I sat my 11 plus without knowing anything about it. I was an arny brat and had an itinerant life before 11. In my last junior school year, I had one term in a school in one country, a term in transit between postings when I didn't go to school at all and the last term in an army junior school in another country.
A few weeks into my time at my new school, a teacher came into the classroom and asked if there was anyone in the class who hadn't done their 'Moray House'. 'Please, sir,' I said, 'What is the Moray House?', at which point I was told to go with the teacher.
I and about half a dozen other children were taken into a classroom and sat down to do tests, one english, one verbal reasoning and two maths papers. So I sat down and did them. I had no idea why or what for. A few weeks later my parents got a letter to say I would be going to the army grammar school.
I am sure I did well in this test because no one had even mentioned the tests to me, let aalone got me worried about them. I did the same when my children did entry exams at 11. I bought them some books of papers, of the kind they could expect to get and left them with them. They quite enjoyed doing them, but I didn't make them do them and they didn't have any coaching and probably did much better because they were untroubled. My DGC had parents who were completely laid back over SATs, again the children weren't worried because their parents weren't.
It is the adults in childrens lives that get them worked up and distressed about these tests.
If children are being tested on something, they presumably have to be taught it first. It would be lovely for children to have a happy playful education, with little concentration on learning the basics, but that is what we had at one point. We also had rocketing rates of illiteracy and innumeracy.
At any point in life, learning the basics of anything is a grind and there is no way round it.
Is it rude to not finish a book club choice that was selected by someone else?



