In January, I find myself playing ABBA’s 1980 track Happy New Year regularly. One part pushes me into a minor existential crisis: “In another 10 years’ time,” Agnetha speculates, “what lies waiting down the line, at the end of…’89?”
As a child of the 80s looking back from 2018 at a group for whom 1989 seemed impossibly distant, it’s dizzying. 2029 is pretty close compared to the late 70s.
Our perception of time is tricky and in education it can be misleading. People are prone to believing that things are getting worse, and too easily forget what went before.
Since I started teaching just ...