Aah, summer school. From a parents’ view in the UK, hip-hip hooray, two more weeks of free childcare. From a teacher’s point of view, two more weeks till you clock off for a break, but at least you can do round-the-subject activities, showing the more interesting and practical elements after what has usually been a joyless curriculum under severe time constraints.
The summer school for students aged 11 to 14 was also running at the same time as a summer school for junior school children, aged 6 to 8. The “babies” were led by the Junior department, following a pre-described list of (English) language-based themed days, issued by Astana. As native-english speakers, we were all required to assist the local teachers. A meeting was held to explain what was going on – a major step forward administratively because at least there was a meeting. I noticed that in a few instances, I was required on both schedules at the same time; the question had to be asked. Silly me, I expected this to be interpreted as a matter of logistics, not one of my implied “lack of co-operation” or “being difficult” about not being in two places at one time. Apparently the knee-huggers were to take priority, resulting in a certain amount of juggling with staffing in the maths activities.
And so it was that I spent a few hours over the two week period cutting and sticking, dishing out pencils, and removing hoverboards from the classroom floor so they did not become a trip hazard. A very laissez-faire attitude to these pre-cursors to life as described in the film Wall-E: the children were allowed to use these them up and down in the corridors between lessons. Going outside to not burn off any excess energy by standing on them was not encouraged, as the students might get too many UVA/UVB rays (???), so running over other students and staff indoors was the endorsed break time activity. How about not allowing the wretched things in school at all…….?
Hoverboards – because walking is just too much effort…..
Summer school for years 7-9 has been running for many years, and is departmentally themed. Physics looked fun: they were going to be spending their two weeks making various homegrown contraptions showing basic physics; a hand-held suction device made from a plastic bottle (Blue Peter badges abound) for example.
Chemistry was going to be making soap: from what I could gather from Mr G, the simple approach (and one used in most places that do this activity), could be stretched out to 3 days, especially if they spent a lot of time making the pretty presentation boxes. This is what they had done for several years previously. However, this year there was to be a change: in keeping with the school philosophy regarding study (harder and deeper – probably not the most appropriate description for a school, as it conjures up porno images), they were going to undertake extremely complicated university-level methods, doomed to failure with our school-level kit. He wisely declared to the local chemistry teachers that he was having no part of it, and absented himself to the next room, busying himself with his laptop.
Biology also ran the tried-and-tested summer school project: building a model of an eco-house. Mr W’s beef with this was that the learning element was to understand the effects on natural resources of the average family (power consumption, waste production and management etc), by using real-life data, gathered by the students. It transpired that this bit was to be skipped, and students were given some dull data, and played with Excel for a couple of days. After that, they spent their time making a house out of plasticine and coloured paper – very pretty, but more akin to an art project. He too voted with his feet, and was available in the staffroom if needed.
From what I can gather, the English department worked hard with their students on a variety of activities, all of which were of benefit to the students. One group of year 11 boys decided to write a short story, which I read. The level of language use, grammatical structures, descriptive writing and story structure was outstanding for native-speakers, yet alone from those using a second language. However, being 16 year old boys their choice of topic was entirely dismal – death and destruction involving dragons, very goth.
And what of maths? For “Summer School”, read “School when it’s hot and sunny outside”. I had to stifle semi-hysterical laughter when we were presented, with much pride, the schedule of what we would be doing for the next two weeks. For groups of year 7 and 8’s, we would be doing three hours each day, full-on with “The Beauty of Functions”. On careful reading of the topics, my mind did wander to one sort of body function as a way of describing the total lack of anything fun or interesting described therein. It was basically doing most of the local year 10 and some of our A level function stuff.
Apparently this is a new course, written by one of my co-teachers, submitted to Astana for approval. They loved it so much, it is now the mandatory year 7/8 maths summer school activity across all 23 NIS schools – so I had to be careful to feign admiration and keen anticipation in delivering it.
Mr N, myself, and two local teachers were assigned for the duration of summer school. We had a planning meeting, where I tried vainly to suggest that we could concentrate on the (few) core practical aspects of the course, to make sure the students were competent in the basic practical skills of plotting and understanding all manner of algebraic graphs (which incidentally are what we expect UK students to do well, by year 9/10). Kazakh students are genuinely rubbish at this BECAUSE they never get to practice. I was shouted down by the local teachers who insisted that we stick to the scheme no matter what, and that the summer school was the ideal opportunity for students to be exposed to “harder and deeper” – more porn. Errr, no. Au contraire: if they’d read the preamble to the course overview, it clearly stated that the students repeatedly did poorly in exams on the practical aspects, and needed to have more opportunity to improve. Well, I tried to inject some form of fun for the students, but failed miserably. I stood no chance in the wake of two ex-university maths lecturers who saw summer school as an opportunity to drone on to the kids about some highly obscure technical points which they felt were sadly lacking from the Kazakh year 8 syllabus.
