This so called modern-life we live in…

Is is just me or does everything feel like a big deal to people these days?

A) You can’t say that or he/she’ll will be offended

B) You have to be really careful about what you name your baby or otherwise they’ll be stuck with something boring or be teased – yet Apple or Cruz is somehow accepted because that baby belongs to a celebrity… and Molly spelt Mollie is also ok, because at least then the spelling is unique… heaven forbid people stick with Sarah or Alex…

C) Your children have to live in amazingly decorated rooms cos otherwise they will have no friends

D) Your child’s first birthday party or any birthday party for your child has to include a jumping castle, a face painter, pass the parcel with carefully selected paper – also properly decorated because apparently newspaper isn’t the way to go anymore, plus goodie bags without lollies and instead healthy snacks cos no child is allowed fairy bread anymore even on their birthday

D) Children under five mustn’t watch T.V – it will most certainly rot their brain or worse – have them not being able to read before they go to school

E) You have to have a completely super organised house – otherwise all your friends will have to go out to dinner cos otherwise it’ll be too shameful to have them over

F) There is a gadget for everything and if you dare go outside without the latest kindle then don’t even dare leaving the house again

G) Don’t enjoy being pregnant and expecting your first child just feel the ‘pressure’ of doing everything right – don’t forget if you eat sandwich meat your baby will die…

H) Don’t yell at children ever – cos their self esteem will be shattered and if you can’t yell then don’t slap either…

I) If you’re not married when you decide to have children then forget it everyone will ‘out’ you

J) Replace all lollies with carrot sticks cos clearly we can’t enjoy food anymore

K) On the topic of food if it’s not organic then don’t buy it – cos you’re just going to get glared get at by the check-out chick

L) Refuse, Reuse, Recycle – everything or else!

M) Safe the world. If you don’t donate to 100 causes a week then really you shouldn’t be allowed to live

N) You got your coffee from where? No don’t go there, the person doesn’t use the foam to make sure it’s presented with a pretty bird on a tree branch on top and the barista doesn’t make the milk hot enough so it burns your toung…

O) I buy all my clothes, gifts, etc online, plus get all my food and essentials home delivered, plus I just don’t leave the house because I don’t have anytime yet I’m sitting here on my computer blogging about how I don’t have time… and really this sentence is taking all my time… where has all the time gone

P) I can’t call¬† my friends anymore let alone see them because of my busy lifestyle

Q) I have a Nintendo Wii to do yoga and play tennis because really any sort of exercise done outdoors I can’t stand and doesn’t fit in with my life…cos it’s just so hectic

R) and continuing with this topic – the other day I had to look up this great word – Relax when my friend told me I should do it more often… I thought sounds great – but really where can I fit it in

S) As a teacher I have to remember to say chalkboard, not to sing baa baa black sheep, to talk to all the parents as though their children are angels and gifted, to make sure I never show my students that I’m human , etc – but do I also need to say interactive felt-tip pen board… should I have a melt-down now to get it over and done with – because clearly it’s inevitable…

T) When I become a mother I’ll have to hire a nanny, casual babysitter, night nurse, etc and only talk to them when they really need to…because all those activities that they’ll have to go to I just won’t be able to take them to… plus simply reading them a story is just too much of a hassle

U) Where are all my hair and beauty essentials… I may only be going to buy milk…but seriously you never know who you’ll bump into… oh my gosh here comes another melt-down…

V) Did I tell you about Facebook, blogger, tumblr, you tube, pinterest, this site that I’m on now, twitter, google plus and whatever else I’ve used to divulge everything about my personal life on? I mean seriously if you don’t go look at one those pages, then the photos from the latest party/wedding/christening/house-warming/gig/*insert event here* that I went to – or the video footage of my child’s birth will not be shown to you because I’m a private person and don’t really want people to see those things…but seriously you probably don’t want to see all the details anyway. ūüėČ

W) Did you watch the latest of junior masterchef? Since when do children know how to not just make cupcakes or cookies with icing on top – but things that I don’t even know how to pronounce

X) When you do find the time to catch up with friends, don’t forget to document the entire outing on Facebook via your phone so that everyone can know what you’re up to – heaven forbid you actually talk to your friend

Y) If you dare let any of my children near dirt then I’ll blame you when they they’re allergic to everything… oh and please make sure you use the detol soap dispenser that you don’t actually touch…

Z) School, Uni, Career, Marriage, Kids, there is no other way to life really and if you don’t live by this standard then clearly you don’t have a life and if you turn up to your kids graduation at the age of anywhere between 40-50 then really you were far to young to be having children because really we’re not allowed to have kids until 35 and no younger because before then is just too young. My mother was 25 when she had my brother – what do you say to that?

