National School Chaplaincy Program and the letter

On Friday an email came into my inbox from the Principal of Felix’s highschool.

Dear Parents and Carers
Following the incident reported in the media today, I would like to take this opportunity to reassure you all that, as always, the safety, care and education of all our students is our highest priority and we have worked closely with the NSW Police to ensure the safety of our students in this matter.
The person who has been arrested was a religious education instructor under the School Chaplaincy Program, for a period of time in 2008 at _________ .
It is important that you know that as soon as we knew of the allegations made about this person, the school with the support of the department, acted immediately in line with departmental policy.

My stomach fell. The ABC reported on the case.

I knew that Felix was not directly affected in that he wasn’t at the school during the time of the incident BUT there are still three years of boys at the school who were.

Two thoughts immediately came to mind:

  1. Those poor poor boy(s) and their family(ies) (I am not sure of the details of the case)
  2. HOW THE HELL CAN THIS HAPPEN

I have always had deep reservations about the program mentioned in the letter – the National School Chaplaincy Program – and this has done nothing to lessen or alleviate those concerns.

The person who has been arrested was a religious education instructor under the School Chaplaincy Program

The program started in 2007 under the Howard government. A good Christian man who oversaw such events as SIEV-X, children overboard and the Tampa Affair all under the banner of “we will decide who comes to this country and how they come here.”  Prior to announcing the program in 2006, John Howard was reported on the ABC saying:

Students need the guidance of chaplains, rather than just counsellors. Yes, I am calling them chaplains because that has a particular connotation in our language, and as you know I’m not ever overwhelmed by political correctness. To call a chaplain a counsellor is to bow to political correctness. Chaplain has a particular connotation, people understand it, they know exactly what I’m talking about.

At the time it was a three-year program which was extended in 2011 and from 2012 will be called the School Chaplaincy and Student Welfare Program. From 1 January 2012 schools funded under the Program are able to choose the services of a school chaplain to provide pastoral care services and/or select the services of a non faith-based, or secular, student welfare worker. It is at the school’s discretion as to the faith of the chaplain.  The deparment’s website says:

The National School Chaplaincy Program supported schools and their communities to establish school chaplaincy and pastoral care services, or to enhance existing services.

This voluntary program assisted schools and their communities to support the spiritual wellbeing of students. This may have included support and guidance about ethics, values, relationships, spirituality and religious issues, the provision of pastoral care and enhanced engagement with the broader community.

Every year $222million is paid to religious organisations for chaplains to be in our state school system. The Code of Conduct for those school chaplains is a 13 point list, the 12th being:

While recognising that an individual school chaplain/student welfare worker may in good faith express views and articulate values consistent with his or her own beliefs, a school chaplain/student welfare worker must not take advantage of his or her privileged position to proselytise, evangelise or advocate for a particular view or belief.

I liken this to Gina Rinehart signing an editorial independence charter AND adhering to it. Impossible.

I do not doubt for a moment there is a plethora of good people fulfilling these roles in our school system offering all those things outlined above. But it is an absolute deal-breaker for me that those people are there as part of their religious affiliation.

It is just not appropriate for the counselling services in our state education system to be provided by religious institutions. The High Court recently found that it is unconstitutional for the government to be using its money to fund the program. There have been anecdotal reports of chaplains pushing their doctrine on students. What happens to a troubled Muslim or Jewish or Hindu student if their chaplain is not of their denomination and they don’t feel comfortable talking to that person for that reason? And on it goes.

The people employed in this program are not trained, professional teachers nor are they necessarily trained school counsellors. According to DEEWR’s FAQ on minimum requirements, if you become part of the program from 2012, the minimum requirement for a ‘chaplain’ is a Cert IV in Youth Work or Pastoral Care. The Youth Work course requires 15 hours of study a week and a period of time in work placement which can vary from 240 hours to 160.

Following a national consultation process last year, existing chaplains without the minimum qualifications [will be required] to complete two units of the Certificate IV course: Mental Health and Making Referrals. About 500 existing chaplains will have 12 months to complete the units, with the Government meeting the costs. 

I find this part of the guidelines mildly alarming (my bolding):

The Funding Recipient is responsible for determining that the school chaplain/student welfare worker has equivalent qualifications when that worker holds a different qualification but in a related field (e.g. education, psychology, social work, theology etc). The Funding recipient may exercise their own judgement when determining if their chaplain/student welfare worker has qualifications or experience that are equivalent to or exceed the minimum qualification requirements as outlined in Section 5.5 of the Program Guidelines.

