The similar phrase 'Worldly Christianity' is one used by Bonhoeffer. It's J Gresham Machen that I want to line up most closely with. See his Christianity and culture here. Having done commentaries on Proverbs (Heavenly Wisdom) and Song of Songs (Heavenly Love), a matching title for Ecclesiastes would be Heavenly Worldliness. For my stance on worldliness, see 3 posts here.
Showing posts with label School. Show all posts
Showing posts with label School. Show all posts

10 School Register Absence Codes

 


  1. C: Indicates the student is absent due to exceptional circumstances.
  2. D: Indicates the student is dual registered at another school.
  3. E: Indicates the student is suspended or permanently excluded.
  4. I: Indicates the student is absent due to illness (not medical or dental appointments).
  5. M: Indicates the student is absent due to a medical or dental appointment.
  6. Q: Indicates the student is unable to attend due to a lack of access arrangements.
  7. R: Indicates the student is absent for religious observance (only one day is usually allowed, and any further absences are coded as C if agreed).
  8. S: Indicates the student is absent for study leave.
  9. T: Indicates the student is absent because a parent is traveling for occupational purposes.
  10. U: Indicates the student arrived after the register was closed.
  (Bonus X: Indicates the student is a non-compulsory school-age pupil not required to attend.)

Anti-Semitism


Anti-Semitism is in the news again. I step towards the subject gingerly as I would guess it is the easiest thing in the world to fall into. (I find myself in danger of falling into it regularly on the roads near here. There are many rude drivers about in this part of London. Some of them are Jews, which is sometimes obvious, but the moment I start thinking rude Jewish driver I think I am in danger).
All I wanted to share was an anecdote from my youth that I go back to from time to time. Where I grew up, as far as I am aware, there were no Jewish people (people of colour were an utter novelty, one or two in a school of 1700 was the norm; the boy from Yorkshire and the boy from London stood out like sore thumbs, even the girl from Neath did).
In the sixth form, Friday afternoon was rounded off with a thing called symposium (none of us had any idea it meant drinking party!). A visiting speaker would be invited to address the sixth form and although I remember very little of it (apart from a man who appeared to be saying Aber-ustwyth rather than Aberistwith and the time our music teacher briefly mentioned Jan Akkerman) I think they were informative and interesting times.
Anyway, one afternoon a Jewish lady came and spoke to us. Again, I remember little she said but I do recall that she managed to turn the whole room (most of whom, if not all, had never met anyone Jewish) against her.
It was during the question time when one of the girls asked about what Jews call marrying out. This lady must have been quite orthodox and quite sensibly argued it was best for marriage to take place within the faith. This did not phase me because by then I had long held the view that Christians should marry Christians and this view was little different. Besides, as a good evangelical I had picked up that Jews are special and we are to love them as well as everyone else. (I was such a bad case that when a man came to our church and said he was Welsh and Jewish and so twice blessed I took him quite seriously!).
The rest of the sixth form did not tend to this view. That had picked up the Austenesque idea that marriage is for love and no other question needs to be considered. And so first the girls and then practically the whole room turned against this poor woman who, I think, had begun to alienate people by her sheer enthusiasm and commitment to a way of life we knew little about.
If kids from South Wales with no previous can become antisemitic in the course of an afternoon no wonder there is so much of it about. Not that there is any excuse, just simply a need to take care.

