The story so far

I PACKED THIS MYSELF is a project working with migrant workers and local communities in Cornwall, which started in 2006. The aim: to break down prejudice and increase understanding



Showing posts with label Penrice College. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Penrice College. Show all posts

Monday, 7 March 2011

A review of the week from Bartek

Bartek Lorbiecki has been helping us with workshops over the past couple of months. Born in Poland, he now lives and works in St Ives in a hotel - all while studying accountancy.
He's been a very thoughtful co-worker - witness his detailed review of last week's workshops at Penrice School, St Austell.

"I was impressed that head teacher’s assistant (Mr Woods) was waiting for us (not only on Monday but every other day accompanying us and having a nice chat while drinking coffee). As we have learned, he was a Geography teacher so if anybody he should know quite a lot about migration.
Entering the school, I noticed a big suitcase and he explained that he did set a competition where students had to make a big poster showing what they would take going for a long time abroad. What was surprising comparing to other schools was a discipline at Penrice...it was palpable in the air that there is great respect for the teachers in that school (you know I like it).
On Tuesday ...year seven had a very unique assembly – thinking of what they would take for a long journey and checking what was in a Portuguese suitcase and then asking me what I had in mine when I came to England). There were quite a few really good pieces of writing saying something like that: ‘my life in Cornwall is ok and I will be back home after I pick another 400 000 cabbages:)’.
Wednesday was completely different as it was a drama group (apart from the fact that we were late a few minutes having satellite navigation frozen and missing our left turn). Again, that teacher did a great job starting assembly by asking the students to think of how it feels to live in a foreign country. I was more than surprised seeing no desks in a classroom and when I expressed that to the teacher she said they usually don’t use chairs either (they did only because we were there)! They were a really nice and friendly group and we had lots of fun there.
On Thursday we had another drama group. Driving there I discussed with Jo a small change as instead of telling them a story about two fingers I wanted pupils to perform this situation with me in front of everybody. However, before I could do it we (6 students from this class and I) were taken to the library for a brief photo session with suitcases of travelers. The photographer said that it will appear next week in ‘Cornishman’ or ‘West Briton’. After coming back to the classroom we performed a short role play and it worked perfectly well!!! A girl with red hair sitting next to us burst laughing really loudly and even those few students who seemed to be a bit negative about foreign workers at the beginning suddenly became really interested in what was going on. At the end they had to prepare a small play showing their lives as people who came to work on a farm. I have already seen somebody chopping his finger off but this time a person has lost a leg!!!
After seeing that I said to Jo on our way back that tomorrow I will take my digital camera so we can record some of them. However, on Friday I had to get up much earlier as we had a fire alarm at 5.30 in the morning and we had to evacuate the guests (at the hotel in St Ives). When it started ringing (not knowing what was going on) I had to dress myself in a minute as I was not sure If I come back before catching a bus to Camborne. Because of that I completely forgot to take my camera!
At school we had year 11 during assembly and then year 10 drama group for a workshop. I thought that they were very stressed sitting there, but I think that they were much more brave than me having my Maths exams. Before taking Mechanics I was like a huge jelly! Our workshop group on that day was really demanding and thoughtful (I have to mention that a drama teacher we had on Wednesday and Friday was a real deal! I don’t mean that the others were not good but that lady was a genius!). When we were talking a few of them seemed to me much more mature intellectually than just 15 years old. Actually, 6 or 7 of them in a few weeks time are going to visit Poland (their partner school in Plock) so I taught them a few words in Polish they can use and gave a list of good chocolates and a few dishes which in my opinion they should try. Well, they were a lovely group and I am sure kids in Poland are going to love them!
Apart from the trip and discussion about what they may see in Poland that group will stay in my memory for one more reason. Their performances were simply brilliant!!! The opening one, where three girls started in a strange position, looking more like turned to stone, and one of them started performing as a foreign worker getting up in the early morning and then after getting up and eating she touched her friend who suddenly came to life and she became a stone was a masterpiece!!! When the girls finished the applause just emerged out of nowhere and was really loud and wild! In another performance a girl, who asked Jo what time people working on the fields get up to work was pretending to be a huge clock alarm and when she reached five am a boy who was behind her (he was shorter so you could barely see him) started jumping as a symbol of a ring (they had to be voiceless while performing, I am sure Jo has some pictures of it). Their imagination was endless! It is a pity they didn’t do classes like that in Poland when I was in secondary school! We had a really good time and the Penrice school seems to be a nice place to be in.    

