Scotland’s teenagers are looking a bit peaky. Hair in bad pony-tails and the flawless make-up is on hold. On occasion, pupils have been seen heading towards school with UN-straightened hair!
It’s exam time. The pupils have a corporate epiphany that everything they have been taught all year IS relevant after all. At least for the next month…
I loved exams. Except Standard Grade Physics. (I had a problem understanding electrons – still do. In Chemistry I could visualise electrons orbiting a nucleus – but then in Physics they were meant to be going around a circuit. If so, where were the nuclei that they were orbiting? Or did they abandon their orbit to go and be electricity? I just don’t know.)
There is something very last-century about the exams taken by the vast majority. A teenager, a desk, a poorly heated/ventilated games-hall, several biro pens, an answer booklet and THE QUESTIONS. Eek!
Ultimately, though, there is only one skill they are tested on: the ability (the will?) to read the question, and do what it says.
And this skill really is relevant and transferrable into the jobs market:
MANAGER: So, can you put all the biscuits on this shelf and the nuts on this shelf?
TRAINEE: Sure, no problem.
Manager leaves. Trainee looks at the stack of food, the shelves and thinks, ‘Nah… I’ll just put everything up randomly because I am sure that’s what he meant. And peas and carrots are nice and colourful, so I’ll stick them in. And was I not supposed to put one-of-everything up too? I mean, that will surely please the boss’…
As the sheep and the goats are divided across the nation, I wish them well.