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Apr 29

Former student visits Ikoba Secondary School in Uganda

For nearly two months I have been living and teaching at Ikoba Girl’s Secondary school. Aside from teaching the girls, each day consists of some sport, lots of singing and dancing and eating posho and beans; which I will come to later.

While I have been here I have been teaching English, ICT and sport. The English lessons have included lots of poetry and creative writing; once the girls feel free to be creative they can write some amazing poems. The most popular topicsarecows and Ikoba but my favourites always include the mention of me or my dog back home! The computer lessons are often the most rewarding because after teaching a class I will often find students working away to carry out the same task alone and they are always eager to learn more. When it comes to the sport lessons I am no expert but just taking them out means they all get involved. They love playing football and cricket but they are all very competitive no matter what the game! They are all really looking forward to the new playground which will be funded by money raised by Redcliffe in the 10 year celebrations because at the moment they play on uneven and rocky terrain.  

 

 

 

While I have been here I have seen just how much the partnership has helped everyone at this school.

 

 

Once lessons have finished at 4.40 the girls are free for a couple of hours. This is when we make mango juice, play chess or listen to my music and dance- many have learnt the Macarena and every word to ‘shake it off’ by Taylor Swift! The girls eat posho (maize flour mixed with water) and beans for most meals and I usually join them. They don’t complain about the food though because they are always so grateful for what they are given,especially when they get soda on a special occasion like Easter!

The girls work very hard every day; not only do they have to go to morning preps from 5 am and night preps from 7.30 until 10pm they have to carry out their domestic tasks. When I arrived I did not know how to properly wash my clothes by hand or collect water but each weekend without fail a small army is on hand to show me how it is done and they always make it look so easy- but it’s not! I also had to get used to bathing from a basin and the delights of a latrine, but then you soon realise that really it is nothing and although I would love to have a shower everyone here is so amazing that I would easily leave running water and constant electricity to be with them. One day it was discovered that there was no water left in the water tank that we usually collect water from so it was announced that there was a water crisis! We all had to walk for over 3km with our jerry cans to collect water, a distance some people usually have to walk, and although we walked back in the dark people did not complain.

 

 Washing and collecting water

    


While I have been here I have also been involved in a few celebrations with the school and they are always joyous and filled with lots of singing and dancing. The school had a thanksgiving celebration following their good results last year where the main celebrant was the bishop and there was cake for everyone! I joined some of the girls who took part in the Women’s Day march with lots of other girls from local schools, the police and the army. The most exciting celebration though was the celebration of the partnership. As well as lots of singing and traditional dancing students read out poems about the partnership and everything it has done for them as well as the love the partnership brings.

 

 

...it doesn’t matter that there is no power for a while when you are surrounded by people who are filled with so much love and appreciation.

 

 

My time here has been amazing. There have been times when I look around and wonder why life here is still so hard- why do they not surface the roads when they say they will so that the crowded minibus I am in gets stuck in mud after the rain and makes it so hard for teachers to get to school each day? But then I realised that it doesn’t matter that there is no power for a while when you are surrounded by people who are filled with so much love and appreciation. While I have been here I have seen just how much the partnership has helped everyone at this school- from fixing dormitory roofs and buying stoves for the kitchen to a cow which the school sells milk from, the money that has been raised over the past 10 years has helped so much. But not only has the money helped there is a bond between the schools which is very special.

 

Isabelle Ward

 

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Isabelle is a former student of SMRT and visited Ikoba this year.

 

 

 

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Jan 25

Character Education

The Church of England is responding to the national interest in character education at the moment.  Simon Stevens (Assistant Head) was involved in the working party which produced the report as part of this process. We both presented at the conference, which launched the report, and were privileged to be able to speak about the SMRT Alive programme and its impact. 

Alive is one of the case studies in the report (p18), which we reckon is well worth a read. The following video gives a flavour of the conference:

 

 

We were really impressed by the range of schools represented and by the lead Bishop on Education, Rt. Rev. Stephen Conway.

 

Elisabeth Gilpin

Headteacher

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Sep 11

Exam results - excellent again!

We are really pleased with our students that they have worked hard and achieved such great results. We are particularly proud of those who have achieved against the odds.

 

GCSE

We have secured a rise on last year's results of 3% with 73% of students getting five A*-C including English and Maths. An amazing third of the grades achieved were A* or A, with 60% of the grades being B or above. This is our best result in four years despite the bar being raised yet again! We are particularly pleased that many students have done so well in maths with 80% of students getting A*-C grades and 53% getting a B, A or A* grade!