Thursday, 3 March 2011

The Portuguese cafe, Penrice and Penryn

An alliterative day.... the team has been on the road.
Mike Matthews and I went to Redruth to visit the Portuguese cafe.
Redruth always seems to me to have a huge potential for gloominess ... but then, I would say that - my heart's with Camborne. (A huge local rivalry, traditionally, between the two towns.)
But despite the deeply grey and granite environs....
the cafe - on close inspection - proves to be a delight.


Mike knows that as he is already an habitue.
But how wonderful to see roses and a blast of Portuguese colour.

















The coffee is good too. And someone is eating a very substantial English breakfast.
The coffee is good.















We arrange to return for a photoshoot next week. On April 2, Sophie Goncalves will be singing - not to be missed - she is certainly Cornwall's top fado singer. This cafe is licensed and open until 11pm daily. Cannot believe that I never discovered it before.
En route back to Praze (to pack up the exhibition, ready for Saltash at the weekend), we pass daffodil fields which are disconcertingly yellow. This is a bad sign: the crop has come in too fast.













Then to Penryn, where Jo Grace (our workshop leader) and Bartek (migrant worker from St Ives) are ready to deliver two assemblies. The pictures will tell the story...
















This has been an exceptionally busy day for them: they started at Penrice College (St Austell) very early indeed. And took things in a rather different direction - role playing in drama workshops.



















We have a de-brief meeting in the cafe at Asda's afterwards - in the great tradition of I PACKED THIS MYSELF debrief meetings. They are usually in the cafes of major supermarket chains - only because they are quickest to get to and easiest to park at. And everyone can shoot off in different directions afterwards - as happened this time.
Me to the station and a train back to London - alas. Cornwall was calling today. The sun was out - at last! - and spring seemed to be on the way.

Tuesday, 1 March 2011

A week at Penrice, St Austell

The second workshop this week at Penrice College, St Austell.  This is a busy week for Jo Grace, who is leading the workshops. And also a busy week on the land. Am caught up with other things but cannot but help notice the crowds of workers in the fields, picking daffodils or cutting spring greens etc.
Jo says that Penrice has been an extremely rewarding school to work with. She reports on her day:
 
"Today was our second day working at Penrice college. It is noticeable how different the students opening opinions about migrant workers are at this college compared to the other schools and colleges we have been working in. Penrice is a language college and they pride themselves on looking outwards, this shows around the school, where things like signs for the toilet are written in four different languages.







We are delivering workshops and a series of assemblies throughout the week. Yesterday we showed the Portugese suitcase in the year 7 assembly, today we talked to year 8 about who they think of as being a migrant worker. We focused on the UN's estimation that one third of the world's population are migrant workers.
In the workshops we have been pleased with the range of questions students have come up with to quiz Bartek with. Today I think we had at least 5 questions that we haven't been asked before.
   I thought you might like to read some examples of the student's work, so here are two letters written by yr 7 pupils, imagining themselves in as migrant workers on a farm in Cornwall.
 
By Jenna-
 
    Dear Mum and Dad,
                                I've had my first week at my job cabbage picking with the most wet cold weather. But don't worry the farmer gave me a coat to wear to keep warm. My caravan is cosy but slightly run down, but I don't really think about what it looks like when I get home because I am so tired! My back is aching from bending over for hours on end. The food here is better than Dad's cooking but not as good as Mum's. Sometimes I get homesic, but I've got used to it now. I have met loads of new poeple like Zoe the girl in the opposite caravan, she's really nice and we are good friends now. Granny would love it here with the water and the sea and the birds singing in th emornings. Maybe Phil can come and work with me when he finishes school to keep me company. Hope to see you soon, only 400,000 cabbages left to pic and I'll be home! Lots of Love, Jenna
 
by Kyle
 
Dear Mum, Dad, Brothers and Sisters,  I am writing home today to tell you about my job and what it is like. 1 week ago I started work as a cabbage picker, so far I am one of the only ones that are doing this job so we are having to pick lots so we can earn the money we deserve. I have a sore back because 75% of the time you are bending down to pick the cabbages up. It isn't easy and you don't get paid a lot but it's enough to have dinner so I am happy. Also it is cool because you get to meet new people and make new friends. The reason I moved was not to get away from my family but to meet new people from a different culture and so I could learn different languages and different styles of how to act.
          Yours sincerely, your son,
                           Kyle.
 
These students along with their classmates made a big effort to imagine how they would feel in this situation. After the workshop we had a glimpse at one of the entries into the competition the school are running in which students have to imagine what they would pack in a suitcase if they were going away."