First day back after the half term break, and my eldest boy looked thoroughly miserable. It was hard work cajoling him into school this morning. He has begun to refer to it as 'the prison' in spite of the Principal's suggested steps to help accommodate his desire for more independent learning. I think our son knows as well as anyone that these concessions do not really amount to much because, at the end of the day, the Academy has to be 'teaching' him in order to be seen to be fulfilling their professional duties. In spite of the fact that just two generations ago, young people of fourteen were out at work, making their independent way in the world, we now insist on keeping our young people 'protected' in the confines of school until age 18. Whilst this may keep the government's unemployment figures down, I do not believe it helps our young people to develop into creative, resilient, self-motivated, hopeful individuals. My son's academy has no outdoor space, and we have come to realise this is a problem for him. He needs to be outside at some times during the day, just for a bit of space and fresh air. You wouldn't think that is too much to ask. However, his request to be allowed to leave the premises during break or lunchtime (with parental permission) can only be granted if a parent can collect him and take responsibility for him. He knows this is unlikely to be workable, the breaks are so short. And so he feels confined and imprisoned. I know he feels he is wasting his time, that he can work so much more productively outside of school. And although he is communicating his needs clearly, no-one is really listening. Except that I am. And because of my own beliefs, I am becoming less convinced that the positive reasons to be in there are enough to keep him there. As I listen to him, this picture from one of Jamie Oliver's cookbooks comes to my mind .... I mean, if you are a chicken who only knows the battery cage, you don't know any different; you wouldn't ask any questions, the cage is just the way life is. But if you are used to being free range, what on earth would you make of the cage and the overcrowding, the smell and the suffocating monotony? Wouldn't you long for the great outdoors, too, and those happy days you spent scuffling around in the earth in the fresh air? Lovely fresh eggs were then just a natural product of your lifestyle. Now, you are assessed by the number and size of your eggs; it seems a nonsense ... How can you produce eggs of quality in the confined environment of the cage? Everyone knows free range eggs taste better!