It's August already. In the UK, the month that spews forth exam results mostly for 16 and 18 year olds. I remember receiving a brown envelope. I was home alone, and the dry-mouth feeling on reading that my results were inadequate for my initial applications to college. I was ok in the end. This is not an uncommon scenario and will be re-lived time and again. It still creates stress. Seven years ago Covid was an additional problem.
Poor Kids
At
least seven long years inside,
booby
traps being part of the ride,
working
as hard as you feel you can,
towards
the goals that will make you a man.
The
bully sharks are hunting intake prey,
the
playground a tarmac sea of grey,
adults
enormous hurdles to negotiate,
groups
with whom you should not associate.
Subject
to a myriad of others’ opinions,
just
one of a tranche of newer minions,
where
to fit to succeed in this place,
and
become a full member of the human race.
Through
the years one finds a slot,
it
may be uncomfortable in life’s plot,
but
short-lived discomfort leads to progress,
based
on your examination finesse.
However,
in 2020 along comes a virus,
catching
it is in no way desirous,
school
on hold for an extended period,
number
of after effects a significant myriad.
Exams
come round with every year,
regular
as clockwork instilling fear,
in
many of the teenage reluctant takers,
and
controlled by national question writers.
Not
this year due to virus attack,
children
at home - efforts are slack,
but
next steps in the future still there,
will the exam establishment be aware.
Results
Thursday came and went,
the
children were sad or perhaps content,
an
algorithm was applied to predicted scores,
grades
were reduced causing great uproars.
The
establishment had scored another own goal,
Ofqual
regulator had failed in its role,
assuming
that their solution had been correct,
resulting
in many young futures wrecked.
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Where
are the shoulders to take responsibility,
who
will resign due to lack of capability?
Suddenly
the talking heads spouting wise,
are
no longer available irrespective of prize.
© David L Atkinson August 2020
God Bless
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