HA HA HA HA HA HA I am evil.

Ok – so just a heads up – most of these ‘complaints’ are me joking and I’m not really being serious. But I do think that we all need to relax including myself. Your life is your life it shouldn’t be mapped out according to what other people say and you should just live it the way you wish.

Even if you do, do the things on this list – it’s ok.

Can we stop judging and criticising people because clearly by the fact that I came up with about 26 ideas on how people ‘should’ live their lives – is a statement in itself…

I’m sick of reading articles titled with “The pressures of pregnancy” “How to decorate your child’s room” “We all seem to have allergies or food intolerance” “There are women as young as 20 deciding to get a sperm donation – what a shock” “Baa baa black sheep banned from childcare centres” or watching ads that are advertising these products that allow children to learn how to read before they get to school…

I see parents on the streets negotiating with their children about their behaviour – what happened to “Come here NOW!” or a slap on a wrist – I don’t agree with bashing your children or making out like their bad people… but I got yelled at or had small hits on my wrist¬† and usually it was because I was crossing the road without mum or about to touch the stove… and I’ve turned out to be a pretty normal and genuinely good person…

Lesson of the day:

Chill out!!! It’s ok if your apple came from the supermarket and you gave your child a lolly snake.

Language development is important before a child gets to kindergarten/school but we have teachers for a reason.

Signing out as I’m about to spend time with my mother and brother whom I love very much!

If you could write to the world – what would you say?

I wrote another poem and posted it on my other blog- which I wanted to leave just for poems. It’s title is “I want to write to world and say:”

When I was writing it I was thinking about stars and how powerful they are. They are beautiful, people wish upon them as though they hold some great power, we sometimes look up at them and think about our dreams, etc…

But is it realistic for us to do this, when they are so far away? They are bigger than just tiny dots too – it’s really pretty hard to imagine how big they are, etc…

Then somehow I started writing about flowers – and how maybe we should turn to them, because really we are more like them than stars if you think about it… right? But then again people don’t really look at stars and think – Oh I wish I could be one… unless you’re thinking about celebrities and if you think about it, most of that is all fake or hyped up by press and the public that get caught into it.

I guess really what I was thinking of is that no matter who we are and what we are doing with our lives or even where we come from… our goals, dreams, wishes are all reachable and we will figure out who we are in our own time.

The flower part of the poem is about being able to see where we can grow and where we can go with personal growth and that, that growth is forever continuous.

We shouldn’t rely on what we see in the stars to get us to where we want to be. We don’t need a time-line to do things in. We certainly need to stop worrying about what others are doing and where they are at, because we are all different and we just need to relax.

If we all saw happiness in a wish upon a star then personal growth wouldn’t occur because we would just sit around and wait for that wish to come true…that’s not really that helpful…

Right now, I wish I could articulate what I was saying much better than I am, but I can’t and have to accept that I’m just having one of those days…

Goodness, I slept through my alarm and missed uni (ah shock to system!! LOL) and instead did a huge load of washing… watched a couple of episodes of Gilmore Girls Season 1…I’ve decided that it’s inevitable that I will watch Gilmore Girls annually – no matter how I avoid it as I have seen it almost¬† too much for one person to ever see of a tv show… I watched YouTube videos, have been grazing all day, been sorting my homework so it’s easier to do, read emails… looked at etsy…looked at my room as a job for another day and have now decided to do some writing.