Grammar Schools

I've been thinking of doing a post on Grammar Schools and as I have five minutes I thought I'd go for it. In 1970 (or whatever year it was) I sat the 11 plus. I have the vaguest memories of it. Some kid had seen the chairs and desks were arranged differently (I think we did it in the classroom not the hall - I can't remember if there was more than one separate session). My parents had spoken about it to me and my mother had bought me non-verbal reasoning tests so I was familiar with them. Up until that point I had always wondered if I was thick or clever (I then held to the theory that everyone is one or the other). My confusion arises from being quite good with words but hopeless with numbers.
Once I passed the 11-plus and got to the school of my choice I was confirmed in my notion that I was actually bright. I remember my mother's delight that I had done so well. I remember the post coming and making the choice from Croesyceiliog, our local, West Mon (boys only) and Abersychan (so far up the valley I'd never been there - and they wore brown uniforms). The choice was not hard as I had no wish to travel on a bus daily. I did get my first choice but what we seemed to be unaware of was that Croesy would no longer be a Grammar by the time I got there. I do remember being treated like a Grammar kid at the beginning, however. We were left in no doubt that we were special, and considering there were kids from as far up the valley as Blaenavon it was believable.
I pretty much remember which school most of my class and the one next door went to, even kids I never saw again. A lot is made of how damaging it is to label kids failures at the tender age of 11. In my case the problem was labelling me clever when in fact I was pretty average. I worked it out, eventually, of course.
The basic flaw with the Grammar idea is that you cannot take a child at 11 and know what sort of career lies ahead for it. It's nonsense. I'm not a strong advocate of Comprehensives but for most of us that is the most likely way to make progress.

Farewell Friends Reunited

I hear that Friends Reunited is on its last legs overwhelmed by the social media sites that have come since it began. I must confess I have only been on it in my wife's name. My wife signed up and after she had had a little go on it I tried and found I could look up my old schools using her log in. I felt reluctant to put my onw name put there. I'm not the only one. A friend told me had been on there and had been disappointed to find lots of names he didn't recognise. He also said that he had gone on there using an alias. Not the only one I guess! Your school days may take up only a small portion of your life but how fascinating it is to think where all the kids you once knew may be now.

The modern world

In South Wales again. En route I stopped for diesel at a BP garage. "What number?" he says when I go to pay. "18". He looks confused as 18 is already paid. I check again and I am right. it turns out the man at number 19 has paid the wrong bill. The difference is about a pound so they ask me if I have change, which I don't as I'm saving my cash for the bridge. In the end the customer whose mistake it was stuck with my bill and let me pay his, losing a pound or so but getting us all out of a problem.
Then I'm in Cwmbran shopping centre trying to get change for a £10 note. The shops won't open their tills except for a purchase. No problem, I'll try a bank. The banks won't give you change unless you're a customer (my bank is the other side of the centre). They say it's to do with money laundering but they are quick to volunteer that the Post Office will do it (queue too long). So if you are planning to launder money go to the Post Office not a bank, I guess.
Meanwhile I drive my nephew into my old school (Croesy Comp). Can't remember when I was there last. It's now like a prison. Everywhere is fenced off to keep kids out of the woods and fields. It's looking pretty tatty all round but the fencing doesn't help I'm sure.

Hilary Mantel Trilogy

I have now read Hilary Mantel's Wolf Hall and Bring up the bodies. I was attracted to the large volumes by their subject matter - Thomas Cromwell (a key figure in Henry VIII's reign) the Tudors being my best loved and known historical period - and their award winning success. They certainly are very well written and I think give an insight into the period not easily gained from ordinary history books. I am not a fan of historical fiction. When doing A level history many years ago Jean Plaidy (Eleanor Hibbert was her real name - she also wrote as Philippa Carr and Victoria Holt). The class was nearly all girls and they would always ask if Plaidy was worth reading. The teacher's cautious answer meant I never bothered. In fact, one of the Philippa Gregory Boleyn novels is the only venture into historical fiction I have made, I believe. Anyway, Mantel is clearly superior to either of those authors but still you have this problem - not knowing what is credible fact and what is patent fiction. I tend to look behind every sentence of a book wondering what prompted it and reading these books I was constantly wondering what prompted it - whim or research. So, given that these are such long books I am not altogether satisfied but I'm glad I've got through them. Given that there is one more book to come (The Mirror and the Light) I am rather tied in I guess but that is not until 2015 they say. Meanwhile, the thought of Mark Rylance and a presentation of the material as Shakespearean drama does appeal. See here.