 

I am delighted for our students that these great grades open the doors to further study in school, college or through apprenticeships. They have had a great attitude to their studies and made good use of all the extra revision sessions and support that generous staff have put on for them, it is a real team effort of students, parents, teachers and support staff and we are really proud of everyone's contribution.

 

A-level

We are delighted with the A level results this year at St Mary Redcliffe and Temple School. The A level pass rate is 99.3% with 64% of grades being B and above.  This equals our best ever set of results

 

 

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Students have followed their passions and studied a wide range of subjects with us. The courses they are going on to at university are as varied as Medieval and Modern Languages at Cambridge, Politics, Philosophy and Economics at Manchester, medicine at Cardiff, Physics at Southampton and Animal Behaviour at Plymouth. We also have two students with places at prestigious American universities, one of them following in Hilary Clinton’s footsteps. What has impressed us is how well students have researched their options and really thought about what they want to study at university or what they want to do when they leave school. They have shown a maturity, thoughtfulness and intelligence in their decision making that reflects them taking full responsibility for their futures. I am inspired by the way our students have made the most of all the learning opportunities on offer to them and by the way the staff have supported them through any difficulties. 


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Kyiah and Nell

 

The wonderful results are a credit to the hardworking students, the inspirational teachers, caring support staff and nervous parents! For many of the students at Redcliffe sixth form we are building on GCSE results the students achieved in other schools. I am proud of our whole school community and the wider Bristol educational community. Our young people have really made us proud!

 

Mrs Gilpin

Headteacher

 

 

Jul 10

Charity thanks SMRT for fundrasing

The Canynges house charity this year was the Roy Castle Lung Cancer Foundation. The charity have put together a special video to thank pupils and staff at your school for their support.

 

It really is massively appreciated, and I hope the video will help highlight how far the money raised will go.Emma Newnes, Roy Castle Lung Foundation

 

 

 

 

Mar 25

My time in Ikoba

Tim Moller, SMRT Gap Year student, is spending two months at Ikoba School. This is his account and reflection on his experience.

“Ikoba!” the girls sing rambunctiously, “Ikoba’s moving forward day by day! Glory be to God.” The sound at a few minutes to eight in the morning of the assembled students of Ikoba Girls’ Secondary School chanting their school anthem never fails to ensure I am awake as it wafts serenely down the slope that leads from the school building to the bungalow that has been my home for the last six weeks. That, and the bird (genus: species unknown) that sounds like Mr. Punch – he of the warbling “that’s the way to do it” - are a welcome accompaniment to my African mornings.Picture1

 

I am teaching at Ikoba School up until Easter, my plan then being to travel independently down the African continent towards South Africa. I have been teaching English, ICT (to both the students and staff!) and also a splash of Mathematics, as well as helping the Reverend Fred learn some more of the tunes for the ubiquitous “Hymns for today’s church” hymnal. Fred approached me very early on in my stay asking if I would preach on Easter Sunday, and took the early notice as an advantage to begin preparing. Combined with this, I have had a personal project to continue the teaching of Chess, which was introduced by one of our fellow travellers in the Bristol-Masindi partnership, and part of this involves visiting her partner school once a week and playing with them too.

I treat my domestic existence as a sort of elongated DofE expedition. My morning Weetabix and coffee is taken with powder milk, and anything remotely sweet is secured by copious numbers of elastic bands in food bags to stop the ants from setting up an independent country inside. Taking inspiration from the resourcefulness I have seen in students at the school, I quickly divided an old water bottle in two, the bottom half serving as a tooth-mug and the top as a cup to allow me to scoop water up and throw over myself when I take a “shower”. I say “shower” because the process is one of standing in an open concrete block with a basin of (hopefully) warm water. The water temperature depends on whether there is power to allow me to use an electric hotplate on loan from the Science department, if not I “do as the locals do” and use cold, which is okay in the evening when the concrete is still hot from a day of exposure in the sun, but is positively chill-making if tried in the opening hours of Picture2the day.