A) To get it out of my system

B) because if I don’t then I will cry instead…

I am NOT sitting here feeling miserable or anything… but it’s just this day – maybe yesterday leaked into today and tried to take it over…

cos yesterday was horribly boring, dull and oh-so draining…

yesterday my problems were not so far away but as close as the keyboard is to my fingers…

I felt like my dreams and hopes for the future of teaching was taken in an instant in these poor little preps and grade ones and what was put upon them

Reading and writing ALL day and all because their normal teacher was away on camp and they were given a reading recovering lady…

My first impression of her was seen through her facial expression of sheer drudgery and disdain

Her: Are you a student?

Me: Yes

Her: umph! (cranky facial expression that was absorbed through-out the room and the day yet to come)

Her: Oh ok… what year are you?

Me: Fourth (said with a smile)

Her: Oh good! (As she gave a wicked witch’s gleam…)

Her: Did you have anything prepared for today, cos I don’t mind if you have things you need to do

Me: No, I’m normally with the grade 5/6s

Her: Oh then you can just chill then because I was going to do lots of writing and reading in the morning then think of something for the afternoon…

Me: Ok, I’m happy with whatever you ask me to do (BIG mistake)

– conversation continued like this for a little while… then the bell rang…

She snapped through the morning as those poor kids just sat there and there I was doing nothing (well roaming and small group stuff…)

But I’m a fourth year student! I should be given challenges – put me on the spot, throw me in the deep end – that’s what I’m here for – otherwise next year I will sink, like someone has never been sunk before…

By the afternoon I was ecstatic and jumping up and down (inside) because of how happy I was …
I rushed off to meet mum at her work a usual thing I do on my way home from placement… and vented my frustrations with hot chocolate in hand…

We talked about a whole lot of other stuff and was relieved to go home

had an early night and slept like I never slept before

and now we are up to today…

The day was actually brilliant but gave me time to really think… perfect for my assignment that is due tomorrow as it’s a¬† reflection writing piece, but not so good for my mind as it’s now full of thoughts that aren’t escaping…

The point though is though – what do we want for the world?

Apart from a better environment and for everyone to have access to clean water – etc, the list is endless…

What do we want: really?

Do we want to simply be happy? To have love? To make babies? To be able to eat great food? To explore where we all come from?

To experience personal growth?

Just to live?

To be alive, sounds pretty good to me… I have a friend who doesn’t want to turn 30 – to avoid her birthday as though it can’t happen… but then I have a friend who didn’t make it to 21 and an uncle who is on his way to 60 (he has a few years yet…) – who said to me around the time of his last birthday when I asked if it was a good one?

That every birthday is a good one because it’s another year that I’m alive

Can we ask of the world to simply just be alive? Or is that too big of a question…

What is it that we should ask?

To love one another – where is this love, is it possible to find for everyone…

I know what I’m asking is huge but I guess that’s what I’m saying in the poem. It’s a huge idea to look up at the stars and to think that, that they hold all the answers and that one wish when wish upon them will surely come true and change our lives forever.

Lesson of today:

We need to ponder these questions not so we then try to solve all world problems but to ask it of ourselves and we what we want.

Also write down your thoughts so that they have somewhere to go.

Signing off so that I can eat dinner and finish that assignment that’s due tomorrow!

Link to poem and other blog – if you are interested in reading:

http://songbirdwriting.blogspot.com.au/

 

The day that turned around.

Ok. So this morning was frustrating. One of being fed up with public transport and people in general. You know when things just don’t seem to go your way and everyone around you gets in your way. This morning when I arrived at uni – I thought: phew, I actually made it…

It’s fortunate that I left as early as I did because I think as it turned out that most people were not able to show up for some reason or another.

I don’t mind travelling on public transport – most people think it’s annoying and don’t like the company of others.

