The
Eleven plus
I
watched a programme on the TV about parents of primary school
children reactions to their little ones being offered the chance to
go through the eleven plus exam. Their reward would be the ability
for their child to attend Grammar school.
Well
! the knots some of them got themselves into. There was one woman,
working at minimum wage, who spent 300 pounds a month on extra
tutoring for her little girl. This had been going on for over a year,
She had 2 other younger children. The little girl cried when she did
not get in, saying she was scared about her future school. Another
woman, who had a bit more money and four kids refused to 'over tutor'
her child, also a girl. But they had a close knit family and the TV
showed the family
chatting
happily around the kitchen table, the mum with a babe in arms.
The
elder daughter was already at the Grammar school. Sensibly the mum
took her child to look around the other schools, in case she
didn't get into Grammar school. Their attitude was, if you pass and
get in , all well and good, if not, that is OK, here is the other
school and here is what it can offer.
It
was quite a stark contrast to the picture of the first
little girl, sat on her own bent over her books.
The
second
child got in, just. She also cried when she learned, but I think it
was a relief of stress. her mum said, its OK to cry. Quite a few of
the extra tutored children
did not get into grammar school and ostensibly
left the parents with a sour taste in their mouths and a big hole in
their pockets.
What
was obvious was that the children that did not get in were left
feeling rejected, which they were, but that they were not good
enough. BUT, each child has a different set of talents.
When
I was a child and
the grammar school and secondary school system was the norm, we were
led to believe if you were ‘clever’ enough you got into grammar
school, and academia was what you were headed for. Exams would be the
order of the day. In contrast to the secondary modern kids who were
able to explore other roads to success, via more practical roads,
wherever their talents lie. Exams not all that important. Of course
that is all changed now.
I
went to grammar school so did my elder sister. I was always
considered to be a dunce at home, always playing the fool having a
laugh wherever the opportunity arose.
My
sister, on the other hand was always considered studious, always
reading.
It was thanks to her that I became a reader too. All her old books
came my way, being a curious child I would read them to find out what
was so fascinating to her. I doubt I would have bothered had I been
on my own.
So
it came as no surprise when she passed to eleven plus with flying
colours. My mother boasted to everyone, as all mothers do, and she
was immediately taken to have her school uniform bought from the
school outfitters. Complete with a briefcase ( de riguer at the time)
sent over from Germany
from grandmother , photos
were taken on the lawn of our council flat
of her, with hair her tied back in a tight ponytail, ready to
study.
Everybody got to see those photos.
When
it came to my turn, I first heard of the results coming in at the
weekend by my friends knocking on the door exclaiming ‘I got in !
Did you get in?’. Then another of my friends the same. I replied I
had not heard. By Monday in school, I still had not heard and when my
grandparents asked me expectantly, they seem perplexed.
Eventually
my mother took me to one side and said ‘ Look Elaine, you passed
the eleven plus but you are not as intelligent as your sister, and so
I want you to go to the secondary modern down the road, leave at 15,
get a job, and help me put your sister through college. When I
protested that I wanted to go she replied she could not afford the
uniform and that was that. I was down hearted, most of all because I wanted to attend the same school as my sister, not for the kudos.
I
sadly told my friends, that my mother would not let me go to the
grammar school with them. They looked confused. They did not know the
loathing which my mother held me. They couldn’t understand it, I
couldn’t understand it. Their mothers loved them, there was nothing
I could do.
Until
a loud knocking at our door, announced
the arrival of
my nan and granddad demanding to know the meaning of it all. I heard
raised voices and my mother saying ' I can’t afford the uniform for
her!’ Both my grandparents were Welsh and held education in the
highest esteem, as do all Welsh people, what is more they loved me
and my sister equally and could not understand why my mother was
being a heartless bitch. I knew why, it was because she was a
heartless bitch , I had lived with it all my life.
Anyway,
the upshot was I attended the Grammar school, along with my sister.
Every time I put on the school uniform my mother seemed to glare at
me. But then I was used to that.
Thank
goodness for grandparents , thank goodness for love.
As
a final note, the dean of a top school churning out students, whose
track record was 90% of university attendance , was asked was
happened to the other10 %. His reply ? ‘Oh the 90 % (of
university graduates) work for them’……... Food for thought eh?
Defining "intelligence" is a fool's errand. You are just as intelligent as your older sister, and I should know! Getting into grammar school wasn't easy, I had to work hard at it as you did, and we both got in, although each has differing talents which have grown both in and after grammar school.
ReplyDeleteYes, we didn't have much money then - there was a grant given for our school uniforms because we were poorer than most attending that school, and I can still remember the shame of having to queue up for free school dinners because we couldn't afford to pay for them!
In those days about 55 years ago there was, as you say, a division between 'intelligent academia' and the "second class" secondary modern. Thank goodness modern enlightenment gives opportunities in all spheres to all talents, although there is still a hierarchy attached to academia /top stream/grammar/public schools which will take a while to go away (if it ever does). But it is a shame that pushy parents force (well, maybe 'force' is too strong a word, but 'seriously encourage' ) their offspring into grammar school instead of encouraging their natural talent and intelligence in more diverse ways.
I didn't go to university (by choice, not that I couldn't) and eventually ade my way in the world by sheer hard work and capitalising on the talents I did have, and became quite a managerial success (if you count success by upwards direction/positions). But success takes many forms, and seeing going to grammar school as the be-all and end-all of a child's route to it is a very narrow view some parents have, judging by that programme.