We are now resolutely into the second half of the school year. Like most things related to time, I’m not sure where it goes and I’m trying really hard not to fall into the teacherly trap of wishing my life away. Either way, time flies like an arrow; fruit flies like a banana. There are ten weeks until the first GCSE exams, it creeps up in minutes and seconds, each one passing imperceptibly in either a missed opportunity or a seized moment.
We are now fully rolling out our new assessment system. Each student is assessed on a 1 to 9 scale in every subject. It is very straightforward. I have attached a short explanation of how this works and encourage you to get in touch via the usual channels if you have any queries. We were discussing the new assessment system with Year 7 parents yesterday and the response was positive. I think it is the clearest way of measuring progress and attainment in this brave new world of educational confusion, where what we don’t know is more certain than what we do know. What I do know is that it answers with clarity the most important questions for parents, students and teachers: what grades are they getting and are they making progress?
Fixture of the Week
Our Year 7 football team headed into the linear wilderness of Long Cross to take on the papal might of St Bede’s. They opted to use a smaller pitch, no doubt to counter the threat of beautifully expansive football from a creative and expressive team. It required some adjustment and St Bede’s took the lead from a punt-to-nothing early in the first half. A concerted effort brought us back into the match. Harvey Tierney took command of the midfield, conducting the orchestra with a swish of the maestro’s baton and everyone playing the perfect pitch and tune. A firm foundation was laid by Cameron Horseman at centre back; an impenetrable wall upon which the feckless attackers threw themselves in futile desperation. Anything that crept through the barricades was repelled instantly by Luke Phillips in goal, a picture of agility and strength.
At the end of the half a series of interlocking passes, geometric in their accuracy, forged on a model drawn in Mrs Conway’s maths lesson, saw the ball zero in on the boot of Tom Hale. A drop of the shoulder, a turn, a feint, and the ball arrowed into the net, through the flailing arms of the prone Bedean keeper. The second half saw more of the same, our supremacy not reflected by the even score line; salvoes of shots rained down upon their goal, but an opening proved elusive. After tireless support on the wing; hurtling up and down the line like a comet through the firmament, Hugh Cockerill weaved inside for one last attack; a slaloming run past static defenders, crowned with an unstoppable rocket, rippling the net. The game was won.