A graduate teacher sits at the desk waiting for the first parent interview of his career. Let’s imagine he is twenty-two and his students are fifteen. The same age as his brother or his sister. Two days ago he was frustrated by his class’s lack of attention and respect for his professionalism and he raised his voice and gave them all a detention. And now … Continue reading Parents and Teachers
First – Br Paul will not feature in this post. Yesterday I spoke about the difficulty of writing reports, firstly if you don’t know the students for as many reason as you can imagine and secondly because you don’t have a good grasp of what the parents might expect. Today I will attempt to explain my method – a method which saved my bacon on … Continue reading Student Reports.
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.
Another repost. (I hope to be able to start some new posts soon.) I once knew a hero. He was a real hero although he denied it. In my life I have known many people. Most of us are ordinary and most people we meet are ordinary. I guess that’s what the word ordinary means. It was my first year as a teacher. That would … Continue reading He was a Hero. Repost.
It seemed like only yesterday but it could have been a lot longer. Jack wondered whether he was losing touch with a reasonable concept of time. The point was this, here he was sitting down with Didymus and continuing as if no time had elapsed. ‘As I was saying about the deserts. It will be more simple if I start with the southern hemisphere. … Continue reading The Interview – Deserts
Jack died. He was old enough and went quietly in his sleep. He was an old geography teacher and a bit of a greenie so his family cremated him and threw his ashes into a howling gale from the top of a cliff. He found Heaven quite pleasant. A bit different and sometimes a bit like being down at the bowls club and other times … Continue reading The interview
On the afternoon of Tuesday 1st of October 1957 an old man staggered out of his hut in the middle of the bush, fell into the fire that he kept burning and died from his burns. I doubt if he felt much pain; he was drunk. Apart from that, nothing of much importance happened that day. The USA issued the first paper currency, its $1 … Continue reading A thing of importance.
Do you want another story? There are a few tiny little bits in this that smack of the truth but I’ll leave you to work out which for yourself. I have no intention of telling you. And it has only two parts. Aquilino’s mother and tomorrow Aquilino’s father. When William woke on the morning of seventeenth of September he did not feel well. He had … Continue reading Hermoso es! Aquilino’s mother
I joined the Tin Alley Players some time in 1965. That was the day I set my first step on the road to a career in “The Theatre”. The production was “Coriolanus” by William Shakespeare. It was one of those Shakespearean plays that few young and aspiring actors seldom knew. The Tin Alley Players was a production company of the Melbourne University Amateur Theatrical Society … Continue reading Coriolanus and Me
Sometimes I just delight in posting photographs of birds and bees and butterflies. Now and then I might throw in a poem or a story or some tale of my youth. But now and then I get cross. Sometimes it is like putting a huge saucepan of water on the hot plate. The water starts off cold and then as you watch it there is … Continue reading Guess who has a bee in his bonnet!!