Saturday, 1 February 2014

Confessional Courtesies

So, here is the first of many posts that aim to chart my experiences in the world of private tutoring, although I hope to discuss many topics related to education. For obvious reasons I have changed the names of those involved and I am writing under a pseudonym, but pretty much everything that follows has happened. I’d love this to be a safe space for people to discuss and talk openly about what is going on with education in this country. I feel I have been part of a largely unregulated industry that very occasionally does good, but more often than not has aided the gap between the ‘haves’ and ‘have nots’. I grew up in rural Suffolk, attended a state comprehensive and had no extra help other than what I received at school. My education was pretty good but all schools are different and there have been moments in the last six or seven years when it has felt like I’ve been shitting on my fifteen-year-old self by helping those who really don’t deserve it. However, although I have seen amazing levels of privilege I have also been privy to levels of neglect and maltreatment that have shocked me. I have begun to move away from tutoring and into running workshops and following my first love writing and performing. This is really a record of some of the things I have experienced and seen and you can make of it what you will.