My feelings entirely
First day of tediosity (yes it’s a word!) dawned, and we had two classes of 10 students registered. Only half of them had turned up by the end of the first period – we found out later that the rest had been delayed in the playground participating in a “flash mob” organised by another department that no-one thought to mention. We had, by this time, amalgamated two classes into one, so when the missing ones turned up, we were then too crowded in the one room and had to share seats and desks. The planned and resourced activities, which had been hastily re-planned given the small numbers, had to be more hastily planned again now that the numbers had swelled. Gosh, how well that fitted my “plan and execute properly” psyche. We agreed on day two to go back to the original two groups as planned.
Mr N’s and my secret plan to get the kids to vote with their feet (I’m not going to summer school Mum, it’s sooooooooo boring) seemed to be working, as the next day we had one group of 5 and one group of 6. Numbers dwindled during the week, and after two more days, we were down to nine students. We four teachers decided to go to one group again, which meant that we didn’t all need to teach every day. Divvying up the topics over the remaining days allowed Mr N and I to skilfully rota ourselves to do the more interesting stuff (i.e. practical), leaving the obscure irrelevancies to the locals. As we started the second of two fun-packed weeks, and numbers continued to decline, we optimistically looked forward to the whole thing being abandoned…..awww, shame.
For goodness sake, maths is boring enough for many children in the first place. We could have spent these two weeks doing practical maths outside, games and activities, investigations and anything else to engender an understanding of the fundamentals. Or even, heavens to Betsy, we could have even turned on the “interested” switch for one or two of the youngsters. But no.
The course did drag on for the entire two weeks; we were down to only four students by the end. On the last day, it was our turn, and Mr N had created a Treasure Hunt outside, following clues and answering some maths stuff at the same time. They all got chocolate as prizes, but for me it was more like a reward for sticking it out the entire time.
Tradition has it that the students display their work at the end of summer school in the gym. Works well for those students who could display their wares, but the maths contingent was distinctly lacking. There was some consolatory news to compensate for zero dislay output from the maths contingency. Mr G told me that the production of soap didn’t really happen (as he had predicted), and that the soap that was on display actually came from melted down bars purchased at the local supermarket, melted down, re-coloured and re-moulded! (And beautifully packaged – well they had to do something to fill the time…..)
There were shampoos and some sort of perfumed oils on sale as well, so to support the students I bought some frightening-looking shampoo. I think our labrador will be extremely grateful when I get home and beautify her….
L’Oreal: I’m definitely worth more than this….
After these two weeks of summer school for the NIS students, it had always been mooted that there would possibly be a further two weeks (right up to the last day, end of June) of us running another summer school for non-NIS students. No details about what it should be about or it even happening came until the Wednesday before it was going to start on Monday. I’m so used to such administrative incompetence now I barely raised an eyebrow when the news was officially announced.
For the next two weeks, we will be “educating” sixty local students, aged 11-14. These will be a wide-range of abilities, and crucially, are unlikely to speak much English. That is why they have assigned the International staff only to deal with it – so no local staff with us to explain anything in Russian or Kazakh to the children as needed. Which genius thought this up?
Planning activities has been interesting, since they cannot involve much in the way of verbal instructions; the lessons will be delivered in English and pointing. To make it simple, there will be six groups of ten students, and as there are six teachers (some Internationals have left, or will be leaving imminently), we plan one lesson each, and deliver it to each group. That should keep us going for the first six days. If our own summer school is anything to go on, we will be down to possibly only two groups in fairly short-order, so we can re-plan at that point.
I spent several hours of searching for entertaining but language-limited activities to fill my 2-hour slot. Could be great, could be rubbish.
I can’t decide if they are very smart or just bone-idle, but Mr T, Mr G and Mr W announced that their activities would be to combine their respective groups into one, and play volleyball with them every day. As only one teacher would be needed, perhaps the other two could go off swimming…???? I mentioned that maybe they would need to make arrangements for students who couldn’t, or didn’t want to, play mixed volleyball for an hour and a half, but that only enhanced my (un)fair reputation for needing to be overly organised. Oh, like my “organising” the students into six groups so that we only need to plan one (repeated) lesson each, kind of over-organising?
It’s that tired and grumpy time of year known by all teachers, so I need to let all this wash over me and not care at all. My new mantra…..10 days and counting, 10 days and counting….