OK, so this is the house that Dad built. You saw it a couple of earlier posts. Mary (her blog) commented that there was probably more to the story than I told. I will try to collect it together. But I will need to backtrack a little bit. I had two Grandfathers but I lost them. Two Grandmothers, also. I never met Mum’s father. Neither … Continue reading Going Bush.
My story about Br Paul received some anticipated negative responses. But I really wanted to talk a bit more about the positives. So the following aren’t negative practical jokes but things that I saw that taught me a lot about teaching. At one staff meeting early in the year, the deputy Principal explained that the school did not agree with that type of discipline that … Continue reading St Joe’s.
This is the start of my journey in teaching. This will be the first page of my new blog when I have set it up. But I want to start now – before I am ready. That is appropriate. And I will transfer it later. 1001 steps to becoming a good teacher. Introduction. I became a teacher by accident. In the few weeks before … Continue reading I never planned on being a school teacher.
There is a lot to think about. It started like this. quiverquotes.com My opinion hasn’t changed from the day I read your first story—you should write a book or a memoir or a collection of teaching stories. This was a bit of an ego boost especially coming from her. I was feeling that I could use my Cooking blog better. (But thanks for all the … Continue reading 1001 steps to becoming a good teacher
Murder, riot, parents, teachers, youth. This was at the heart of a post on Quercuscommunity upon which I was tempted to comment. The actual prompt was, “Does anyone have any good ideas?” Now that isn’t a good start because no one is going to ‘put pen to paper’ if he thinks he has a bad idea and if he does have an idea he runs … Continue reading What’s the Matter with them?
We all have bad patches. I just spent some time with a young person who is going through a bit of a bad patch. And I sat down to write about it but I couldn’t because I hadn’t asked for permission. So I decided to trawl through my old post for this story. – You know how some old bores want to tell jokes all the … Continue reading The refugee – A re-post
It was going to be wet that Thursday when Mary got ready for school. It was October 6, 1972. Mary was twenty and she was a teacher. It was a small school in the north of Victoria only thirty kilometres south of the large inland city of Bendigo. When I say it was small; there were only six students, all girls and the eldest two … Continue reading Mary’s Story
A day or so back a few of the girls were having a bit of a chat about girls and bullying. It seemed that when she was a little girl Elouise was sent to school in the wrong dress and this caused her to be a misfit. You can read here. This caused Gwen, Fran and Candice to jump in. I love it when my … Continue reading Fits and Misfits.
I told a story some time ago about a boy in my class who needed to use elbow crutches. I’m going to tell it again but with a different introduction. Since reading Fran’s book “Trapped” I have looked back a bit and I wonder if I did the right thing. Maybe Fran can comment. After I gave up on the law because I would rather … Continue reading Getting to class on time