present!
basic face
Re-cap:
January – My trip to London (alas I didn’t blog it – but who had wi-fi when it was needed?) was phenomenal. To be in a conference of brilliant minds all wishing to share what they do and learn together new concepts to put into practice – well, that’s such a high bar of attention, that it’s hard to beat. (World ORT Wingate Seminar 2013)
I learned about gamification and how to step inside that new domain.
I heard from others that they would have been delighted to hear about puppetry in teaching. Next time!
I attended Chuquai Billy‘s poetry gig, and was happy to read some ku with him accompanying the breaks with his keyboard accents.
I met Jean from my ancient childhood and saw her current day incarnation – similar to then.
shops on High Street, Camden town
February – a month of catching up. Re-teaching that which hadn’t been taught in my absence. Re-dealing with kids who wanted to watch movies instead of study. Jumping into puppetry lessons with kids who want more per week. More and more!
Re-applying learnt concepts and re-kindling enthusiasm for a school day that doesn’t begin to offer the intense high of London’s Wingate Conference.
Sharing what I learnt with teachers in meetings and on the way to other things.
Re-thinking how I can engage my disengaged students.
Now March.
Anxiety.
I feel the anxiety of students needing to pass Matriculation exams. I feel their lack of enthusiasm and preparation. I feel ill-equipped to deal with those who chose never to work. I feel helpless to help those who won’t work because they’re frustrated. I feel dismay with those who fear the work more than anything.
When free from feeling them, I devise wonderful techniques for implementing language. It’s all so simple without my students! Why is that?
(It’s complicated)
alter-ego mid-process
Saturday ku:
terror
school dreams
haunt the morning
And so I awake way too early on a pure sweet Saturday. Not even coffee brightens my mind. Luckily the sun is out and the neighbour’s coughing session has ended. I can open the window and breathe in pure sweet refreshment.
anemones in the Negev
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