Teacher, author of twelve books, training provider and speaker. Expert in literacy, behaviour management, cultural capital, white working class achievement.
So, it looks like I will be heading for my seventh tour of duty in Aus in late July as I've had a date confirmed in Sydney talking about behaviour. If anyone needs any help ...
There it is, right on cue, same as every year: the dream that I can't teach for shit, haven't marked their work for weeks and can't control the behaviour at all. Never misses a year - always horrid.
I've read three edu books in the last week and my conclusion is ... there's quite a few people who don't appear to have imposter syndrome who might want to consider it.
So, this is the first time I've taken 10s into 11 for 16 years, and I'd forgotten the profound depth of trust you obtain in that second year together. I am loving teaching at the moment - twenty-five years after I started - and don't want it to end.
I've worked in one of the schools at the top of this list. Students were exhausted as they did nothing but go to school (seven days a week). They felt that they were being subjected to completely inhuman treatment. I agreed with them. Results are not just academic.
My colleague
@lehain
is tweeting the details but today's provisional Progress 8 scores represent an absolute triumph for
@michaelgove
,
@Miss_Snuffy
,
@MerciaSchool
et al - and for
@StarAcademies
too. These are now the best schools in the country, in some of the toughest places.
Pressed send on 'Pedagogy of the Oppressor: Teach Like a Totalitarian' this week. It' gone to publishers. Expect a nuclear explosion at Easter. It's time the abuse of children to serve the pockets of grifters is revealed for what it is. Any professors who wanna help DM me.
Jeez, on-line teaching talk a lot of planning. It makes you realise how much you rely on humour, busking, relationships, getting things mostly right and being tcharismatic in lessons. It's also more angsty in delivery. And more sressful. Not overly keen.
Marking Year 11 creative writing. "It was all a dream" apparently. "NO. NO. NOT. It was NOT all a dream. NO it wasn't. You are not five and I am not well trained enough to be an early years teacher." NOT, NOT, NOT, NEVER."
I am somewhat surprised to find after two weeks in my new job on an estate in the south Midlands that I really like teaching children English. I've had more buzz in my teaching this week than I've had in fifteen years. You just got to find the right environment it seems.
This is the kind of pitiful nationalistic horse-shit that I have so enjoyed decimating and satirising today in the new book that I am writing. Whatever you may think of the writing of her speech, it was delivered with all the panache and subtlety of an unemployable repertory ham.
How much do you love your country?
Enough to tweet under your own name?
To change your child's school to one that is less woke?
To do more than chat to your friends who already agree with you at dinner parties?
For heaven's sake, man, stand up and be counted.
-
@Miss_Snuffy
So, my book, Pedagogy of the Oppressor, was turned down by a fourth publisher today, and it looks like it's either self publishing or being published by the radical left press. It transpires standing up to educational totalitarianism is not as easy as one might have imagined.
This is one of the most beautiful pieces of writing I have ever read from someone I count myself lucky to regard as a friend. Read it. It is astonishing:
Had anyone asked me what my dream job would be, I might have replied, "Working on a fairly long term project on the Isle of Wight with a view to systematically addressing every barrier to white working class kids' engagement with school." Careful what you wish for now.
So ... it's up early to travel to Lincoln in order to pick up an honorary doctorate for, get this, 'services to teaching'. A polite good morning to traditionalists.
Power does not like being challenged. They will come for you in any way it can be mustered. Challenge it anyway. I speak for children's rights and will continue no matter how much people would prefer me to be silent.
I am not the target audience for Stormzy's music, but I love that young man's politics. He's just set up a Stormzy scholarship to pay promising young black students' tuition fees. Top man.
Here is the cover of my new book that I will have finished writing in 13 days' time. It is not a masterpiece, but it may be the best thing I have ever written.
'Pedagogy of the Oppressor' took a year to write and research (it is heavily researched). It has had teething problems with the legals, but it will come out. It is a detailed analysis of current pedagogical fashions by someone who has a fairly reasonable claim to expertise.
I'm absolutely peed off with the number of teachers posting stuff with the word 'metacognition' attached who understand not the first thing. It's seriously complicated. I've been working on a book for 5 years, have read 100s of academic papers and am about half way through it.
Turns out lovely school with lovely colleagues and lovely students could afford to have me back, so up at 4.00am on Tuesdays again. First time I've taken tens into year eleven since 2005. Now for some proper results.
I love teaching at this school so much that I forgot I am not 35 anymore and taught like a young man. I can't actually walk now. Saw year 10 girl outside school with her mum. "That's OUR teacher, mum". To work with such kids at this age is gravy.
