There's this flippin' TV ritual every summer, happens about halfway through the school holidays. As a foster mum it's started to get my goat.
Happens every summer, usually a Thursday, 6.00am. A level results come out. Breakfast TV sends cameras and reporters to schools for pictures of delighted kids, proud parents. By lunchtime it's still a 'hot' story because the 'experts' have crunched the numbers find an issue, maybe; this years results are up (they always seem to be) and by how much (not a lot, usually). Whatever, they transmit plenty of footage of well-to-do kids (sorry, they always are) all excited about their results.
The results are still the big story come the evening news with an "Education Correspondent" on hand to 'analyse' things. More shots of well-groomed kids all ga-ga about their results.
The following morning's newspapers carry 'news' of the exam results in the form of opinion columnists along the lines of 'are our exams getting soft' or some other stirring up of things. And images of ecstatic kids, who've done good
What gets my goat? It's that the whole reporting buys into the shaky presumption that good A level results=your choice of Uni=a good degree=a good job=lifelong security and … happiness.
That's why A Level result day is TV pictures of squealing kids opening envelopes and jumping with glee, lads sagely reflecting on a future with British Steel then a proud parent steps into the shot to hug and kiss and imply their everyone's dream has come true.
I used to do a bit of journalism; the "A Level Results day" news story is a sacred one for newsrooms for two reasons; One, there's not much else going on in August. Two; the 'news' is selected and served up by journalists; people who themselves have A levels, people who remember their A levels and have children or family who are going to sit, have just sat, or recently sat A levels. It's a big deal for them personally so they reckon the rest of us are similarly wrapped up in them. Plus they can spin it as a 'positive' news story (did TV ever show a kid look at the bit of paper and fill up saying they blew it?)
I'm not impressed because my foster kids aren't bothered, in fact the exact opposite.
The succession of shiny kids from comfy homes with supportive parents is great. Good luck to them; though they need less luck than the rest. It's galling for the kids who got no start in life and find the gap between themselves and the fortunate ones already too big to close.
The kids in care.
Where's the coverage of them and their crossroads in life? The kids who have no exams, no tag onto life because their home life was rubbish? Not ever in the news. Tucked away in 'documentaries' scheduled against Eastenders and Coronation St.
Where's the reporters outside their door going;
"Well done for staying out of jail this year."
The proud parent saying "Yeah she done really good, so proud of her for staying off drugs and looking after her gran."
Which is often a bigger achievement than an A level B grade…
My favourite post yet, our foster lad has a whole heap of pressure on him already as he barely went to school before the age of 9.
ReplyDeleteCouldn’t read when he came to us at 12 and was soooo anxious about it by then that he’d convinced himself he couldn’t do it and refused to learn at school.
18 months in a nurturing environment has seen a massive difference though, I’m proud to say that he can read early readers books and now engages at school ��
Truth be told though no matter what I do he is going to leave education with no GCSEs or A-levels.
What I can do is prepare him for the work environment and make sure that he can read/write and help to grow his confidence.
Power to you Devon lass, you're doing a fantastic job. The professional people who put information in front of us, on TV radio etc wow they don't know diddly.
ReplyDeleteYour young man's success is an Everest job, and he's halfway up, without you he'd still be at base camp.
We mustn't diss the pride and joy of the A level winners, but foster parents will see those achievements as a hill of beans by comparison.