BUBBLES!!! (Never get these in Denmark either!)
A month of utter madness, having decided on a whim (and on the promise of a 21 000 pound bursary for a 9-month course) to study PGCE Secondary Modern Languages. A fabulous course indeed – but transpiringly requiring min 60 hours work per week (full time job plus full time study) – unfortunately not fitting into the available hours of an oft-sole-caring-due-to-spouse’s-travelling mother-of-three. I deferred my place yesterday (to a time when the children need me less), frantic and sweating, but definitely wiser than before – and with lots of new young friends to boot! During the 4 weeks I was on the course, 2 weeks at uni and 2 weeks working in a school – thoughts of life in Denmark, and how it compared to life here in the UK were never far from my mind.
Here’s some things that happened to and around me during those 4 weeks that would absolutely NEVER have happened in Denmark.
1. Perhaps the most strikingly never-ever-in-Denmark one: the cashier at a supermarket at which I stopped on the way home from school, who, on seeing a hairbrush in my basket, started an extremely long and detailed conversation about haircare – which included an urgent plea for me to feel her ringlets.(“You wouldn’t believe it, but my hair is not coarse at all, even though some people think it looks it. JUST FEEL IT! FEEL IT HERE! Isn’t it soft?”) Well, what else could I do? And I wondered: ‘Would this happen in Fotex?’ And I knew it wouldn’t, couldn’t, ever.
2. At university, everyone on the stairs, in the doorways, in the loos and other public areas, smiled, held doors, said sorry, smiled again, good-morninged in the morning and see-you-tomorrow’ed in the afternoon. It was lovely. Never in Denmark.
3. Utter strangers commented on your parking, likelihood of getting a ticket and kindly offered comprehensive instructions to safer/ cheaper/ better parking areas. Never in Denmark.
4. Friends were made in seconds and minutes – and by a week or so – everyone was good mates. NiD.
5. Hmmm. And I suppose this is the crux of the matter: the mattering of the happy social side. Because the happy social side of life is very very happy here. But how much does it matter as compared with the professional side? I am mildy confused. At the school – Mr, Mrs/ Ms/ Miss something we all were. But when there was no surname, we called each other ‘Sir’ for the men and ‘Miss’ for the women. What? NEVER IN DENMARK!
6. Teachers. And this is to some extent speculation… But, my word!!! How those British teachers SLOG THEIR GUTS OUT. Five, six and seven hours some of them were going WITHOUT A SIP OF WATER or going to the loo. Some of them a whole school day – doing all manner of duties through break and lunch that I am SURE would be illegal in Denmark!?!? Lessons stop and start at the exact same point in time – so noone has chance to walk to another lesson, let alone fetch a glass of water or have a wee before the next. (I lost 3 kilos in 10 days working at that school!) Most of them work from 08:00 until 16:00 without a single breath – to either then stay late to prepare the next day and mark work – or to go home, do their unpaid housework, then start to prepare for the next day and mark work. And every moment they are being judge, measured, assessed, by themselves and by their peers, colleagues and managers. At the school I was at there was even a motivational brownie/ scout-type badge system…..FOR THE TEACHERS!!! And they were all judged on how many badges they sported on their lanyard (ooh – he must be a dedicated a teacher, he has 33 achievement badges clanging round his neck – and I was thinking, perhaps he would have preferred a Christmas bonus??) I would really like to know how the system measures up to the Danish!!
7. Inclusion, equality of opportunity, that kind of thing. On some aspects, the British go to town. Intense and often wonderful full-on initiatives waged with vigour to benefit one or other chosen disadvantaged group. But it is oddly as if every single individual who has not been protected by statute or specifically singled out as a member of a disadvantaged group – a woman from a leafy suburb with a nice car who happens to be a mother as a random example – may well be subject to the full force of millennia of as yet unregulated prejudice. It’s odd. Quite hard to describe. But it would never happen in Denmark!
8. Voluntary work/ trainee salaries/ balance of power. Gosh – the abuse of power that goes on in this country is shocking. Bullying and exploitation seem common place. Even at school, the teachers – though generally great – were seriously abusing their positions – and berating young students in the name of discipline in a way that I had imagined was most probably illegal these days (it was even going out of fashion when I was at school?!)
So – as probably with so many people who have moved house or country – the comparison between what we were/had and what we are/ have got goes on. We’re kind of getting a feel for where this discussion will take us : – ))
PS. I have given the bursary back BTW!