Guest blog by Tom Bennett
They’re not actually exploding, but the effect they have on a classroom is similar. I’ve been asked on to the Big Couch of BBC Breakfast this Saturday to talk about the impact phones have in schools, and to consider the proposed White paper legislation that makes it easier for schools to search students for contraband...which now means anything that a school defines it as. So if we choose, we can shake them down for anything on the school’s naughty list.
One of the problems phones present is that the technology that sired them has far outstripped our society’s ability to keep up with the cultural implications. A decade ago phones were still a luxury product; now it won’t be long before they’re considered to be one of the essential social indicators of existence below the poverty line. I mean, we still call them mobile phones, for God’s sake. You’d be harder pressed to find a phone that wasn’t mobile these days. It’s like calling a radio ‘wireless,’ or prefixing it with ‘transistor’.
Teachers need to realise that for many students, these aren’t optional artefacts- they’re an intrinsic piece of clothing, more akin to spectacles or underpants. To try to prohibit them from school premises is, unless the children are extremely biddable, doomed to failure. In order not to persistently fail, a school policy needs to be one of tolerant intolerance; we accept you have them, but if we see them, you lose it. They provide such an irresistible irritation, an itch to be tended and soothed, like a tiny plastic Tamagotchi, that many children could no more ignore its coos and gurgles than a crack addict could resist scratching a scab. So, away they go, out of sight and away from temptation.
In reality, these new search powers aren’t anything new- we’ve had powers of a sort like this already. Schools almost never use them, because we’re not comfortable running through someone’s bag for anything less exciting than a knife or narcotics. Anything less just isn’t worth the fireworks. And unless you work in Waterloo Road (and God help you if you do) then nobody really wants to frisk the kids. Lynx is toxic beyond a certain point of concentration.
I look forward to sharing this with Charlie and Suzanna on Saturday. I suspect I’m on the 6.10 slot, which is a joy unto itself. If you catch me, I imagine you’re a shift worker, an insomniac or a student. In which case, can I have my essay please?
Tom Bennett
Teacher, Raine’s Foundation school
Author, Not Quite a Teacher, preview below