Here is why I like it or most of the time anyway…

  • You get to sleep if you need – although always with one eye open… lol…
  • You can read books
  • Day dream
  • Be in your own world and not really worry about anyone else – eg. traffic
  • People watch
  • Be on time – most people that I know that drive are almost always late…

Days like today though was just plain frustrating…but you know it’s the same as driving, you don’t always have a smooth run, etc… although once I become a driver – I will be loving it…fingers crossed…

Because driving when I have driven makes me anxious… the type of anxious that almost makes me too anxious if you know what I mean…

anyway back to today…

I arrive at uni – later than I had anticipated…which I really don’t like…

My ensemble group for Drama/Dance were ready to go once I got there and they didn’t seem to mind that I was late – which was ok and it wasn’t my fault so, once I got over the stress we were able to get down to work…

It’s funny how group work can be and most of the time I’ve been in groups where there have been clashes… but this time, no – there doesn’t seem to be any clashes and we’re all agreeing. Most people reading are probably thinking that it’s too good to be true, but no… I’m telling you – we all work together REALLY well.

We got through at least 90 mins of work before class started and now have a rough outline of how the piece will go, eg, a rough idea for each scene and which order they’ll be in… which is just amazing!

By the time we had this done… we had at least half an hour for lunch and my public transport chaos had been completely forgotten…

Class had begun – we did some great partner work based on trust and of course improv… one activity I didn’t really like doing but at least could see the point.

The activity that followed was looking at scripts and how we could use them in teaching – which was hilariously fun (does this even make sense??) and we kept reading script after script – which was just great…and showed how much confidence I now have with this – unlike how I was back at school…urgh…

We finished with collating our ideas on using scripts in a classroom a break and then some chatting before going home…

On my way home I needed to got to the supermarket and got lots of food…plus most of it was on special…came home in the sun… and just felt like my mood had been completely changed from this morning…

My cat was a little sulky and apparently had been in the cupboard under the stairs all day…which made me get a little worried…think I might call the vet just to get some advice…hmmm… really don’t want to go through that again…after a few cuddles with him and feeding him…he seemed alright…lets hope he is…

I had a cup of earl grey tea and home-made donuts and my outlook on the whole day had now been completely changed.

yay to good days

Lesson of the day:

Don’t let something that happens in the morning be the outcome of the day, it’s easy to get bogged down on the negatives – but more enjoyable to smile and let it go…

Drink tea for it is magical and having something sweet with it can really make it worthwhile…

Signing off – cos now it’s TV time! ūüôā

My Sunday arvo thoughts…

I was going to write a big post on the thoughts of smokers smoking in my face and how through a busy week you can discover how determination can get you through.

But I just want to talk about today. I haven’t achieved anything of greatness, I’ve just been enjoying the company of an Offspring on DVD and thoughts about the end of the year.

I’m sitting here realising that I haven’t posted all week and just needed to…

I think that I might just write about whatever comes out of my end and keep writing until I no longer can or need to go to the toilet whichever comes first…

The future is creeping up faster than I ever thought it would which started with an offer from last Tuesday and ended with the fact that I’m going to the Northern Territory in July.

I am going to have decide on things very soon which is exciting but also daunting. It’s also not like finishing year 12 but at the same time is…

Lets go back to finishing school…

I had some idea of what I wanted to do but knew that once I got to uni it would all come together, I took a year off and had a few adventures on my own and with my mum…

Started uni at 20 which felt old at the time… boy has that changed and was completely anxious of the whole thing – I remember my first edu lecturer all characteristics, personality and teaching style to this day and to this point of even sometimes feeling like she is still teaching me… she was the only lecturer who I have actually had some resemblance of closeness too unlike at school where every teacher at the end almost felt like a best friend..

I know it’s sickening how friendly I was with my teachers but most them changed my life even if it wasn’t because of good reasons they did…

But starting uni was like this scary thing, most classes I felt nervous in even if all I did was sit there and listen…now I feel like if i was put on the spot to take over that I could – it’s in the complete reverse almost….

Goodness I really am a rambler and get it from my mum…

I’ve gotten everything from my mum – almost… some things like my sensibility and calmness I get from dad… but the nuttyness and being able to ‘rant and rave’ I get from mum…

goodness I need food and toilet break…

 

back from eating some curry which was a little bit spicy but o-so-tasty

 

It’s good to know that my house-mates are doing much the same with their Sunday arvo = watching T.V that is and eating…

I guess that’s what they’re for – right… the classic Sunday that I didn’t get at the start of Semester because I was running around doing everything else… I’m now receiving and also feel blessed that I can just enjoy

even if I have home work to do…

This is much better!

