Who tests the testers?
It seems that the Standard Assessment Tests, SATS, are all a bit of a Fred Karno's if Moss Side Primary in Lancashire is anything to go by. It would stretch incredulity beyond the limit to assume that this example of incompetence was a one-off, isolated case in a garden overpowered by the scent of roses.
The fact a collection of seemingly unrelated letters masquerading as words had been marked higher than someone who was at least writing in English and that both, Scrabble letters in a box lid and literate essay, were marked the same for sentence construction, throws doubt upon the whole farrago and renders any results paraded by a Government trumpeting our world class education system as somewhat worthless.
What is more concerning than marking sloppy enough to make blancmange appear diamond hard is the fact that an 11-year-old in a mainstream school asked to write an essay about Pip Davenport, a fairground inventor, produced:
"If he wasent doing enthing els heel help his uncle Herry at the funfair during the day.
"And had stoody at nigh on other thing he did was invent new rides."
Could it be that our 'world class education system' is perhaps in a different world to everyone else's?
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Roger Clarke - Birmingham’s very own Grumpy Old Man on what gets right up his nose.
I blame the teachers. They command about as much respect as wheel clampers. Enough scorn has been poured on them to drown them in self pity. Some people refer to them as present-day parasites of society. These undesirables amongst us who milk the system to the extreme?. The spongers - The losers - The useless!
“Hi kids, you can call me Dave.� When teachers asked the pupils to call them by their first name it signalled the end of respect in schools throughout the land.
When I was at school, our teachers wore gowns, suits and ties. They were smart and earned the respect they deserved. Today teachers are dressed in 'Man at Oxfam' attire, and seem to be oblivious to it all. Teaching was once a profession, not what it is today, a charter for spongers, freeloaders and whingers.