To whom it may concern.
I have just spent the past thirty minutes consoling my 11 year old son. He has been in tears. His tears are over Sats. Since going back after Easter his school days have consisted of maths practice, SPaG revision and then a repetition of the same. He has also had a stupid amount of homework and he had homework over Easter. He is stressed beyond belief.No matter how strong the message from home that Sats have no bearing on his future ( and as an ex teacher I know this to be true!) he has picked up that his teachers will be judged on his performance and is awake long into the night worrying about them.
My son is exceptionally bright. He will do well if he was just allowed to absorb and process but no… his teachers ( who are fantastic and dedicated) must prove their worth to someone in some academic think tank and so they in turn push my child to prove his worth.And this is all wrong! My son’s teachers prove their worth every single day when they care for, inspire and educate my quirkly little boy. They prove their worth when they find a way to help.him remain calm during a hard day, when they listen to me when I say he cannot cope with any more.
If you could see the stress.on his face, the way he drags his nails through his scalp, the way he pinches his face in a form of self harm then I hope you would get an inkling of what your disordered policies are doing to children up and down this country.
But you don’t see it. You don’t see my brilliant, unique, funny boy as a person. You don’t see how his distress feeds into our family. You don’t see my tears as I try so hard to make him understand that it doesn’t matter. You don’t see how my wee 8 year old daughter cries because she doesn’t understand why her beloved big brother is crying and cross. You don’t see. You don’t see me regretting teaching my son that teachers are to be listened to, respected, cared about because then he wouldn’t be taking the responsibility for their success upon his shoulders.
You don’t see. But I wish you did.
You don’t see that my boy knows more about whales, dolphins and sharks than most people and that he has learned how to learn from that interest. You don’t see how eloquently he can speak. You don’t see how achingly well he writes. You don’t see how you are turning my boy off school and education and learning because you have made it all about the test, the results, the grades.
You don’t see.
But I wish you did.
My son wishes you did.
Thousands upon thousands of children up and down this country wish you did.
You don’t see. You surely cannot see because any decent human being with an ounce of compassion in their soul would say enough is enough!
I hope you will see soon.