I was just watching the fly-on-the-wall programme on Harrow school. Again, for I'm sure I saw exactly the same programme 15 or so years ago. And thirty. And pretty much nothing has changed. Comforting or confounding, you decide.
There was a new teacher depicted, who happened to be an old Harrovian. In the shots we saw he was struggling to inspire his class. Maybe because he was an old Harrovian. Could it be that the kids were thinking, given his start in life, isn't he a bit of a loser?
In 1985 I was a trainee teacher at Aylwyn School in Bermondsey, at that time considered the worst girls' school in London. The English Department was full of some of the most inspiring women I have ever met. And one completely useless man. The youngest of the teachers had attended the school, indeed, her sister was still a pupil. She, alone, had the total respect of every single girl there. Could it be that the kids were thinking, given her start in life, isn't she a bit of a success?
There was a new teacher depicted, who happened to be an old Harrovian. In the shots we saw he was struggling to inspire his class. Maybe because he was an old Harrovian. Could it be that the kids were thinking, given his start in life, isn't he a bit of a loser?
In 1985 I was a trainee teacher at Aylwyn School in Bermondsey, at that time considered the worst girls' school in London. The English Department was full of some of the most inspiring women I have ever met. And one completely useless man. The youngest of the teachers had attended the school, indeed, her sister was still a pupil. She, alone, had the total respect of every single girl there. Could it be that the kids were thinking, given her start in life, isn't she a bit of a success?
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