There is a disparity in my light Clarity, I've learned, doesn't guarantee a smooth landing. While the core recalibration manages the internal mechanics, you eventually have to look back out the window and confront the destination. Looking for a new perspective and a striking contrast to normalised assumptions, there is an abstraction to sort through. The abstraction gives way to a jagged, real-world landscape. As the light of intention widens, the splitting of the universe is somehow centred. On one side, there is a blinding, geometric clarity . The sharp, glowing decisions are on the horizon. It slices into deeply set teal patterns of clinical acceptance. It is the architectural precision of a fully realised destination that is cold and uncompromising. On the other side of the divide, the residue of regret refuses to be neatly filed away. They are vibrant, bleeding magentas and crash heavily like a restless king tide that refuses to stop. This is the whole of me. I carry...
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Disengaged students
If the data is consistent 10% of youths between the age of 16 to 18 are not engaged in education, employment, or training (a stitch in time: tackling educational disengagement). The ongoing cost for people who have disengaged will grow ever-increasing as society relies less on unskilled labor.
Technological change, greater labor market flexibility, and economic reforms are transforming the workplace. In Australia the labor growth sections are;
Health Care and Social Assistance
Professional, Scientific and Technical Services
Education and Training
Mining
Construction
The jobs in decline are;
Manufacturing
Agriculture, Forestry and Fishing
The Future Of All Work, And Not Just For Creatives - trends in USA:
“With the avalanche of new products, new technologies, and new ways of working, workers are going to have to become more creative in order to benefit from these changes.”
The disengaged ex-students have a decreasing employment prospect. Has education failed these students?
Whether the answer is yes or no there needs to be a stronger focus on trying to reducing disengaged students.
What are the indicators?
a poor attitude towards learning and enjoyment of learning
a long tail of underachievement
social background & attainment -> deprived backgrounds with good prior attainment
persistent truancy from secondary school
schools that suffers from poor behaviour and image
children from deprived backgrounds
children with special needs
children in local authority care
children with ESL needs
The problem
Whilst the problem of disengagement and the immediate effect of the disengagement is evident in older student groups it is the younger groups that require significant attention. Students are switching off from education at an early stage.
Two questions
How can educators identify and risk manage behavioral disengagement, emotional engagement & cognitive engagement in the early stages of schooling?
If engagement is closely linked to inclusion and if the indicators (above) refer to exclusion how can schools provide a service for the excluded?
Inclusion programs are required however the programs required need to be a differentiated service.
Inclusion programs within sport, recreation, cultural and participatory activities.
Identification programs to provide service support for low-level truancy, health issues, police, pregnancy, drug consumption, and family conflict.
Interventionist programs that support students through high-level truancy, sexual violence, mental health, not residing at home, and family breakdown.
Possible solutions
Inclusion programs will not work if education is primarily focussed on classroom activities. Schools need to enable adaptive learning solutions.
Formal recognition of activities outside of school
The Ethereal Ascent The air in the room is violently still, creating a heavy pressure. She has long stopped looking at the clock, realising that time here is not a sequence but a weight. The waiting room has fractured; the mundane reality of plastic chairs and linoleum flooring splinters into a jagged, stained-glass fever dream. High-pitched frequencies of burning red and sickly blues vibrate as if hardened walls, echoing the frantic noise of a mind that has run out of distractions. Every sharp edge of colour feels like a spiritual siege, a sensory reminder that her momentum has been forcibly halted. There is no use in pacing. There is no use in resisting the authoritative hand of the "in-between." To survive this stall, she must stop fighting the current and become part of the stagnant water. She looks out, as if just awakened, and does the only thing left to recollect. She breathes. She waits. She waits for the shards to align once more. Be Creative and Innovative wit...
I am sealed in this capsule The transition from the static concrete of that waiting room to the pressurised cabin of this jetliner changes the entire physics of my wait. I’m no longer pacing floors or slouching into plastic seats; I've been sealed inside a capsule, and soon to be hurtling through the sky toward China. Now that I'm finally buckled in, my restlessness hasn't disappeared, but at least I’ll soon gain altitude. I look around and can see exactly how this emotional shift plays out in other lives. There is an initial sense of order and quiet relief. I see the neat rows of seats, the soft symmetry of the aisle, and the steady, reassuring presence of the flight attendant, offering the illusion of control. The ceiling washes into soft, atmospheric blues and teals. I imagine the sky outside. I can feel the collective breath of a hundred passengers all transitioning into the same forced pause. For a moment, my world feels structured, clean, and neatly aligned. I know ...
It is raining in Taipei (A Jazz Ballad for a Warm Rainy Day) Left my umbrella folded, didn’t care Stepped into a street that shimmered everywhere Neon bleeding red and green Where the wet world makes a mirror of everything Some dressed in a ghost-white cape Life slips on by—no honk, no haste Just the rhythm on the awning And the smell of Taipei in the rain Oh, rain on the asphalt, warm and slow Where the city leans in soft and low No place to go, nowhere to be Just the rain, just the rain, just the rain and me And when I dry off and turn the key I won’t remember what I saw, you see I’ll remember how I slowed enough to feel That surrender is the only thing that’s real Shhh… just the rain… Mmm, just the rain. Yeah. Be Creative and Innovative with Knowledge John Bennett - AKA JJFBbennett , is an independent artist. You can view and subscribe to my work via Blogger , YouTube , Flicker , Facebook , Instagram and Deviant Art . Subscribe to JJFBbennett's private ...
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