Wednesday 8 February 2012

Pity

Do you know what poverty looks like in a school like mine? It's not scruffy children, although there are plenty of them, in uniform falling apart or too small. It's not dirty children, although smell can be a fairly good indicator of parental income apart from after they've had PE (in which case, open the windows! Yes, it's cold, Sam. Be quiet.). No, where you see it is in the boy reading the posters in the corridor, the two girls sat against the wall staring into space, the 11 year old slowly swinging on the bannisters. At 7.45 in the morning.

I arrive at school at about 7.45. The students don't have to be here until 8.50, but the few I see every morning have obviously been there some time when I arrive. I'd hazard a guess at 7am, as that's when school's open. Do you know why they're there? It's nothing to call social services about, they're not running away. But school, you see, is heated. At the moment, it's quite cold outside at 7am, and these children's houses aren't heated.