Thursday, September 29, 2016

Sydney School Prohibits Clapping, Find Out Why

Sydney School Prohibits Clapping, Find Out Why



While favoring “silent cheering,” a Sydney school has put a ban on clapping to prevent disturbing students who are “sensitive to noise”.

Elanora Heights Public School stated that cheering silently or “pulling excited faces and “punching the air” help in reduction of “fidgeting”. In its latest newsletter published on July 18, the school announced the new scheme of “silent cheering” rather than clapping to praise someone’s achievements.

The announcement came the same day as an all-girls school banned teachers from referring to students with gender-biased terms, such as “girls,” “ladies,” “women,” etc. They advocated the use of “gender-neutral” terms. This way, they support students belonging to the LGBT community. In addition to these, some schools have banned hugging and Australia Day while few of the schools have put a ban on singing Christmas carols and using the word “black” in the nursery rhyme “Baa Baa Black Sheep.”

St. Patricks Primary School principal John Grant said that children at the school used to “walk up and hug each other.” He said that the authorities were attempting to make students respect each other’s personal space. Not everyone likes to be hugged according to Grant, reported.

Under the “Did you know” segment of the newsletter, Elanora Heights Public School mentioned the adoption of the silent cheer principle “at assembly’s (sic).”  “If you’ve been to a school assembly recently, you may have noticed our students doing silent cheers,” the item reads. “Instead of clapping, the students are free to punch the air, pull excited faces and wriggle about on the spot.”

“The practice has been adopted to respect members of our school community who are sensitive to noise. When you attend an assembly, teachers will prompt the audience to conduct a silent cheer if it is needed. Teachers have also found the silent cheers to be a great way to expand children’s energy and reduce fidgeting.”

  • Martha Bartha

    So stupid!

    • JEng

      noise trauma is very real but if a child is dismayed or startled by noise – they should find out of there is abuse. also I found out that sometimes horrible noises were sometimes okay depending on where you are – I had a door constantly slam and rattle throughout the day since it led to the restrooms and for some reason had absolutely no problem with it . I had no problem with roofers over my head and was actually comforted by the sound which I think has to do with how I feel about contractors. And for some reason I had absolutely no problem with the screeching going on with the commercial garbage trucks outside my window or the tenant banging away at the doors and even the eek eek eek noise coming from the building next door – very strange – possibly because each of these times I felt very safe – even the eee eeek noise – is it the weird rusty gate swingin?? – the source of it makes me feel safe.

      But those few occasions gave me extra hope – when I was little I thought it was my achilles heel and someday I would die from being tortured by it – my dad said he felt the same way and to not tell anyone because there was nothing we could do. I don’t know if his mother ever screamed in his ear when he was little or would pound on the door in the early morning – it’s definitely ptsd like not being able to walk past pokey things – things sticking out of the wall and thinking you might get stabbed in the eye with them.

      But however awful these flashes – these noises are often imaginary by the way and you absolutely can tell that they are not of this world – it’s not like the creaking or squeaking of something in real life that hurts you – but the noise that comes back to you – even if you can handle noises in real life – noises that bother other people, loud bangs and such that you can withstand for hours as if you are not tortured at all – maybe like shelling or airplanes to La Guardia airport – but when you are in pain and sorrow – the noises come into your head and repeat over and over again and what are you going to do about it?

      I pretend the triad took me away when I was 13 as they threatened to do when I was 13 and made me listen to the same noises over and over again to make me give up and I won’t let them win so I wait for the noises to pass. This has happened to me once a month since I was 13 – sometimes I am in the car when it happens usually I am about to fall asleep and the noises come.

      But there is a differnce between the noises of evil invading your space and the noises of strength from the outside world – of roofers banging away over your head for hours or of drumming which depending on the drumming actually comforts me.

      I think as long as I am terrified – the noises will come into my mind and terrify me. And I would never try to hurt my hearing to render myself deaf – because the noises are memories of sounds in my mind that spring up and not the noises of the real world. Triad would have to have an MK Ultra machine to make me scared of noise and they haven’t got one. I enjoy nightly noises from the outside because it means I am in the building.

      I remember there was a martial arts character in a film or tv series whose weapon was music – and sound could be manipulated to cause distress. I can’t make music but from the suffering recipient side of things, I have a pretty good idea what sounds aren’t crowd pleasers. It’s the difference between someone improvising and throwing everything into a soup pot and considering it equal to someone else who would leave things out.

      One of the tenants who hit me would always ring the doorbell nonstop at the bookstore – not just once – but Mrs. Tse would keep ringing it even as I was turning the key in the lock to open the door for her – she would see me coming and she would keep ringing. I think Chinese people are aware of using sound as a weapon.

      But I think when viciousness is out in the open without fear of condemnation or embarassment – well that’s unique – no different from the sound of crashing heavy objects coming from Sun Chin’s apartment and over my head on the landing.

      That’s not something that I need banned because I know what they are doing and they don’t mind doing it. But it doesn’t mean I think well of them or of playing some pop song over and over again to annoy the new tenants. It’s not nice and they are not ashamed.