This post answers the 25th question from my TeacherToolkit Thinking page of Thunks.
With the start of the summer term upon us, and many schools that ‘have uniforms’ as school policy, most may contemplate a ‘summer-uniform, or at least allow student-councils to debate the issue, should the British climate decide to warm up! This particular post forms the 25th Thunk of my 100 educational-thunk series and follows a distinct composition that you will all be very familiar with… You can read them all here; or why not write your own and become one of my Guest-Thunkers for my blog.
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To uniform, or not to uniform, that is the question:
Whether ’tis better in the body to suffer,
The aches and pains of outrageous clothing,
Or to take protest against a myriad of variations.
And by opposing, punish them: to detain, to ridicule.
No more; and with a sanction, to say we end.
The despondency, and the thousand-or-so students,
That comply the rules to? ‘Tis an achievement.
Devout students wish. To die this abhorrent strap,
To rest, perchance to stupor; Aye, there’s the test,
For in that stupor of toil, what dreams may come,
When we have lurched off this mortal coil.
Must give us peace.
There’s the respect;
That makes catastrophe of long schooling:
For who would bear the polyester and cottons of time.
The teacher’s wrong, the proud student’s slurs,
The aches of repelled beauty, the conduct’s delay;
The insolence of student, and the don.
That child’s merit of the unqualified supplier,
When he himself might his receipt make,
With a bare hem; who would bear the fable?
To grunt and sweat under a sapped education,
But the dread of something after detention.
The undiscovered sanctions, from whose classroom,
No student returns, baffled the will;
And makes us rather bear those garments we have,
Than fly to others that we know not of.
Thus standards do not make cowards of us all,
And thus the shaded source of conduct,
Is poor o’er, with the fear of thinking,
And ventures of great courage and moment,
With this regard their uniform turn uneven,
And lose the crest or motto. Calm you are now,
Thy fair uniform? Young, in education
Be all my wrongdoings remembered.
by the sentient mind of a quizzical Headteacher.
Written and posted by @TeacherToolkit