Activity 2: Current issues in my professional context
The Dreaded Decile Divider
Talk to a teacher anywhere in New Zealand that you have just met and once you get through the awkward social norms the next question inevitably is - “so what decile ranking are you?”
Then the aha moment. “So a 2.” The answer to the reciprocal question then determines the interest or otherwise and the duration of the conversation. If the deciles aren’t too far apart then the debate about relationships making a difference and the amount of social work involved begins. Every low decile teacher relates to this.
So why are we there?
Highly intelligent and gifted teachers work in all decile schools in New Zealand - but why do they want to work in low decile schools?
I know from attending interschool events that many high decile people (parents/teachers/kids) look down their noses at us. Not everyone - but enough to know it isn’t an isolated incident.
Information from the Ministry of Education - we are decile 2 (barely) and The Christchurch City Council tell me that our students come from impoverished backgrounds.
I heard Nigel Latta say that “kids from privileged backgrounds go out to climb the mountain of life. They are equipped with an annotated map, a compass and the knowledge of how to use it, a cellphone and numbers of people to ring and all the necessary equipment to find their way. Meanwhile the disadvantaged kids don’t even know there is a mountain out there.”
There is the crux of the job we need to do. Take these kids, whose parents have ambitions and love and desire for them to do well, and help them learn to read the map and work the compass and make connections to find their path in life.
How will we do this?
Firstly we need to run a health check on our school culture. Are we using the Norms of Improving Schools. Stoll and Fink (cited in Stoll, 1998). With the changes that came about as the result of the cataclysmic Christchurch earthquakes the East side schools faced a major shake up. Under threat of merging with another school we were forced to minutely examine or reasons for existence. What did we have that made us valuable to our community? Why should we fight to survive? Couldn’t “our” kids just fit in somewhere else?
The answer was a loud and definitive NO!!!!!
The community were adamant that the school should stay. Those who could made a stand. Those who were embroiled in the cycle of poverty and did not know how to express what they needed relied on us to do so for them. The school had to examine the way it stood for its community. The support it offered, the inter-agency approach ( MOE, Salvation Army, CYPFS, SWIS, CCC etc.) that worked so well, the use of community groups to support the needy - Kidscan shoes, raincoats and breakfast food for the Breakfast Club - run by parents. A lunch club for cheap nutritious lunches, again run by parents. Community Days with dental health, nutrition, and many other health providers offering information, advice and free samples.Application for grants so no kid needed to miss out on camp or Outdoor Ed opportunities. School garden club learning to grow, harvest and cook produce. Students are welcomed when they arrive - after all, they got there - even when they don’t turn up until 9.30 or later. Staff changes are mourned and celebrated. The loss of experience cuts deep, but new staff bring fresh ideas and a new perspective. A new leader who has the sense to delve into our school culture by exploring our mission statement and our values in a schoolwide way to see if we still believe in them and if they are relevant. The ongoing Professional development because our kids need us to find the right buttons to push to activate their learning - whatever speed and form that takes.
So- where was I?
Of course - I am at a low decile school. I am there by choice because the community pride and aspiration is just as prevalent as I would find in any community in New Zealand. The pathway to success may take a bit more effort but it is so worth it. To work in a community that values the teachers and wants to be a part of the school in whatever way they can makes me parochially proud. The collegial feel of the staffroom, and the formal and informal professional conversations that are a part of life give this school a vibrancy and level of success that is reflected in the community pride, the ERO report, and the high quality applicants that - like me - want to be here.