TTS (Traditional teaching style)

The quad was alive with laughing, smiling faces and cheerful teachers. I walked into room 10 and 11 (GRILL). My mouth dropped open in shock, What was going on?

I looked around at the deserted classroom wondering if this was a joke or not.

Ding!!! The school bell had rung. Room 10/11 rushed in and sat on chairs behind behind their named old school desks. Mr Robertson strided into the classroom with

Miss Gordon behind. Mr R’s choice of clothing was weird. He wore shiny black shoes, a pair of dark grey pants with a blue shirt and tie. Miss Gordon's clothes were even weirder. She wore a long kilt that looked like a picnic blanket with a belt tied to it, a white shirt and a dark blue jacket. Miss Gordon stood at a lectern and called out both classes rolls. Next was the national anthem. “Stand” called Miss Gordon in a very strict tone. We stood obediently “We will now sing the national anthem” said Miss Gordon so we sang.

When we had finished it was time for basic facts. A sheet of see through paper with times tables and division facts printed on it was placed on the OHP.  Mr Robertson used a pointer to get us children to read out the basic facts and their answers. “LOUDER” yelled Mr Robertson we obeyed 7x8=56 9x8=72 9x9=81 !!!

It was now time for shakespeare. BORING!!!!!! We read a poem from shakespeare and chose a line to memorise and recite to the class. Then came spelling and dictionary skills. We also had to do stuff with an abukiss.

Ding! the morning tea bell rang “get your lunch boxes out and bite your food on my command… bite! bite! bite! its time for marching practice now”said Mr Robertson in a strict tone. The children of rooms 10 and 11 (grill) lined up across the quad “left, right, left, right” shouted Mr R so we marched swinging our legs while laughing and confused children watched us march. after our marching practise the teachers organised us into play groups and gave us only one hula hoop per play group. each group had a specific area on the quad to play in. After half an hour of pure torture the bell rang again we rushed into the class and sat in our seats. “I didn’t say you could leave did I! “no” we ran back outside to scared to even look back “you can come back inside now” Miss Gordon yelled across the quad.

Room 10 and 11 (Gri11) found out that this WAS all a joke to show us the traditional teaching style. We completed a PMI and a chalk talk about how we felt. While we were doing that Mr R and Miss G came out dressed completely normal!!!!!!!

I’m glad that’s all over.