Miss, we’re not in the classroom anymore…
As a child, I was incredibly lucky. My parents are well-travelled and I was therefore accustomed to all sorts of planes, trains and automobiles, not just in the school holidays but also at weekends. Travelling was a luxury to which I had immediate access. Closer to home, we went to museums, to the theatre and to concerts. The excitement of clutching a pristine ticket (and probably a bag of Wine Gums) came with the knowledge of being able to enter an alternative land. On the flip side, I was also dragged round my fair share of historical buildings, ornate gardens and football matches, usually wondering how long it would be before I could have that ice-cream I’d been promised if I’d just be the dutiful daughter for a bit longer and accept that maybe my parents enjoyed a different calibre of extra-curricular activity to the ones by which I was enamoured. Either way, it never fails to sadden me when I hear of students who live in west London and have never been to the (free) Science Museum, students who live in north London and have never been to Hampstead Heath and students who live anywhere in London and have never been on the tube. So on top of all of my other teacherly duties, I am also organising trips like a madwoman this year.
Last week, I took 30 Year 11 students to see To Kill A Mockingbird at Regent’s Park Open Air Theatre. It was the second time I’d seen it myself, because it’s brilliant and it filled all of my criteria for an excellent trip:
1. It had educational value:
We’re studying To Kill A Mockingbird. Some clever soul adapted it for the stage. Those who hadn’t already read it (as per their summer holiday homework) were up to speed and those who had were able to consider how the novel worked on stage. I’ll chalk that up as a win.
2. It was inexpensive:
We try as hard as we possibly can to keep costs down for students. This trip came in at £16.50, which I think is a great deal for the theatre, especially one as beautifully constructed and magical as this one.
3. Transport was easy:
Getting the tube with students always gives me heart palpitations, especially at rush hour, on a Thursday, on a balmy late summer evening. But the students on this trip were able to plan the route themselves and giving them autonomy not only eased the pressure on teachers to be constantly counting how many stops left to go, it also upped the number of London teens who are actually able to navigate the tube system.
4. It was fun and the students loved it:
Guess what? Teenagers hate stuff that’s boring. There’s no point whatsoever in taking them to the theatre just for the sake of it. They whinge and rustle crisp packets and want to go to the toilet constantly. None of these make teenagers, let alone their teachers, very popular with theatre-going types. Trips have to be chosen carefully and this was captivating from start to finish. Even the students who hadn’t read it enjoyed it!
Of course there were some downsides too. Trekking back to south London at the end of an evening made for not just tired students but also tired teachers the next day. Don’t get in the way of a tired teacher: you’ll end up cleaning the whiteboard until it sparkles or making enough coffee to re-launch Noah’s Ark. And then finding us some biscuits. Any biscuit, even those Nice ones that no-one really likes and just spark an onslaught of dad jokes. More significantly, what about those students who can’t go? I know my utopian school isn’t quite ready to open its gates yet. When it does, there’ll be none of that money stuff to worry about because some Willy Wonka-esque philanthropist will leave a kindly donation in a sparkly purple envelope and then everyone will be able to go to Morocco or Stratford-upon-Avon or central London or wherever else the good stuff is happening. It’s going to be great.
Despite the barriers, learning can’t just be confined to the classroom. Students must have knowledge of the world around them if they are to truly succeed. There was outcry a few years ago during a GCSE English Language paper which featured an article about supermarket packaging and included an image of a swede. An alarming number of students didn’t know what a swede was. Despite the image which AQA had helpfully included, they’d never seen one before. So they panicked. When was I supposed to teach them about root vegetables? It’s definitely not the lesson in between the impact of poetic devices and Shakespeare’s representation of Shylock. Is it my responsibility at all? Where would I even start?
The next trip on the calendar is a weekend on the battlefields of France and Belgium. Anything which involves passport numbers and mothers who repeatedly email about their daughter’s propensity to “a bit of travel sickness” is always going to be tricky. I was lucky enough to go on the same trip when at school myself and I can still recall shedding tears during the Last Post Ceremony at the Menin Gate. I imagine it will be even more powerful during the centenary year and I hope the memories stay with my students in the same way they have with me. As soon as I’ve finished handing out the sick bags, I’ll let you know.
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