Doodles in the margin from an artist living and working in the Scottish Borders.
Showing posts with label brian. Show all posts
Showing posts with label brian. Show all posts

Wednesday, 2 February 2011

Brian #5: Questionable Content


'Brian' being used in schools as part of personal & social education lessons, yesterday. She's probably his form tutor.


Questions. There are, you learn, two sorts - open and closed. And then there are questions so open that tumbleweed, litter and huge flocks of birds blow through them.

Sunday, 9 January 2011

Brian #4: An Inspector Calls


Ofsted. Welcomed into schools like a snot and vomit virus.

It was always fun trying to match up to whatever was the Unswerving Orthodoxy in teaching practice at that particular time. In general, new Unswerving Orthodoxies came around on a three year cycle. The pupil's white board, for instance, to be used in interactive starter activities at the beginning of lessons. Firstly starter activities were mandatory, then they were strongly recommended, then they were abandoned, and there were store cupboards full of piles of whiteboards.

The whiteboard was interesting but fabulously impractical. And, being double-sided, meant that you could show the teacher the correct spelling of "receive" and the pupil behind you "cock", complete with a bus stop penis. I would have, anyway.

In ten years I was only visited once, which I was not overly upset about because I hated being observed. It was a Key Skills lesson and out of the two disaffected sixth formers in my class one was skiving. So when the inspector walked in I was sitting at the computer with an autistic kid slowly devising a customer service questionnaire for him to use in his Business Studies. We did it for forty minutes and the inspector sat and watched. I hope he was impressed, but I never found out.



Thursday, 9 December 2010

Brian #3: Pupil Friction.


Teachers, yesterday, enjoying Brian on the internet.


The best thing about teaching, and there were so many best things, was simply filling young minds with knowledge.


Thursday, 2 December 2010

Brian #2: What Kind Of Party Do You Never Want To Go To?

A long agenda, the end of the day, other things to do and someone firing up a projector and PowerPoint. The perfect storm of pencil-chewing abomination.

The high point of my enthusiastic involvement (time span: one year) was being on the committee that drafted the Home-School agreement, a document which took about three months to write, went out with fanfare to parents, was solemnly signed and returned and was never referred to again.

I expressed my rage in badger form.




Monday, 22 November 2010

Brian #1: Origins.


I first met Brian after a parents' evening over ten years ago. A colleague told us the next day that as he drove home exhausted he actually fell asleep on the journey and woke up in the verge. Terrifyingly, he could have been seriously injured or indeed killed, but more importantly it gave me the chance to draw something funny based on what could have been a hideous accident. Sometimes I'm a glass-half-full person.



All well and good, but my idea, as far as it went, was that the bloke was Brian Badger, and the striped accomplice was a comic restatement of the eponymous protagonist. The more I thought about it, though, the more I realised I had conjured something into being. I looked into his stripy, arsy, well-intentioned, grumpy, sweary, badgery soul and I saw something I recognised.


A kindred spirit. An alter ego.

I am that badger.


LinkWithin

Related Posts with Thumbnails