There have been many Sunday nights over my career as a teacher when I have lain in bed wide awake, my mind full of the endless to-do lists that need to be attacked once I get inside the school building.
I was not surprised, then, that on the evening of Sunday March 7, I would be one of many hundreds or thousands of teachers unable to sleep. On this occasion I could identify exactly why: in a few hours, we were all going back to school. I, for one, could not wait.
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I have wanted to be an art teacher ever since I can remember, my mission being to help young minds get excited about being creative. I have now been an arts and textiles teacher at an inner-city secondary school in the London borough of Brent for 15 years, and indeed what extraordinary years they have been so far. I could tell you hundreds of individual stories of how studying the arts has transformed the life of a young person. I have seen how, through participating in regular art lessons, my students have exceeded their own and others’ expectations.
One of these stories is about a 12-year-old boy, who we shall call Peter. Over the years, Peter had been diagnosed with many forms of special educational needs and found attending school a challenge, struggling to get through the day without incidents. Due to his condition, Peter had poor handwriting skills and would very rarely write more than two lines as this would take him a great deal of time to achieve. He was embarrassed and lacked confidence.
However, in the art room, you would hardly notice these labels. He would willingly undertake all activities, focus continuously, and participate and engage with everyone in the room. Peter was also able to hold a pencil or a brush accurately, mix and apply all media and stay focused on the task while carrying out a sustained piece of work. More importantly for me, he would contribute to class discussions, produce exciting work and clearly enjoyed the experience of being in an environment where there is no wrong or right answer.