I had such a good day yesterday with a great friend of mine from school which included retail therapy, food and gossip…or some might say a good bit of ‘nothing’ but with a good friend that feels like everything…

You know friendship is truly important…

I have friends from school and uni¬† and just randoms I picked off the street…and some have become pretty close which is great…

then same with family…

it all comes with emotional attachment and photos

photos are wonderful – but still sometimes sad to look at…

being emotional can make you want a lot of things… and do anything to get there

Nina from Offspring points that she’s too sensible that all she does is write lists that never get there…ahhhh so do I – I have this never-ending to do list that keeps going without seeing any signs of ending… goodness… I’ve got stop saying goodness.

Are we never happy if we keep adding to the list?

On my list: (OF my life)

-finish uni

-finish reading Harry Potter for the second time

-find a job

-decide on where to live next year

– help those I love

-travel and see places I haven’t yet before – with friends, by myself and with family…

– take a break after teaching for a few years or so…

– decide on if teaching will be my only job…

– find new love

– have a baby or two or three

-find where to raise family

– include family and friends in on my family

-keep in contact with everyone I love

-try to be happy

– keep being me

It’s a short list but it has huge things on it – some short-term, some long-term, some I can’t really think about now and all things that need other things to happen first before i get there which basically means that I could always be making lists…

and who for?

For me? These are all things I want but they all include other people and all take smaller steps to get there… in fact I have stuff that still needs to happen today before I get to tomorrow… even if that’s as simple as going to the super-market…

plus all the emotional stuff that can happen in between…

life isn’t a time-line…

BUT why is it a list?

Lesson of the day:

write lists if you need to, but remember that if not everything gets done then they aren’t going to stop you from living your life, they’re just going to put a “spanner in the works”

Enjoy Sunday because if you don’t you could be a wreck by the start of the week… which no one wants…

Signing off so I can go back to Offspring! ūüôā

 

 

Film Review: To Sir, With Love

This afternoon as I decided to turn on the T.V I came across the film: To Sir, With Love and I knew about it but and hadn’t ever seen it…

When Mum and I decided to watch “The Audrey Hepburn Story” with Jennifer Love Hewitt – which came out about 10 years ago, it started my mission to watch Audrey Hepburn movies – because even though it someone else posing as her – I felt that I must see her films… The first was Roman Holiday and from then on I was hooked…

One day from the video shop (yes I know techniquely they’re dvds…) Mum brought home a bunch of films all in black and white and all woderful…

Films just aren’t the same today – no matter what anyone else says and yes they have advanced in other ways, but honestly I don’t really want to spend $2 on a pair of plastic glasses that allows me to see “It flying right into your face!!!” (Besides that technology isn’t really that new anyway…)

I want to see it for the people in the story, a story that we can relate to, acting that makes me believe, cinematography that takes into the story, etc…

I really don’t care if the leaves falling from the sky feel as though they’re about to land on my face!

Plus actors that can really act…

Like Sidney Poitier who stars in “To Sir, With Love” although it may not be in black in white it still comes under my classification of ‘old films’…

His character is a hopeful engineer who in the meantime takes up a job as a teacher. The students that he teaches are rough and rebellious and his challenge is to get through them on any level – not just to teach…

He decides to first create strict rules in his classroom that gives them their first lesson in respect and what follows is a series of lesson on the subject of ‘life’ as he puts it.

Women’s rights and race issues come to the surface in his classroom – even when this image of ‘family’ has been created.

Throughout the film his character is put to the choice of becoming an engineer or choosing his classroom…

The way that this teacher is depicted by Sidney Poitier allows you to believe that what is one screen is actually real-life and we are soon swept up into what is wonderful about Mr. Poitier – he is truly magnificent… and the story is powerful and up-lifting…

The students in the classroom have had their lives changed and we start to feel their emotion… shown through the scene where they get to the museum – Poitier walks into a classroom of completely silent and tearful students and in this moment you realise the impact of this teacher…simply because they get to go to a museum.

