Is education in crisis? Or is teaching a noble profession that we should aspire to?
‘Both,’ you will answer, after reading Kester Brewin’s edgy, compelling, disturbing story, set in a London comprehensive, halfway through lockdown. Jo is an English teacher with high ideals but wounded (almost fatally) by a serious error that has put her job at risk, on top of the daily, exhausting challenge of keeping control of her different classes. There are
‘… so many species to manage, some nervous as dormice, others tall as giraffes…slumbering lions and sharp vultures…cuckoos and sly foxes, collaborating sometimes, fighting at others, working in packs, building nest and setts.
Yes, this is exactly what a school is, a fence around all of this, trying to tame and train the young before releasing them into the wild.’
Jo longs to help them, knowing that this is ‘the core of her addiction, this joy of thinking that… their life can be changed.’ But her efforts are frustrated by the sheer pressure of the children’s actions, driven by their own often dysfunctional life experiences. The reader is drawn into the intensity of her struggle through the vivid language and relentless pace of the narrative. She knows that she could help the children, ‘if only they would shut up long enough to let her,’ if only the school authorities would trust her again. But it seems she has lost that chance through her rash action and her own inner turmoil. Will she be able to help even one child now? She wonders if there is any hope for ‘this great burden that she has chosen, this blessed burden to help children wield language and speak’ – because that is the ‘sharpest weapon’ they own.
Reading this story you will wonder too, but also hope so much that she, and thousands of teachers like her, will be able to succeed.