Cassette 07 Brahms

I've never been big into Brahms but I bought this cassette back in the nineties as I had so enjoyed Thijs Van Leer's version of part of the third symphony (poco allegretto) on his 1988 album Reflections. Sadly the rest of the third symphony seems to me not quite so good as that section. What clinched it for me to buy this particular presentation was the addition of Brahms' Variations on a theme of Haydn. This is the piece that Focus adapted for the opening section of their magnum opus Hamburger Concerto. (See here) When I was in Secondary School the music teacher Mr Measey used to play some classical piece as we marched out of morning assembly. Most of it was lost on me but I remember one glorious morning when he played the Brahms variations. It's a great piece.

Schooldays 2

This one is from my final year in Junior School. It is actually less than 5 months after the previous one for some reason. It is similar to the previous one except for the reference to hard work and very good conduct in class. I was a little bit afraid of Mr Rees and it was only later that my true colours showed. I think Mrs Clark in the previous one was probably more perceptive.

Schooldays 1

I came across this junior school report the other day. I was pleased to find it, as they lost my senior school reports at some point. So "very intelligent" (this is Cwmbran) and "easily distracted and does not put enough effort into his work ... has done some pleasing art work". Not too much change there, perhaps. "Keen participant in sporting activities and is very interested in science" looks distinctly off the radar but I assure you that it was true then even if it is not immediately apparent now I'm in my fifties.

Gwent Castles 08

Castell glas/Green Castle
I think this all but disappeared castle near the Ebbw River is the one connected to Ebbw house in school but I may be wrong. More here.

Gwent Castles 07

Tyssil, CC BY-SA 3.0 <https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0>, via Wikimedia Commons

Caerleon
In school this house was called Isca - short for Isca Silurum, the Roman name for Caerleon (preserved in the name Risca - Yr Isca). This saved confusion with C for Chepstow.
(More here and here)

Gwent Castles 06

Pauline Eccles, CC BY-SA 2.0 <https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/2.0>, via Wikimedia Commons
Monmouth/Mynwy

Gwent Castles 05

Bob McCaffrey from Rickmansworth, UK, CC BY-SA 2.0 <https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/2.0>, via Wikimedia Commons

Raglan (See here)

Gwent Castles 04

Nilfanion, CC BY-SA 4.0 <https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/4.0>, via Wikimedia Commons
Chepstow/Casgwent
(more here)

Gwent Castles 03

Pauline Eccles, CC BY-SA 2.0 <https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/2.0>, via Wikimedia Commons

Usk Castle/Castell Bryn Buga

Gwent Castles 02

Cadw, OGL v1.0OGL v1.0, via Wikimedia Commons

White Castle/Castell Gwyn
I must confess I don't recall ever seeing White Castle (Castell Gwyn).
It's somewhere up Abergavenny way. Looks quite good. 
More here

Gwent Castles 01

Davidmholmes51, CC BY-SA 4.0 <https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/4.0>, via Wikimedia Commons
Skenfrith

What set me off on this was that someone mentioned how Wales is full of castles. I then remembered that in school our houses were named after castles in Gwent. What happened was that the Grammar School I passed for had four houses named after Gwent rivers and the Secondary School it merged with had four houses named after Gwent castles. After the merger, it became eight houses all named after Gwent castles but retaining some connection with the original river names (which must have been Ebbw, Monnow, Severn and Usk or was it Wye?). Ebbw and Usk Castles exist but there is no Monnow, Severn or Wye Castle so they were renamed after Skenfrith (Ynysgynwraidd), Monmouth and White (was it?). I was in Skenfrith - inevitably tagged "Scumfilth" by members of other houses. Skenfrith is a bit off the beaten track and there's not much to look at but I did manage to drag my parents off there one day to at least see it. it looks more impressive in the picture than I remember it all those years ago. (More here).