I’ve been going to museums, art galleries, the zoo, etc for as long as I remember, these kids don’t have the time or the resources to do so, plus most the teachers before hand never would have taken them there and now here was someone willing to do so. He trusted these kids because he wanted to enrich their lives.

Being the 60s too – there were so many things e.g women expected to do all the house-work that has now changed most likely because of these people… he was also trying to show them that their lives weren’t limited to the stereotyped boxes they were placed in

In another scene they were being taught how to make a salad and one of the kids exclaimed “ah but that’s women’s work”, Poitier responded simply by noting that in a short time they would be out in the world and would have to know how to survive and that making this salad would save them even when they were poorer than poor. The students were completely immersed into the lesson and soon learnt how to make salad while forgetting who’s ‘job’ it was…

There is another scene which breaks through what gossip can do to do people when it concerns their reputation – but for those who haven’t seen it I won’t give it away. The point is, these students learn these most amazing lessons – which aren’t to do with what’s placed in a textbook and come out of it so grateful and genuinely good people which is amazing…

All this film has done is taken away hype and shown people what is a believable story which we the viewers might find teary but evidently up-lifting!

I rate this 8 apples out 10

(it’s about a teacher and I’m doing teaching so I’m going to be corny and rate out of apples)

The best bit was that I didn’t consider it procrastination because it’s about teaching – yeah I’m trying to justify why I wasn’t doing my homework, when I have a bucket load… ūüėČ

If you haven’t seen a Sidney Poitier film, then you need to add it to your list:

Other films he is in and are recommended Raisin in the Sun and Guess Who is Coming to Dinner-

Don’t forget films with Audrey Hepburn, Katharine Hepburn, Gregory Peck, Cary Grant, Fred Astaire, Humphrey Bogart, Lauren Bacall, Natalie Wood, Sophia Loren and the list is never-ending really…

Watch older films – you won’t regret it!

Or if you don’t get much of a chance to rent DVDs then at least:

  • Casablanca
  • Breakfast at Tiffany’s
  • House Boat
  • To Kill A Mockingbird…
  • Anything else that is worthy… ūüėõ

No – just start taking the train to work/school/uni because with the technology we have today we can watch films while travelling… we need to find the time to watch films, read books and enjoy food… not eat cos you eat to survive…like when you eat a nut-bar during a lecture that is draining your life – that’s possibly boredom too though…

Also not what I’m writing about….

Lesson of today:

Films are worth the time it takes to watch them especially when they’re good… where you learn something from them and continue to talk about them for years to come… I told Mum that I watched this – she said “oh that’s such a great film, did you like it… it’s something you’d love!”

Sing a long to the song that is played throughout and at the end – it really helps you feel like you’re in the story.

Signing off so I can finish my cocoa and marshmallows before hitting the hay!

burgeoning

“growing organically in different directions” – was the best way my lecturer described the meaning of this word…

We read an article about a community centre that allowed ‘youth’ who were ‘disadvantaged’ to come and learn about new technologies, in a way that was ‘unstructured’, could build on their confidence and allow them to be active learners. It sounded like a great way to learn and something we as teachers needed to read.

This word stuck out to me because it allowed me to reflect on my life as a learner and a teacher… In fact the whole day or even the whole course has allowed me to do that, it’s just today it took on different meaning.

I believe that I’m pretty fortunate – not to be boastful, it’s the truth and we can’t hide away from that, but I’ve had a pretty damn good education… I’ve had to deal with tough things in my life and in my world they have been huge because it’s what I’ve had to directly deal with but compared to stories I’ve heard, people I’ve known and the children/teens I’ve come across throughout my teaching rounds, generally speaking I’ve had it good and got it good…

Through-out my school life I’ve only ever loathed one teacher – the one who made me feel as though I was dumb (back in Primary School) she made me feel that I couldn’t do anything and I finally made the connection today of the impact that, that has had on me as a person and a learner. My self-esteem was crushed by that and I had this person as a teacher shortly after my parents divorced – which didn’t make matters any better. For a very long time after this I thought that I wasn’t good enough, even when I received¬†Bs and B+s – which aren’t bad grades, it’s just that I thought I couldn’t do better and that I wouldn’t get anywhere… every time¬†I put in all my effort I thought I wasn’t going to do well or that there was no point – that mind-set is horrible…

