Nobody likes a label

At certain times in my life I’ve been categorised. A cold Brit, who drinks tea on the dot of 5 o’clock and who has a higher moisture tolerance when it comes to the weather. Of course, I’ve been equally likely to categorise those I meet. “Oh, so you went to that school?” “Ah, one of your grandfathers is Sicilian, and the other is from the Basque Country – that explains it!”

If I stopped for a moment before opening my mouth, I would remember of course that categories cannot define a person. We are each made up of our unique experiences – an amazing blend of all the places we’ve been and all the people we’ve known. So, why are we happy to define students in our schools with labels? Continue reading “Nobody likes a label”