In October 2017 my darling nephew died age 19, he died suddenly — I know this is a euphemism for suicide.
I loved him like a son, still do. He called me Auntie, not Auntie Em, Auntie — which I always loved. I miss him like mad.
This post raises an interesting question although I don’t think it’s whether we can teach creativity but whether we can provide environments where creativity can flourish and be valued.
The problem, I believe, is that the language of education has been hijacked by the measurement industry. So often when we speak of…