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Cathedrals of Hope – A love letter to classrooms

  • Cathedrals of Hope – A love letter to classrooms

No matter how grim the classroom, the promise of alchemy it offers will always bring out Tom Starkey’s inner romantic…

I feel at home in a classroom. You know where you are with them. You can dress them up, try to make them a bit prettier, maybe give them a new name to try to break away from their essential uniformity (go ahead – call them ‘Learning Nodes’, you’re fooling no-one there, pal) but beneath it all, in their heart of hearts, they’re much the same up and down the land. Apart from the open-plan ones – they’re different because nothing ever gets done in those.

Staples shotgun-scattered onto walls. Whiteboards holding the invisible trapped ghosts of a thousand drywipe lessons. Déja vu chairs and tables weighted to the floor with the ballast of flavourless and flattened chewing gum. These are the calling cards of the classroom, the comforting features of the chambers of enrichment that we are lucky enough to find ourselves in, and I have a great affection for them all. Well, perhaps not the chewing gum. That is rank.

Agencies of entrapment?
Yes, it is true that the spaces where we ply our trade are not always perfect. Or even habitable.

In some of them, a west-facing window can magnify the light from the sun into an all-vaporising death ray. In others, the shade of yellow paint seems to have been specifically designed to increase teenage depression by a minimum of 46%.

The kids might have to fight to be heard over an ancient and monolithic internet server that someone – apparently in a fit of pique about the abundance of effective spoken communication in schools – saw fit to install, for no other reason than it was the closest room to networking (yet, notably, not actually ‘in’ networking).

They are often too hot, too cold, too small, too large, too smelly, too bright, too dark or too close to the headteacher’s office for comfort. Yet they are ours and they are special places, despite all evidence to the contrary. Their mundane appearance is a cloak, a subterfuge. Within them there is an electricity (and not just because Kai accidentally totalled a light switch by swinging his bag onto his shoulder two classes ago. Wonderful things happen there. Magic things.

Classrooms are often presented as prisons, or as oppressive, industrial factories churning out nothing but similitude and mediocrity. As agencies of entrapment designed to grey the senses and shovel conformity down the throats of those young souls unfortunate enough to be pushed into them. Those who paint this image invariably don’t spend much time in them. If they did, they would know better.

Special inner reality
These spaces, so everyday, humble and utilitarian to the unknowledgeable observer, hide a shining truth. If they were to look past initial appearances and let the veil fall from their eyes they would see them as they are. They are places where lives are changed, where truths are sought and often found. They are places in which a window to the world can be opened, or a mirror held up to reflect on the familiar and make it new.

It’s a neat trick. A classroom’s outward appearance suggests nothing of its special inner reality. The picked-at displays and scrawled messages on desks ruminating the illicit parentage of peers are just set dressing, as are the laminated yet always-ignored instructions on how to get the interactive whiteboard pen to work. The same goes for the wizened, once-green pot plant by the teacher’s desk – it’s just surface iconography that makes the casual observer think that they know what’s going on. But they don’t.

Classrooms are the vessels that hold the minds of the future. They are the ships that our dreams for things to come sail in. They are the most important rooms in the world, yet they wear beggar’s robes. Because that’s all that’s needed. Gold leaf and marble would be nice – hell, in some places, clean white walls would be an improvement – but when all’s said and done, it’s not the walls, or the desks, or the chairs, or the whiteboards or the displays that turn these unremarkable rooms into cathedrals of hope.

It is you. And it is them.

Follow Tom Starkey at @tstarkey1212

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