Apropos of nothing, my school inherited a student six weeks ago from a school that's pretty big on being warm/strict and knowledge rich. She was surprised and delighted to have her book marked every day. I asked what her old school was like. 'They don't care' said she.
Having sworn off teaching in May, thinking I could live off consultancy, I find myself up at 5.00 preparing for a meeting with last year's head teacher ready to start again helping out next half term. Bugger.
Teaching is not control. It is its opposite. Anyone who knows anything real about it from the inside understands this. There are base techniques the base might use to control but, really, they're steps a novice dancer might practice. Why have we reduced our art form to a basic?
My brother is a reprobate. He is not on social media and only one follower of mine would recognise him. He has coronavirus. His reaction, "'S alright bruv, I've got a huge bag of weed and 24 stellas." Heaven help him.
Son got three 'A's at 'A' Level. However, my heart goes out to parents and children from poorer communities who have been stiffed. I pointed out to him he is the first Beadle ever to go to a redbrick before realising he is only the second of our clan to go to Uni.
Wrote this yesterday. Published today. A class based analysis of what goes on in schools is overdue. This may not be it, and there's a weird sentence in it. But ...
Award-winning teacher PHIL BEADLE argues that the way the most authoritarian moves in education — like the strange practice of 'silent corridors' — are mainly inflicted on working-class pupils, has echoes of fascism
The level of dishonesty in the question here shows where the profession is intellectually. The conflation of the two things is almost Johnsonian in its mendacious stupidity.
I’m amazed by this result (again!)
When it was raised on Twitter I wondered if there was an ‘age’ thing where more experienced teachers were more used to autonomy.
Are
@teachertapp
able to break down responses by ‘years in the classroom’?
Tomorrow, I rise at 4am for maybe the last 2 days at one of the nicest schools I've ever worked at: funding may not be there next year. When you're ancient and you finish a job, you think it'll be the last time you'll ever teach. Hope not. I've enjoyed teaching English this year.
Just asked my class why 'name of student' wasn't attending on-line sessions expecting to hear tales of woe. "He don't like learning, Sir" was the response.
In a half hour I leave for Birmingham to talk about managing v challenging behaviour and emotional regulation. I have never been so excited to go to work: first time in nearly six months.
Bittersweet experience today: I've been booked for a webinar in Geelong in Aus in Jan as a substitute for Sir Ken Robinson who was going to do the gig. This is humbling.
It’s seriously impressive when you can hear a pin drop during a school’s silent line ups & transitions. Students moving with pace & purpose in a safe & controlled manner, pausing only to greet their teachers with ‘Good Morning/Afternoon Miss/Sir.’
I have returned from walking around the building with a clipboard. I visited a colleague's lesson. The behaviour management was unacceptably lax: there was an atmosphere of relaxed laughter. It was inefficient and sub-optimal. There were whole seconds wasted. I upbraided him.
I am now 34,000 words through 'Metacognition for Morons' and have, at long last, finally written a line that is so funny I have been crying with laughter for the last five minutes. I am killing me.
So, something good has happened (about time). I've just found out I am returning to Sir Herbert Leon school in September. It's my favourite ever school (in England) with some of my favourite ever colleagues, and I am overjoyed.
I haven't read this, and I'm not going to as the views of someone who taught for one year are not useful for someone who has been in classrooms for twenty seven years, but it exists.
I have had a peaceful day today. I had forgotten what peace is like. I have Bill Callahan on and a decent bottle of shiraz. I will go to bed early as I always do. I am sorry if I worried or upset anyone. Life has been traumatic for a long while.
Weirdly, and I might be wrong, someone with a large following who does not teach seems to be inferring that I don't teach either. This is good news for me as I get the day off tomorrow; it's perhaps less good news for my students who will be looking at an empty space.
My son will be studying A level music next year. A shame he will not be allowed to study the complex musical shapes and forms of black British creativity at its best. There's only one valid form of cultural capital, apparently:
This, from a football player, is a masterful piece of writing. Any teacher of English seeking to get kids through paper 2, question 5 could do worse than analyse the elegance of Jorge Valdano's prose in this piece about Maradona:
Edutwitter has become a forum for idea-free, right-wing populists to laugh publicly at anything more complex than a piece of damp white card and, then, to anticipate applause for having done so. Bravo. Enjoy belonging.
@RDayysj
56 and a half, as good, if not better, as/than I ever was and loving it more than ever (though the state of me on returning home involves a lot of Netflix, a lot of "Oooo me back" and substantial-to-the-point-of-grandiose servings of whiskey and wine).
This is my latest article for The Morning Star about a fantastic project in Bristol run by three heroes which is reducing reoffending rates to zero. Heroes exist.