Luckily though even if it took all the way for me to get uni I finally realised that I can do it and now the majority¬†of my grades are HDs and some of my assignments have even been full marks – my hard work and determination to do well and sometimes even just to do my best is paying off because I allowed myself to stop thinking like that…

The point though that I was trying to make is that we’re constantly talking about what makes us good teachers and I think it really has a lot to do with getting to understand our students… I mean at that point in time of having that teacher my parents had just divorced – I used to walk around with my friends and wouldn’t talk and then had this teacher who expected understanding of a topic straight away…

Plus she was lost in the past because she liked the use of rote learning, the teacher previous to that said that I needed to practice things (eg maths)¬†with concrete learning… A good example of concrete learning came about in my second year the class I was in was learning about change from a dollar – so my mentor set up shops where the children had to sell things e.g books, sports equipment, groceries, fruit/vege, etc and then other students would buy them – so both students would have to learn change from a dollar as a receiver of the change and the giver of change – by learning what added up to a dollar… it’s concrete because they are actually doing it, they are in the action of selling things and counting money. They could then go back and de-brief on what they had just learnt and my mentor made sure they understood what added up to a dollar…

But my teacher at the time was convinced it was ok for students to grasp concepts simply by memorising¬†them and yes sometimes this has its¬†place…but concrete learning gives a complete understanding to a topic and not just the formula – she was a teacher who looked liked she was ready to retire, but still – we have to adapt to the time we live in, etc.

There are many things that I want to be when I’m a teacher or even now as a student teacher and fear that I will turn into one that is like one I haven’t liked for whatever reason… but maybe I need to turn that fear into – I’m going to be like all the ones I loved… and (yes I’m weird…or just lucky) but I have loved or at least liked most of my teachers…

If I could write a letter to those teachers (this is hard because I’m trying to be discrete) it would go something like this:

– To the teacher who allowed us to make numbers out of confetti and then taught me how to spell government with that silent ‘n’.

– To¬†the teacher who made it feel as though maths was fun with “around the world” and believed in my story-writing abilities and who I pretended to dislike when really – you were great. (She also introduced to us peer and self assessment)

– To the teacher who made the classroom feel like we were in Space and who thought I could do anything (when I didn’t.)

– To the teacher who allowed me to love Maths and make me excited to come to your classes (even if now I pray for the students who have to learn Maths from me – it did take me four goes to passthatMaths Test.

-To the teaching who made me feel like giving Drama a go even if I wasn’t going to get the main part…

– To the teacher who made us feel like a family

– To the teacher who never taught me in the classroom but gave me a lot of insights into life e.g the importance of washing hands…

– To the teacher who has always been passionate about women’s education, English/Grammar, poetry, learning in general and has instilled my love of learning and now teaching. – Plus who cared about us as people more than if we did the work, our well-being always came first.

You all got to know me for me, believed in my abilities, was/are passionate, cared about your students as well as the content, made sure we were active learners, never placed labels on us or judged us, integrated learning, etc, etc, etc and are a huge part of why I’m doing what I’m doing…

and have definitely allowed for this “growing organically in different directions” to occur – I wish I could meet with all of you today just to say thank-you and hope to one day teach like you did and I’m sure still do (if you are that is)…

I know that I have the passion and the capabilities it now just has to be put to the test.

Lesson of the day:

Be grateful for what you have instead of looking at what you didn’t get or look at the good in people. Looking at the positive side of things I know is harder but if you do, you’ll feel lighter and less burdened. Being grateful too is just such an amazing feeling… Sometimes also finding the good in someone can make you let go of why you didn’t like them – like another teacher I didn’t like, upon reflection there are a lot things that, that person could have done differently to teach but underneath that all I know that person cares and besides I am the one feeling relieved to let go of a grudge about someone I don’t care about…

We are forever growing…we are forever learning and we are all capable of anything, we just need to believe and put our minds to something.

Signing off because even though I can sleep in tomorrow¬† but I still want to get some sleep…

Soup, Tea and Honey.

