In a recent discussion with my fourth years (15-16 year olds) we touched on the issue of why we choose to do what we do and what we hope to get back for doing it. It was in the context of a lesson where we were considering the motivations the people caught up in the current migration flux of people from Syria, Afghanistan and North Africa. I wanted to get the pupils to think for a moment about what circumstances might cause them to want to relocate to a different country.
For my groups of fifteen year olds the idea of going to live in a different country because it offers a better paid job is an apparently very easy and obvious step to make. What is perhaps more interesting is to see how they almost believe they simply have a right to pursue such a route. Whether they accept it as a right for others is often somewhat less clear.
The immigration related discussion is of course a complex and heavily charged one. But a lighter exchange also took place when I reminded the class that I too was an immigrant having moved from the UK to the Netherlands back in the nineties. “What was your motivation for coming here sir?”. I think most of them actually already knew, but teenagers normally like to hear a bit of personal biography from their teachers. Initially I said that I came to the Netherlands because I liked Dutch art so much, but not surprisingly, they didn’t believe me, so I set about recounting the love story that did bring me this way. It’s a nice story to tell how my wife and I met, but it does also illustrate well how as a student you can temporarily be abroad, meet someone, and all of a sudden the route of life can take a sharp bend and you too, as I found, can be caught up in your own immigration story. I know for sure that when my wife travelled to England, in her early twenties, for her university placement he wasn’t anticipating coming back with a new relationship that was going to have such far reaching effects!
These pupils sit on the cusp of great changes in their lives. In two years many will be on the point of also setting off on the journey through a university education. If we return for a moment to that initial question of what motivates us to do what we do. The financial angle is always the first one that pupils name, they all want to be wealthy and own big houses and nice cars. But I would always ask them to consider other motivations and rewards they might hope for, and can offer a few of my own. One such reward is the very possibility to be able to talk with them about these sort of issues. By doing so you hope to open their eyes a little to different perspectives on the adult world that they, in the not too distant future, will be stepping into. It is so enjoyable and rewarding to engage with them in this way. They are all entering a period of a number of years of transition.
I was all too reminded of this earlier this week when I waved my own son (aged 18) off on a post exams adventure with two friends through Scandinavia and on to Saint Petersburg. He will learn so much from this three-week journey. As a parent this isn’t always easy when you are used to being close at hand to offer help and advice when needed.
I really shouldn’t complain though, how out of touch am I with the group of young travelers? They’ve been away for five days, we’ve engaged text messages, photos have been posted on Facebook and I can see exactly what the weather is like where they are. I made a similar trip nearly thirty years ago with two friends. We set off around Europe and in three weeks I don’t think I contacted my parents once, we just turned up again one day. Sorry mum and dad, I’m feeling increasingly guilty about that this week!
Apology accepted! We were talking about this very thing the other day, ie the ease of communication now, compared with how it used to be. However, I do have a letter you wrote to us three weeks after you left home for Wimbledon and also some more letters when you were in Holland, including a set of black and white photos of your accommodation in Bennekom, the house with the spiral staircase. I have letters too from Jonathan when he was at Wimbledon, and several from Matthew when he was in USA. I think you must have sent or phoned some communication when you were backpacking, but I only remember Lucie phoning us when you were in Poland. She was worried because she hadn’t heard anything. We hadn’t either, but I think we did eventually. So, all things considered, you three didn’t do too badly with communications, such as they were in those far off days. It’s a wonderful bonus to be able to hear and see Ruben’s progress so easily. Mumx
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Judy, I’m moved to read how you treasured Peter’s letters over the years, like I foster the assignments of my sons as little tinkerers in primary school…. Good question: what motivates us to do what we do.Precious to be able to talk with your students about these sort of issues.