What I find brain-spasmingly alarming is this document outlining exemption from the guidelines for schools in remote and regional areas. I totally get the unique challenges that exist for education in our remote and regional centres but this just strikes me as putting kids at risk or in need of help into potentially a whole new level of risk in regards to the possibilities of questionable people gaining access to kids through this program.

Someone offering counselling services to youths in a school setting must be fully qualified school counsellors. That means they are qualified teachers with a degree in psychology and postgraduate qualifications in school counselling. NO LESS. We should NOT be outsourcing this work to third party contractors whose foundation and approach comes from the basis of their religious beliefs.

 

And meanwhile, a person employed under this scheme sexually assaulted a boy who was attending my son’s school. Could this have happened by a teacher or aide in the school system? Of course. But this person is there to support the spiritual wellbeing of students. This may have included support and guidance about ethics, values, relationships, spirituality and religious issues, the provision of pastoral care and enhanced engagement with the broader community.

This boy has gone to that person for guidance and counselling and instead been groomed for sex by a predator.

 

What are your thoughts? A good program? A bad one? Misplaced good intention? I am keen to hear of positive stories as well as concerns or examples of otherwise.

 

Links:

Australian Government Department of Education, Employment and Workplace Relations National School Chaplaincy Program homepage

National School Chaplaincy and Student Welfare Program documents and guidelines

National School Chaplaincy Association

 

 

 

Fat Runner: inside the mind of an athlete. Not really.

Crew. Something’s happened to my brain. Remember the packhorse week? When I carried what felt like a human corpse and ran 800m? In hindsight that was a turning point. Then running the 5k in 30 minutes last week compounded it. It culminated in Saturday’s workout being awesome. Amazeballs. Remarkable. It was also bring-a-friend week so I dragged my Tough Mudder buddy Bronwyn along. She was thrilled, if by thrilled you mean giving me the stink-eye from when I pull-up at her place at 5:40am to when I drop her home again two hours later.

 

CrossFit cooldown
WE SURVIVED!

 

Something’s clicked in my brain. I rowed 1km  at the speed our coach said we should be at (I’m always a good 5-10 seconds slower). I did FOUR x 7m lengths of monkey bars. I did 4×10 proper push-ups and walking lunges and FIFTY THREE wall balls (a deep squat then throwing a weighted ball above a line on a wall – what? I never said it was rocket science.)

I did 3 1km runs this week, one carrying the 10kg (I checked) sandbag that almost killed me two weeks ago without any of the ‘holy fuck I’m going to die’ internal monologue. OH sure, it was all hard and painful and arduous but not once, in my head, did I think to myself, ‘I can’t do this’. It wasn’t that I was thinking I could, it just wasn’t even part of the conversation.

I call that The Breakthrough.

I was on an absolute high at the end of it, completely incapable of NOT babbling incessantly to Bronwyn the whole way home. Eventually she looked at me and said, ‘you’re on some sort of sick post-exercise adrenalin high, just shut up.’ As she got out of the car she flipped me the bird. I’m so hoping she comes every week.

This week we’re doing The Spit to Manly run. I can not WAIT!

 

ONWARD!

 

 

 

 

 

Recollections: Sharp TV, Fawlty Towers, Minder & the caravan

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Quite soon after Mum and Dad had split up Dad took me on a trip down south the visit some old family friends – Pat and Frank. They had become friends (I think) when we lived in Albury – a lifetime earlier when Mum and Dad built their own home and after waiting six and then eight years got my brother and I. When Dad and I visited they had moved to a property just out of Albury with deep valleys and lots of boulders. It was windblown, bitterly cold and desolate. They had built a house that had the most impressive open fire and this nobbly carpet I am still determined to have in my own house one day.

Their kids were older and had moved out but they had an old caravan just near the house which was where one of their sons would stay when he came to visit. I remember catching yabbies with Dad, cooking them and being shocked at just how little ‘meat’ you got for all the effort catching them. We went rabbit shooting and I got to shoot a rifle which made my shoulder sting for hours afterwards. I watched as dad skinned rabbits and was neither repulsed or impressed. Yeah, it was a weird trip.

What I remember most was hanging out in the caravan for hours on end where there was a video player and this cool Sharp tele, just like this one:

Retro Sharp TV
Eye opener

And what was I watching? Every single episode of Fawlty Towers (you know there’s only 12 right?) over and over and Minder. Yep, Minder. This was quite an education in comedy and the UK criminal underworld but comedy mainly (obviously). My life is still so heavily referenced by Manuel, Basil, Sybil and Polly. I can still sing the Minder theme even though I have never watched it since.

