Wednesday, 9 November 2011

Day 40 - Transcript of Community Action Project group session

The following is an almost word for word transcription of part of a Community Action Project Session, in which pupils withdrawn from KS3 French classes are given the opportunity to do something constructive rather than disadvantage the learning of their fellow pupils. I haven't pasted the whole session. It would kill you. It really would.

Key:
PL = Project Leader
Pupils’ comments are not individually attributed.

PL:  So today, then, we need to decide on a project. The other group has decided on a project and they’ve already been working on it for two weeks, now.
Miss, can I go to the toilet?
PL: No. You’ve just had your lunch break.
Why can’t I go to the toilet? I always goes in English and Mrs. Hook lets me, all the time.
Why can’t girls go the toilet?
It’s against the law not to let us.
I’m going to pee in my seat now.
Miss, can I go to the toilet?  I’m desperate.
And me.
It’s like cardigans. Why can’t we wear cardigans? It’s pathetic. All the teachers can wear what they want. And they wears jewellery and make-up, bracelets, everything.
This school’s pathetic.
And it stinks in here.
The teachers haves their dinner in here. It stinks.
Yeah, soup or something.
It stinks.
Teachers stinks!
Miss, Miss, Chelsey’s on her phone!
Miss, Miss, Chelsey’s eating sweets! She got sweets!
Miss, can I go to the toilet? I goes in English, and in Science.
PL: (to me): Are  they allowed to go to the toilet during lessons?
Me: No. They aren’t.
Oh but Miss lets me all the time.
The kids in Waterloo Road just gets up and goes they just walks out. I wish I went there.
PL:
Waterloo Road isn’t real.
Do I have to do French in year 10 I can’t stand French.
You don’t have to do French.
If we have to do French, I’ll kill myself.
Oh stop it
It’s him. It’s not me, it’s him. All the time.


...And so on for another half an hour... I listen to conversations like this every Wednesday and Thursday. Well, I say conversations! They're just sections of time in which 8 Year 9s screech and talk over each other. It's just noise.

Their parents should be so proud!

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