Here the dry season is extending indefinitely, but should have ended in the first weeks of March. We had an incredible hail storm on Saint David’s Day but other than that the country is dry with bush fires beginning to eat up the crops, the red Ugandan earth being bleached pale by the unconcerned and uncaring sun and the school running out of water. The situation is recursive:there is increasingly less electricity to power the pump at the village well to the school entirely because there is less water to power the dams to generate the electricity. The line of multi-coloured jerricans stretched along 20 meters of bumpy ground next to the tank in the hope that we will get water soon reminds me of the colourful houses of Totterdown or Clifton Wood in Bristol leering precariously up on their respective hills, but that is me making light of the situation. The near-drought means that most mornings the girls set out early (5am, but they’re awake anyway) for the nocturnal trip to the village well. My first action each day is to tentatively hit the light switch as the barometer of whether we have power. That I and the other members of staff have electricity in our houses at all puts us in the top 1% of the population living in the Bunyoro kingdom. I know I speak on behalf of all the staff that live on the school site when I say that I am so thankful to Saint Mary Redcliffe and Temple School for providing the funds to enable this project to be completed in this last year. 

My neighbours are in charge of teaching me the Runyoro language. Currently my favourite sentence is: “Tugende Hakiyembe” [to-gen-day hack-ee-em-bay] (which means “we go under the mango-tree”). Just as I am enjoying my forays in the local lingo, I take great delight in learning bits of “Uglish” or the very idiomatic Ugandan-English. One of my favourites is the use of the adjective “dirty” as a sort of Victorian-English verb, “Will it not dirten you?” I have been asked, when I offered to throw about the dust covered netball for Senior One’s PE lesson. Along with “taking” tea and “sloping down” the hill when I return home in the evening, I have adopted “dirten” into the Moller-lexicon.Picture3

Uganda and Ugandans never fail to surprise and delight me. I would like to make three observations. First, that women and men alike think nothing of taking me by the hand affectionately as we walk along. Secondly, in Ugandan churches part of the offertory giving invariably includes banana plants and sugar cane and maize and eggs and beans and live chickens (you get the idea) to be auctioned off to increase the collection. In one rural church (where the service was conducted entirely in Runyoro) I was asked to start off the selling. Finally Ugandans have an exceptional memory for faces and events; one Saturday in Masindi town I found a man coming up to me excitedly recounting that we met at Saint Mary Redcliffe in 2013, and asking how is Ikoba and “by the way” how is my hat after it was carried off by the wind into the Nile a couple of weeks ago? It transpired he was a teacher from another school in the wider Bristol-Masindi Schools’ Partnership. His memory was humbling but also quite discerning, he is representative in that the whole of Masindi seems to know of my existence!

Staying on the school site has allowed me to witness the beautiful daily ritual of “Prayers,” sung after Evening Prep at 10pm every night. This is a joyful and near raucous celebration of God. The chorus, whose varying melodic lines weave in and out of one another with characteristic ease, is amplified to a heavenly height by the corrugated iron roof over its head. Tables turn into makeshift drums, and the chink of the joining screws rattling as the wood is rhythmically beaten has become the eponymous sound of the service. All wrapped up in a concise 25 minutes (a novelty for African church - the Sunday I turned auctioneer the service ran to 4 hours), the girls subdue their singing for a personal confession which they all murmur together first as a quiet whisper, with the volume slowly building until it is like a raging hornet’s nest ready to explode, the sound ricocheting off the roof and bouncing back down to them, each girl caught up in her own lamentations but equally racing to be the girl to choose the final hymn by finishing first. She starts singing, and they all eventually join in, before The Grace is said and they all retire to their dorms for the night.

For me Prayers is certainly the most enjoyable part of day with the assuring regularity of this daily worship creating a feeling of comfort that I can best compare to that of the daily English Evensong. If I don’t join them I sit on my veranda to watch and listen to the silhouetted figures joyously affirming their faith. Prayers finishes a day that begins with the anthems for School, Country and the East African Community. While everything between it and Prayers doesn’t always run to time (except my lessons, I am meticulously Swiss in my teaching time-keeping) the day at least always begins and ends on time, which by African standards is something!

I have been so incredibly happy Picture4during my time at Ikoba School. It occurred to me back on Ash Wednesday that when I preach in the school service on Easter Sunday I will have spent the whole of Lent living here, and on first observation one could argue that what I have given up for Lent is the Western Way of Life. I don’t myself like the image of penance and denying oneself which the phrase “giving up” implies. On the contrary I have been given such an incredible opportunity to be part of a community whose live is extraordinarily different to my own. This, I have revelled, nae even thrived, in, even if I do insist on taking Weetabix for breakfast! 

 

 

 

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