’s 123 days without a run (not counting the garden runs as they are more akin to a game of twister than actual running),
- That’s 123 days of my mountain bike being sat unloved in the garage,
- That’s 123 days without a trip to the ice cream parlour or a food takeaway,
- That’s 123 days of not popping into a coffee or cake shop,
- That’s 123 days without an excursion,
- That’s 123 days without a trip to the zoo,
- That’s 123 days of not going out then worrying constantly if I did remember to lock the front door,
- That’s 123 days of living in shorts, sarongs, running leggings and tracksuit joggers (don’t panic they are getting washed) – I might have fibbed on one of those..
- That’s 123 days without having to buy a car parking ticket,
- That’s 123 days of not feeding the car petrol,
- That’s 123 days without using a cash machine,
- That’s 123 days of desperately not searching for my car keys and wallet,
- That’s 123 days in which our entire world comprised only of the house and garden.
But even after 123 days, if I look hard enough I can still find something new to photograph. That’s shows how lucky we really are. Even after 123 days of lockdown.
It’s the end of another school at home week. These weeks are just merging into each other now.
School at home has gone pretty well over those whatever weeks. Son has adjusted well to it. He’s been pretty relaxed but we have a cloud on the horizon. Next week the school is starting to bring in virtual classrooms and live teaching via Microsoft Teams. Son hates the thought of being videoed. He really struggles with it. Plus with the other kids present he will retreat into his shell again. So this new teaching development has filled him with dread. The technology will work. Will it work for all kids. Will it work for those kids with special educational needs. That’s a bridge to cross next week.
The other thing which has stood out is observing the impact a slight change in school routine can have on our son. And it’s not just the virtual classroom idea. Sudden and unscheduled changes in teaching style, teacher, timetables…. All these have a major impact on him. He becomes deeply unsettled and stressed out. This really compromises his performance. I’m not 100% certain schools are aware of the impact these things have on kids on the spectrum.
But back to this week. What has this slightly bewildered parent learnt.
- Son can walk, eat, drink and use his iPad at the same time with ease. I struggle to walk without crashing into walls.
- Two words have the immediate effect of sending me into the kitchen to eat junk food and find coffee. French and Drama….
- How many lessons does a kid need just going on about how to make puff pastry. Surely Food Technology can find another food to look at.
- Apparently the term for you arm hairs standing on end is Piloerection…
- When I get the feeling that I am right and the science teacher is wrong on magnetic fields, it’s probably best to fact check my knowledge first……
- Occasionally giving a kid a little constructive feedback on work might be a good idea. Most teachers do. Unfortunately some teachers give nothing back. That’s something like 13 weeks with nothing. Really…
- Practicing tennis in the garden is difficult when you can’t find any tennis balls.
- Practicing tennis in the garden is difficult without balls and it’s chucking it down.
- Practicing tennis in the garden is difficult without balls, in the rain when you can’t find the tennis racquets.
- Online French classes seem to drain the iPad battery much quicker than any other subject. This is bizarre as French vocabulary seems to have exactly the same effect on me.
- It’s rather emasculating when your Son decides to film his own art cartoon project. The words maybe getting the cartoon in focus might be a good idea do sting….
- When your son has Dyspraxia and Dad has basically got the artistic talent of a Brussels Sprout – trying to free draw a pie chart on the iPad is basically a waste of time.
- iPad voice recognition works with hundreds of languages but can’t handle anyone speaking with a Yorkshire Twang. For example how difficult can it be for a machine to understand someone saying ‘Royalty’. As hard as Son tried the iPad kept hearing Roll over and when I tried it heard Reality. Remind me not to try it with a word like luck.
- I can’t remember how to programme the microwave or where I left the TV remote control but somehow I can remember school calculus. How is that possible.
- The school has done a great job in getting the school at home IT working. But it hasn’t cut down the paper usage. Since the project started in April we have used up a full ream of paper….
So another week down. I get the feeling next week will see the return of the really sarcastic parent….
The ‘Stay at Home unless you are a pompous cretin called Cummings who thinks he is the UK Government‘ message has been on for months now. Ok the social distancing thing is starting to fall apart but for some of us, it’s still very much in force. One knock on effect of that is that you end of taking photos of the same thing, over and over again. SORRY. More cows. One day maybe we might get a giraffe or a camel.
This post is a tribute to Dads. I don’t need to say sorry about that.
“Dad in Art I have to create some characters for my stop motion cartoon project. I have to think of some designs, sketch them and then cut them out. They will then become the stars of the cartoon. Any ideas?.”
Well you want to make them simple to make. What about superheroes. Make a simple version of Captain America and Ironman. Lots of muscles, great costumes and heroic.
“That gives me a great idea. Let’s go for the complete opposite. No muscles, no dress sense and bad haircuts. Let’s go for Dads…..”
So here goes. Our little tribute to all the Dads out there. I’m trying to work out which one is me…. Maybe it’s the one still to be made which looks just a little like Thor….