Mimed sucking an ice lolly in class today. I, sure as hell, won't be doing that again. It took quite a while to get them back from their collapse into hilarity.
If I spend the whole of lockdown reading Bourdieu and Gramsci, while smoking roll ups and drinking black coffee, will I qualify as an intellectual come September? Or will I need a black roll-neck as well?
Found out from son, he is the ONLY one of his friendship group whose grades have not been altered downwards. These are hard working kids at a challenging school. They do not deserve this treatment. Pontius Pilate washes his hands.
Thanks to the University of Bucks Education Dept., I am in the best shape I've been in for a while: decent food with pudding, proper sleep in a bed. I feel properly human for the first time in ages.
I don't know why I bother with twitter. Every time I log on it's the same boring people repeating themselves. I don't know why I bother with twitter. Every time I log on it's the same boring people repeating themselves.I don't know why I bother ...
@Ofstednews
It is possible to fake empathy, but it remains fake empathy. 'Sad death' is an example of the drab perversion of language specialised in by people who should never be anywhere near a profession for which the chief qualification should be the ability to empathise.
“We appreciate that the weather is cold at the moment and if students choose to wear warmer clothes on the way to school, we ask that they remove them once school starts in time for line up [for uniform inspection in the playground].”
Today's rejection of Pedagogy of the Oppressor, which I spent a year writing, describes it in the following manner "superbly written and I have no doubt that it would sell incredibly well and generate lots of debate." But, still, they can't publish it. Too hot to handle?
Just witnessed one of the mourners outside the palace: "The beauty of it is that it's not political". Words fail me. Somewhat bored of daily reminders of my own serfdom and of working class royalists not understanding the baked in irony of their position.
Out for a curry in Bradford with Tait Coles tonight: two left wing pseudo intellectuals slagging off totalitarian know-nothings and discussing critical pedagogy on a night out. Only one of us has a genuinely convincing quiff. It's not me.
Truly one of the most awe inspiring speeches I’ve ever had the pleasure of hearing. Thank you
@PhilBeadle
for your entertaining delivery and powerful message.
@HughesHaili
The key Haili is not not give a fuck about what other people think of you and to focus on your own performance. You are the only person whose opinion of yourself matters at this stage of your career.
An incredible week. Had both
@schooltruth
and
@lecarso
visit the school and wow the school's year 11s, genuinely interesting visit to a state boarding school yesterday and returned home to find I've been awarded an honorary doctorate for 'services to pedagogy'. Liverpool today.
I'm off to Australia in the new year for my 5th tour of duty there. Weirdly, I keep getting invited back. I wonder if it's because I work respectfully WITH organisations to build on work they are already doing, rather than shouting my mouth off that other professionals are crap.
I'm doing a deep dive behaviour session on emotional self regulation here. This isn't the kind of session for first timers who want to know a bit about routines and shit. It's more for expert practitioners that want to add to their perspectives & armoury.
I have to say, I am well pleased with this. About f***ing time. The vile stereotypes in this programme belong where they should have been buried - in the 1970s.
I am the only person in the house that hates Eurovision. It is the night of the year where I am sent to 'Phil's grumpy room' while all others celebrate camp inanity. I quite like dampness and inanity, but Eurovision has always disappointed me on a song craft basis.
There's a God's own country feel to Yorkshire that I finally get having seen it in late Autumn. Stormed an INSET gig this morning with an absolutely lovely bunch of socialists at a school in Huddersfield with a funny name and properly happy to be alive. Life after ...
This is one of my better pieces of writing. After a year away, I am now back teaching on the same estate four days a week. It is a privilege and a joy:
@shes_saturn
@ofqual
Ayni, it's of no comfort whatsoever, but working class kids of your quality and ability will eventually find a way. But tuck a little bit of hate into your heart for those who have done this to you and never forget it. I am sobbing for you.
I did three tweets today. This is my fourth one. I am finally getting to understand why people like this medium as it is a chance to waste other people's time reading things that have absolutely no substance - just like this tweet you're reading now.
If it cannot have enough self awareness to realise huge, cultural change has to take place, then disband it and go back to the drawing board. Ofsted is a political organisation.
I've had a thought (it happens occasionally) that none of the Tory front bench would make it into the top set of the (somewhat struggling) school I work in. The kids would intellectually assassinate them.
@KateJones_teach
Kate, having done this work for 20 years, the ugly lesson is, and always applies, if you do someone a favour, it'll blow up in your face. For some reason, if you aren't being paid, some people won't value your efforts or kindness. I no longer do unpaid work. Also, shame on them.
There is much to be said for the peace of living on your own. I have never really got on with Mark Hollis's solo, but it makes sense when you are able to listen to it with this view after a productive day.