While sitting in that caravan watching Basil yell at Manuel while Sybil yelled at Basil feels like a 100 years ago the company who made the tele I was watching it on really is 100 years old this year. It started with a metalworking factory in Tokyo in 1912, making a belt buckle. Then came a mechanical “Ever-Sharp” pencil and then, Japan’s first crystal radio. And that was just in the first 12 years.

Sharp 100 year anniversary

One of the ways Sharp is marking its 100 Year milestone is its Share campaign. Load up an image or video of something memorable (as opposed to the dull and forgettable) to its Share website and be in the running for one of two (because winning both would be silly) a trip for two to the West Coast of the US or heaps of Sharp products.

Sharp 100 Years Share campaign
Share

Off you go then.

 

ONWARD!

Apple Slice

When I was in primary school we lived on Sydney’s North Shore in a suburb called Lindfield. If we won lotto I would probably spontaneously start looking at houses in Lindfield such is my love of that place, nevermind it is 30 years later and it has changed more than I care to accept or that our lives are now firmly etched into Sydney’s Northern Beaches, Lindfield and indeed the North Shore calls me back time and time again.

apple slice layer 2
Every slice needs a good foundation

We had a little row of shops just across from the train station. There was Mr Steenbolm’s chemist, our doctor down the laneway, an old lady’s dress shop, a milk bar (owned by the compulsory and seemingly only Greek family in the area) and best of all, the cake shop. Most Saturday’s mum would take my brother and I to the cake shop for a treat. Mine? A pineapple passionfruit  tart while my brother used to get a sausage roll. My GOD those sausage rolls were good.

There was a glass L-shaped counter, one side taken up solely with display cakes for birthdays, anniversaries and other celebrations. Remember when you would get those little figurines to sit on the top of the cake? I still have the ballerinas and Mum still has the cricketers that appeared on our respective cakes for years.

Apple Slice
Appley goodness

The other side was a hotbed of mock cream and sugar. Neenish tarts, Pineapple Passionfruit tarts, those marzipan green frog tarts (which I once begged mum for and proceeded to scar me for life on all things marzipan), palmiers, meringue mice, big fat wedges of vanilla slice, custard tarts showered in nutmeg, gingerbread men and a sugar topped apple slice. I must confess that apple slice never piqued my imagination as there was so much else vying for my attention. But then Fiona at Inner Pickle posted a recipe for an apple slice and all of a sudden I was 8 and back in that cake shop.

Apple Slice Top Layer
Ready for cookin’

This is now on such high rotation in our house that if there is none people, Jasper in particular, get antsy. It is his absolute favourite above all else. It has kicked my lemon curd slice to the curb and THAT is saying something.

Apple Slice adoration
Get in my mouth

Apple Slice
Fiona at Inner Pickle

  • 2 cups plain flour
  • 2tsp baking powder
  • 1/2 cup sugar
  • 125g butter
  • 1 egg
  • 2 cups of stewed apples (no added sugar)
  1. Preheat the oven to 180C and line a 27x13cm tin (I just make mine in a 20cm square tin)
  2. Process the flour, baking powder, sugar and butter  in a food processor and then add the egg (don’t worry that the dough seems quite crumbly, it comes together)
  3. Divide the dough in two and roll out to fit the tin
  4. Top with the apple, then roll out the other half of pastry and place over the top (don’t get precious about it, if it breaks it breaks, I call this “rustic”)
  5. Brush the top with some milk and then scatter over caster sugar
  6. Bake for 25minutes
  7. Leave it in the tin and don’t cut it until it’s cool (it will totally fall apart if you do, ask me how I know) then store in the fridge.

So good. So very very good.

 

Apple Slice fresh from the oven
Straight from the oven

 

New favourite

A while back a story was doing the rounds regarding books we all say we’ve read but in honesty never had. Anna Karenina topped so many people’s list and it sits there, proud as punch on mine. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve started it – four? 15? Watching this I am compelled to try again and throw off the sensation I got every other time of being in an over-heated, over-furnished, stuffy drawing room in ill-fitting clothing and unable to draw breath.

In the meantime, what books are there that you say you have read or better yet, think you “should” have read but never have?

Me:
War & Peace
Anna Karenina
Cloudstreet

just off the top of my head.