Newport Glimpse 4, 5


4. Of course, the main thing was getting to see my dad. I walked to the hospital (the Royal Gwent) in the pleasant sunshine. He was easy enough to locate. He looked rather rough - no comb and not eating much. They say he has a touch of pneumonia and gastritis. He was in pain all the time and has got worse since. My dad's not a professing Christian but he had a copy of my book on Proverbs there (my sister I guess). I read some from it but it didn't seem very helpful. We talked about "death bed conversions" - a friend of my sister's appears to have undergone one. My dad was sceptical. I guess I am instinctively but less so as I hear of it happening more.
In situations like that it's easiest to talk of the past. I feel like I know all my dad's stories but now and again he surprises me.
I mentioned Belle Vue Park and it set off a memory for him. When he was about 15 they were doing a firework show there and my dad remembers putting his hand in his jacket pocket. What a shock he had. Someone had put a live toad in his pocket! He never found out who. I don't know, but the way the 65 years just melted away was fascinating.

5. On the way back I ended up sitting next to someone from Cwmbran (Pontnewydd) and we chatted all the way. Sian was off to see her sick sister in London. She turned out to be a year younger than me and to have gone to the same school. We seemed to remember each other vaguely and could easily name 20 or 30 people we both remembered but then there were another 20 names each that rang no bells for the other person. Then there were the Morgans and Evanses and so on whose names were not distinctive enough to do the trick. The worst thing was that both of us struggled even to remember a lot of names - 25 to 35 years is a long time. Even though she now lives in Cwmbran she keeps up with no more people than I do. Teachers were easiest to recall. I often think it would be nice to talk to someone like that and it was - but frustrating too.
We talked about the gospel - if you're a minister, the subject comes easily. She was keen that I knew she believed in God. She thought it so obvious. But when I pressed her - hell is more difficult. She suggested a sort of reincarnation idea - until you get it right. We talked too about our families; Clapton and Akkerman briefly and the Welsh language - how to pronounce the names of the places where we lived, supporting English football teams, etc.

Cyngerdd, Panto, School, etc


These are busy days. Between the end of the Westminster Conference I nipped over to Harlesden to join the family for the younger kids' Christmas Concert. No real dressing up this time just a historical presentation celebrating the 50 year anniversary of the school.
We were honoured with a special mention -
"Rhwng y blawd a'r vol-au-vents a'r canapes - anghofias i son am gyrhaeddiad Brady rhif 1"
(Between the flour and vol-au-vents and canapes - I forgot to mention the arrival of Brady number 1).
The children add - A rhif 2 a 3. Then Gwion says A fi!
Right at the end we have a reference "A Brady arall" (and another Brady) to which Owain adds "rhif 5!"
Yesterday Eleri took them and others from school to a panto. They really enjoyed it but it was spoiled rather for Eleri by the absence of the star - Nigel Havers (oh yes it did!). Eleri's absence meant that I was on duty for Dylan's parent evening. One thing I like about the whole set up is the variety. We spoke to six teachers and only one of them appeared to be English. The others were from Wales, N Ireland, Egypt and two parts of Africa. It's also all very grades focussed. They have all his marks in front of them including the 'F' he came from Junior school with (ie F for 'forgot to pass them on' rather than fail but at least two asked). Not like my day, eh?
Meanwhile, there's the visiting of the sick and tonight the children's clubs then our Christmas social tomorrow. Non-stop!

Taith Cerdded

We were on our annual walk this morning. Ostensibly it is a sponsored walk for the Welsh School but we mainly enjoy the walking and talking. It has been on nearby Hampstead Heath in recent years. It is not normally this late but the weather was so pleasant out there no one complained. The Autumn colours are wonderful. Whenever I go on the Heath I think to myself I must use it more. Perhaps I will. We always see someone famous up there. Last year it was broadcaster Melvyn Bragg. This time it was the actor and comedian Les Dannis. More on the heath here. And here. London Welsh School here. And here.