My coil pot was awful. But my self-denigrating attitude was worse. It was liberating to realise that it needn’t be like thatI can’t even remember his name. He was a student teacher on whom the second year of Lydgate middle was being inflicted. This would occupy been in 1975. Lydgate middle school had only just been built and was a four-winged construction of loose open spaces with only the occasional enclosed classroom. There often seemed to be observers around,even in those pre-Ofsted days. Now I could reconstruct the sorts of questions being raised about learning environments, open-scheme spaces, and flow and exchange. The school was an thing of interest. Related: Teachers' snide behaviour – what are your worst school memories? | Open thread Continue reading...
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