Low-level disruption

One of the multiple joys about tutoring compared to classroom teaching is the minimal amount of disruption. Barring technical difficulties, which do happen on occasion, my sessions with students these days are mostly uninterrupted bliss. Lest you think that my working life is now perfect all the time, I shall start with the few occasions on which I have found my one-to-one sessions rudely interrupted, before I move onto more painful recollections from the classroom.

Technical issues in tutoring usually stem from ropey broadband and much of the time can be alleviated by sharing the screen and/or turning cameras off, so the internet has less to cope with. Some clients seem to think that WiFi is not required; my clients this year are pleasingly home-based, but I have had clients in the past who seem to believe that online learning can be conducted on the go. I’ve had students in the back of the car on their way somewhere (I think my favourite was one session that was interrupted by the father 5 minutes in who announced to the child that they had to get in the car – she had no idea where they were going – and continue the session on the hoof). I have met with one student who was all dressed for riding and actually at the stables, attempting to concentrate on boring old Latin right before she got on her horse. I did point out to her parents that this was quite a big ask for an 11-year-old girl who is quite understandably obsessed with ponies, and they took it on board.

Even when at home there can be the odd glitch and sessions with one client have recently assaulted my ears with such an appalling electronic scroobling noise that I could barely hear the child over the din. It sounded like a cross between a fax machine (remember those?) and the old dial-up connection from the early 2000s (remember that?) The problem seems to be fixed now, thank heavens, but it was excruciating while it lasted. Some families need to have it explained to them that conversations in the background can be heard by me through the microphone – this can be quite remarkably distracting. Less distracting but often more painful are the sounds of cooking, cleaning or loading the dishwasher. Many families plug their children into headphones and seem to think therefore that the problem is solved, forgetting that if they are using an open microphone, I can still hear everything that is happening in the vicinity.

None of this, however, comes even close to the agony of what are laughably called “low-level disruptions” in the classroom. This week I read a discussion on EduTwitter that took me back to those days with such accuracy that I felt positively triggered. It is impossible to explain to those who have not worked in the mainstream classroom how utterly dispiriting the slow drip-drip effect of low-level disruption can feel like when you experience it multiple times a day and on every day of the week. You see, in life it’s the little things that grind you down. If a child’s behaviour is massively challenging, that isn’t fun or easy by any means, but it’s A Big Deal that will lead to inevitable consequences. The situation will undoubtedly disrupt your lesson and those consequences may well cause you a whole pile of work, but consequences there will be. Low-level disruption, on the other hand, is tolerated in all but the most well-run (and – for reasons which baffle me – most controversial) schools. Every single example of disruption that I am going to give you will sound unbelievably petty and trivial on its own – but what you have to imagine is those actions performed by dozens of students multiple times per day and causing a glitch in learning. You also have to understand that in schools where the culture is that these things are considered acceptable (which are the majority) you get really hard pushback from the students when and if you challenge it. As a result, much of the time, you have no choice but to accept it. And believe you me, learning suffers as a result.

In the discussion, most of the teachers focused on behaviours which cause a small but excruciating noise in the classroom. Several mentioned the clicking of pens. Several also mentioned the crunching of plastic water bottles; indeed, water bottles in general are an indescribably irritating source of disruption, with children crunching them, shaking them, complaining that they’ve spilt them and asking to refill them. How those of us that attended school in the decades before it was decided that all small humans must have minute-to-minute access to liquid in order not to immediately dehydrate is anybody’s guess. Plastic water bottles are awful but so are those trendy reusable ones, which result in an unholy din when they come crashing to the floor (as they inevitably do). Lest we forget, as a result of all this 24-hour hydration, the number of requests by children to go to the toilet is quite literally insane.

Beyond the realms of noise, we have the next level of physical disruption, which happens most among younger students who seem used to milling about the classroom as if it’s a set of stalls for browsing. I have no idea what goes on in some primary schools, but the most inordinate number of Year 7s seem happily convinced that roaming about the classroom is perfectly acceptable, and some of them doggedly continue with this belief into their later years. A student will suddenly decide that it’s essential for them to put something in the bin, which will of course require sauntering past their mates. Likewise, many students simply cannot resist the urge to turn around, then will argue either that they were not turning round or that they were turning around because somebody asked them an important question or had a simply desperate need to borrow an essential piece of equipment, one which they were supposed to have in the first place. Equipment hassles cause no end of tedium and if I had a £1 for every student who has at some point sliced up, flicked across the room or eaten the shards of their rubber, I would be a wealthy woman.

Other behaviours mentioned included tapping, fake coughing/sneezing and general wriggling, in addition to students putting their head on the desk in a last-ditch attempt at silent protest. At least it’s silent, I suppose, but it’s nevertheless still distracting for those around them and does not indicate a great deal of engagement from the student in question.

Of course, those of us capable of teaching like John Keating in Dead Poets’ Society, who had all of the students in raptures and simply hanging on our every word, prepared to stand on their desks and applaud at our remarkable ability to inspire them, suffered none of these hassles. It is a demonstrable fact that every child who spent more than a few minutes in my presence was simply gripped by imagination and motivated to do their best from the very moment they opened their books. Every single one of them lived and breathed their desire to grasp the fundamentals of the indirect statement and to rote-learn the endings of the 4th declension. No exceptions for me. I merely write this blog to show my empathy with those who may – at times – have not held the room so successfully and so rousingly as I did.

Perhaps the funniest moment ever photographed by the press in a school. A child did a faceplant in frustration (at her own performance!) while being tutored by the then Prime Minister. The various images captured were quickly dubbed, “child speaks for nation”.

Author: Emma Williams

Latin tutor with 21 years' experience in the classroom. Outstanding track record with student attainment and progress.

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