Waves of relief are now washing over the nation, signalling the end of the Key Stage 2 SATs.
At the age of today’s Year 6, my biggest academic concern was trying to avoid the SRA card my classmate, Katy, had vomited on earlier in the year (which the teachers had wiped down and slid back into its box). I have no memory of sitting any tests at any point during my four years at middle school. I remember making topic books; taking part in non-competitive sports days; singing ‘Waltzing Matilda’ and ‘We all live in a yellow submarine’ in school assemblies; playing British Bulldog on the…
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