It is sometimes easier to¬†give in to¬†having a rest. To take a break from life and just relax. Us uni students didn’t get Labour Day off and I think that was the cause of the sore throat I received. I should have had that day off on Monday – it was as though they planned it right when everyone needed it…

(Although I know that’s not really true)

Instead I decided to have two days off right in the middle of the week, but I only did it because I knew I needed it. I’m not the type of person to skip school – trust me… I remember back in 2003 I rocked up to school completely sick, I was wrecked, etc but was still determined to go because I spent all weekend working on an assignment for history…kids these days would probably call me a loser or something… I don’t really know what they say anymore as I’m not one…

I did have moments in the two¬† years after to make up for being so determined, but I’m pretty sure that was due to illness… because most of the time I loved school… some poeple might have thought the amount of love I had for school was sickening or strange or just plain weird…

The reasoning behind staying home the last couple of days was because last week I had the biggest week which didn’t stop by the time the weekend rolled round and then it was Monday where¬†I had to start again…plus when I left the house on Tuesday all ready to go – my throat felt so sore that right now I’m having trouble to describe just how much…but basically too sore to spend in a classroom full of grade 5/6s and Prep/1s, that’s for sure.

I ended up going straight back to bed and not getting out again until that afternoon where I decided to crawl over to my medical centre, where I spent most of the afternoon wishing I had never left the house…but I needed a medical certificate and had to wait it out. I did so though surrounded by the many characters that enter and leave a waiting room…

There was the elderly couple – who looked like they had lived a good life looking out for each other… the girl who only wanted to smoke a cigerette…and was wearing sunnies inside…the elderly man who piped up about being retired for 17 years and was oblivious to what was going on around him, the girl who walked in looking like she could fall over cos she was that sick,¬†a scary looking person who made me feel incredibly anxious, a woman who swore with everything that came out of her mouth but was as sweet as anything, a really impatient person who kept yelling at the doctor, a mother who kids needed the flu vaccine and another mother with two children…

these children though were very painful to be around and most kids I like, in fact pretty much all children I like (yes I’m deranged…) but seriously their mother was sitting there while they rang around the room, crawled on the floor, threw their ball around, threw tan bark on my lap, spilt their drinks, etc. You name it and these kids did it. While their mother sat and watched them and when she got frustrated would tell them off with a whisper!!! Why… Ok. So I’m not a parent. My experience with children is in the classroom or looking after them while their parents are at work so yes raising them is different and normally I don’t question how children are disciplined but this time I feel like I have to ask – why was she just sitting there???

Eventually and I mean eventually I was greeted by my doctor with “this place is a mad-house and it’s like watching a reality tv show” – see the funny thing is, is every-time I’ve seen her – it’s pretty much the same and then she confirms my sanity and we get down to the diagnosis…and I’m the one that keeps coming back? but then again so does she..

So with medical certificate in hand…I went home via the supermarket to pick up some soup (spicy pumpkin). My new diet for the day consisted of a lot of soup, a lot of tea, warm apple juice and of course honey. Tonight I made chicken, sweet corn soup with vermicelli rice and chili flakes – for that extra kick and I think it’s done the trick or at least I hope it’s done the trick…because I’ve actually got to the point that I want to go back to uni – at least to see my friends…

Also not having my mouth open for the last couple of days unless I really needed to as been such a challenge, I wouldn’t have thought it would be, but then I realised how much I use it…even when alone. I think out loud, I sing to myself and I talk to my appliances/laptop/etc and of course my cat… I’ve even given up talking to my cat to get rid of the sort throat…

Please, please, please – be ok tomorrow… I want things to go back to normal – or relatively anyway….

plus I never want to see Soup, Tea and Honey for a long time…

Lesson of the day:

Rest is good. You need it – so take time every so often to do so¬†otherwise you could burn out or get really ill and none of use want that for anyone…

Take a book to the doctors and immerse yourself in it so that waiting room doesn’t mess with your head and because time goes quickly when you aren’t watching the clock tick.

Signing off so that I can sing again…even if it’s just for fun.

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