Aqa Eng1h Ins Nov14

General Certificate of Secondary Education
Higher Tier
November 2014
English/English Language
Unit 1
ENG1H
Understanding and producing non-fiction texts
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Source 1: an online newspaper article called, Children are sent to school

too young in the UK by Deborah Orr
Source 2: an article called, Island children bask in the glow of a virtual
classroom, miles from everyone by Lindsay Mclntosh
Source 3: Home Time, an extract from a non-fiction book by
Jane Lapotaire.
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Children are sent to school too young in the UK

Deborah Orr
Theres a huge difference between the way children
are taught in Britain and the way they are taught in
the rest of Europe: the age at which formal
education begins.
In most European countries, children usually start
formal education at six to seven, rather than our
four to five. Finland has the best educational
outcomes in the EU: it not only boasts a high level
of income equality but also has the highest age for
beginning formal education which is seven, a full
three years later than many children in the UK.
There are many reasons why its not necessarily a good idea to get children learning in an academic
way at too early an age. People tend to think that this only puts pressure on the less bright kids.
Actually, its not good for the majority of children academically or psychologically. But, interestingly,
it can be the brightest children who do least well when their natural curiosity about the world, and
eagerness to learn about it, is stifled if they start formal school too early.
People think that clever kids will always be spotted and always thrive. Its a wrong assumption.
The charity Potential Plus UK argues that such children often under-achieve for a variety of reasons,
including: an inability to manage time; disorganisation and frequently losing things; problems with
friendships; bullying; being disruptive in class; difficulty concentrating; overall poor presentation of work
resulting in resisting work that is more challenging because of the fear of failure.
It seems like a ghastly vision, the idea that children are being forced into formal schooling too early,
then being diagnosed with learning difficulties when they react badly to the straitjacket that has been
laced around them at too tender an age. This must be particularly awful for children whose intellect
isnt stimulated enough at home. Imagine. You find yourself in an environment where there are books
and toys, other children to play with, adults who engage with you, then just as the possibilities of the
world are blossoming like fireworks in your head, youre told to sit down, be quiet, and concentrate on
one thing to the exclusion of everything else.
Some children thrive on it. Many do not. In the UK, there seems to be little understanding of the fact
that under-achievement at school can simply be because our highly standardised education system is
inappropriate, not because there is necessarily a learning difficulty.
Start the wrong child learning formally at five, and by seven, he and boys do have a bigger problem
here could well have had enough of education to last him a lifetime.
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Source 2
Island children bask in the glow of a virtual

classroom, miles from everyone
Lindsay Mclntosh
The school could hardly be more remote. Bernera Primary, with its pupil roll of 19, lies at the end of
six miles of single-track road running through a beautiful, barren Western Isles landscape.
The island population about 200 is reached by a white bridge. The children make only one
official trip to the Scottish mainland during their school career.
Yet Bernera has become central to one of the most innovative education schemes in Scotland, its
remoteness serving as the key to an experiment in virtual learning that has enabled pupils anywhere
in the country to attend lectures, participate in discussions or take part in events such as talent
contests.
Known as Glow, it is claimed to be the worlds first national education intranet, and has been
winning world-wide praise. It was introduced after the Scottish government decided that it wanted to
advance IT use in the countrys schools.
Schools around the country can take part in Glow meets, where they connect via webcams and
can see the same virtual whiteboard. Bernera was one of the first schools to start using Glow.
When The Times visited, head teacher Kirsteen Macleans 19 pupils were involved in a Glow meet
with Girvan Primary in Ayrshire on the mainland. The island school has taught the mainlanders
some of the Scots language using the virtual whiteboard. Ms Maclean said: Glow really opens
up the classroom to beyond this building. It helps them see kids in other types of school doing the
same type of work and that they are no different.
The Times Jan 2010
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Source 1: Adapted from Children are sent to school too young in the UK by Deborah Orr. Copyright Guardian News & Media Ltd 2013.
Photograph: Students writing in a classroom Compassionate Eye Foundation/Chris Ryan/Taxi/Getty Images.
Source 2: Adapted from Island children bask in the glow of a virtual classroom, miles from everyone by Lindsay McIntosh. Copyright
The Times Jan 2010. Photograph James Glossop for the Times Jan 2010.
Source 3: Home Time from Everybodys Daughter, Nobodys Child Jane Lapotaire.
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Source 3
It is the 1950s and Jane, who lives with her Gran, has recently started at Northgate Grammar School
for Girls.
Home Time
The wind rushed past my ears blotting out all other sounds.
Shops and houses flew by, blurring into one long shape at either side of my vision. There was a
group of Northgate boys ahead in their black and red uniforms. I had to overtake them. It was a
race, though they didnt know it.
The wind threatened to lift my beret off my head. I held the handlebars with one hand and shoved it
down lower over my fringe. My blue and green scarf streamed out behind me. I clicked the
three-speed and pedalled faster. I was impressive. I was sure people on the pavement were
watching me admiringly as I sped along. I took one hand off the handlebars again and shifted the
weight of my satchel from the middle of my back to my shoulders. I had homework to do. That was
impressive too. It impressed me. We never had homework at Cliff Lane.
The street lights were coming on, piercing the dusk with pools of white. Past the bakery in
Caudwellhall Road that emitted a band of warm yeast smell in the mornings that was a delight to
cycle through. They bought our school doughnuts and cream buns from there for break.
I didnt mind school dinners, though. We had jam sponge with coconut on it that came with a treacly
fruity sauce and cheese pudding, unlike anything Gran had ever made, served out of deep tin dishes
by the monitor on our table. The sixth form and prefects sat at tables raised on a dais at the far
end of the room, grand and remote. No one knew I had free school dinners except my form. My
name went in a separate book each morning. But no one knew that, once I was in the canteen.
The windows of the long, low room were always steamed up, making it impossible to see the netball
courts and hockey pitches outside - but it was always full of chatter and laughter. I liked it.
I overtook a Vespa* that had slowed down at the traffic lights near Derby Road Station. An icy rain
had begun to fall, pricking my face and misting up my shiny handlebars. I felt unassailable. There
were a couple of older Northgate girls ahead of me who lived in Hatfield Road, chatting as they
cycled together. I overtook them easily - applied both my brakes and came to a squeaking halt at
Felixstowe Road.
I was hot, but Id beaten everyone. I readjusted my satchel on my shoulders again and turned round
to check that no books had fallen out of my saddle-bag behind me in my race to get home. A car
honked somewhere behind me and I realised the lights were green. Cobbolds horses stood outside
the Royal Oak breathing great jets of steam-like breath into the cold air, stamping their hooves on the
cold tarmac.
I cycled up the dip in the pavement and scooted along on one pedal till I reached the shed. It was
difficult to believe that Id played in this dark musty space for months on end. I didnt play in sheds
any more now that I went to Northgate.
I didnt play with Margaret Whitman and Margaret Hayward any more either. I was a grammar
school girl.
*Vespa a motor scooter fashionable at the time
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General Certificate of Secondary Education

Understanding and producing non-fiction texts

Source 1: an online newspaper article called, Children are sent to school

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Life & Style Travel

Children are sent to school too young in the UK

Island children bask in the glow of a virtual

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