*rambles*

Oct. 22nd, 2007 09:43 pm
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I'm watching a very interesting documentary on Channel 4 right now, all about kids leaving primary school unable to read.

The stats claim that one in five kids in this country enter high school at age eleven with a reading age lower than nine. So as a result, they simply can't function at school and this, amongst other things, is a strong factor in teenage delinquency. Lets face it, if you can't understand what you're being taught and therefore feel stupid, wouldn't you act up?

They showed examples of some kids, and you got to see a little of their family lives - the majority are working class white boys whose parents either don't have the time to pay attention to them due to work pressures, or were themselves failed by the system and don't have the strength to encourage their kids to stay in school and learn.

Personally, I don't understand parents that let their kids stay home instead of going to school when they start struggling like this. They're only perpetuating the vicious cycle. Heck, I glare disapprovingly at Mam any time she suggests taking Rowan out of school a day or two early, just to suit holiday arrangements. If he's supposed to be in school, and he's not genuinely sick, then he's going to damn well be in school. But, as Dad frequently points out, I had the advantage of two parents who had the strength of their convictions and encouraged me to try my best regardless.

I'm doing my best not to get on a soap-box here, or a high horse, 'cause that'd be stupid. Rowan appears to be doing just fine with his reading, though I have no idea what level he's meant to be at. All I know is that his teachers have not approached me about his reading, and he seems to be coping okay with his daily reading homework. It's even to the point that I'm having to be careful what I look at on the computer in his presence, 'cause he tries to read the screen over my shoulder! *grins* But I can't get complacent about this - I can't just rely on the school to teach him, it's my job to back them up, as it were.

I learned to read at an early age, from what I've gathered, though it'd be useless to ask my parents how they taught me. They seem to have blanked out a great deal of the past, 'cause they rarely have any useful advice for me where teaching Rowan's concerned. But reading has always been a really big thing in our family - to the point where my nephews refer to Mam as 'Nana Books'! Dad's sole way of connecting to his grandchildren has always been through storytime, and he frequently picks up Thomas magazines to read the stories to Rowan. Between the three of us, we've encouraged Rowan to enjoy stories, and hopefully this'll help.

One thing that did interest me was the interview with the Poet Laureate, who seems to be somewhat disregarding the reports. He's working with inner-city teens to try and get them interested in reading, and they showed him doing a reading circle where they're reciting Shakespeare - which has always seemed to me to be a very tough source material. He admitted that the kids he works with do have problems with 'sight reading', and this struck a chord with me.

My mam tries to get out of reading to Rowan these days because, though she's an avid reader and enjoys a good novel, she is very, very bad at reading aloud. Dad is a lay preacher, who once had aspirations to be a minister or a teacher, and so is very used to reading aloud - though his presentation style is somewhat Tony Blair-like *chuckles* He read his father-of-the-bride speech like he was giving a church sermon, with lots of those little pauses Tony is so infamous for. Me, I love a good book, and I read somewhere between the levels of my parents; Mam likes romance novels and other general fiction, whereas Dad likes to be intellectually challenged by what he reads - Mam frequently gets annoyed at us when we throw high-scoring scrabble words around the conversation. I know for a fact I'm perfectly literate, but I'm also not very good at reading aloud. The good thing about having Rowan is that, for the last six years, I've been having to read aloud almost every night. As a result, this has improved somewhat.

Where I was 'failed by the system' was in my maths. I basically had the same experience these kids are having with reading, and it was never dealt with properly. In fact, had I not changed high schools towards the end of my first year, I would have been moved out of the top-tier class in my year, simply due to my lack of math skills. The one good thing about the school I later went to - which was an absolutely crap high school, and not even the teachers wanted to go there - was that I was able to work through their maths curriculum at my own pace. This basically kept me in the maths class, even when I was getting frustrated (though, lets be honest, I was too afraid of being caught to truant in the first place) and I left with a D-grade in my GCSE. I later upped that to a C in tertiary college. My Dad tried to help me with my maths - I remember Mam took night classes herself while I was in school, to improve her own math skills - but his approach of counting apples and oranges was so at odds with the way I was being taught at school that I just couldn't get my head around anything, and would get fed up.

Now, Rowan? He's already reciting his times tables at me, and he's frequently challenging me "What's this plus this, mummah?" to which I always say "You tell me!" and he mostly gives me the right answer. So here again I'm keeping my fingers crossed - his dad's better at maths than english, with me better at english than maths, but hopefully Rowan'll do okay at both.

Parenthood's scary, guys...
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Date: 2007-10-23 07:55 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] gothams3rdrobin.livejournal.com
Oh good grief! *chuckles* That's pathetic!

Rowan could do his alphabet by the time he was four, and could count pretty high too. His teachers in the Reception Class (the academic year you turn five) were quite happy with him, and were impressed at his welsh vocabulary too, such as it was. He could count to ten and name colours.

I'm pretty sure my parents read to me, but my memory's never been good. I do remember a time when I was maybe six or seven, and my parents got me to read out of my grandfather's Shakespeare book - to prove that I could! I did, and then asked him what one of the words meant! ;-)

Date: 2007-10-23 05:19 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] yellowseptember.livejournal.com
That's got to be the world's biggest understatement. *chuckles*

I'm also quite terrible at reading aloud. I wasn't really comfortable reading to the girls at first but I've really come to enjoy it. They soak it up and it seems to have increased my confidence. All good!

Date: 2007-10-23 07:57 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] gothams3rdrobin.livejournal.com
*nods* You get used to it because you have to - to not read to them would be far worse. Nowadays I'm even putting inflection and emotion into my reading, though I'll never be able to do voices.

Date: 2007-10-23 08:19 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] yellowseptember.livejournal.com
*laughs* Voices is truly a gift. And yeah, NOT reading to them would be far worse. There's really nothing the equates to it, is there? Snuggling comes awful close but...

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