The premise is simple: We write for five minutes flat. All on the same prompt that is post on the site below (click on the image!) at 1 minute past midnight EST ever Friday. And we connect on Twitter with the hashtag #FiveMinuteFriday
No extreme editing; no worrying about perfect grammar, font, or punctuation.
Unscripted. Unedited. Real.
I’m more precious that I realized about my job. It appears that I will defend my commitment to the death (well, nearly).
I received some criticism wrapped up in a complement today which has niggled me. I can categorically say that I will treat every student I teach as an individual and without exception, I want them to do their best. When they don’t do their best I do get frustrated with them (that’s a whole other post), but when their best isn’t good enough, that’s when I find myself in a horrible struggle between my firm held belief that your best will always be good enough (I believe this SO much that it is tattooed on my forearm) and the desperation to meet league table statistics. When it comes to league tables, sometimes your best isn’t good enough.
I can’t morally balance the idea that as a teacher I would disregard or encourage a student to give up simply because their academic ability meant that a C grade would be a huge challenge for them. If they are willing to slog it out and do their very best then I would celebrate that C like it was reaching the moon. Except ultimately we don’t. Hard work doesn’t always guarantee success (although laziness pretty much guarantees a lack of it).
If we define success as retention and achievement of exam results, then perhaps this can only be achieved by creaming the top performers off and into your subject at the start. But where is the fairness in that? What of the ordinary? Those with ordinary grades who work at an ordinary pace and make little fuss as they go.
As universities require higher entry grades and schools strive for a place in a competitive market, being ordinary is becoming a dangerous place to be.