Tag: relationships

  • Preface

    Who am I? Why am I here? These are two questions that have featured in my life more often than I care to admit. The truth is that I have grappled with these questions for the longest time. First as a pre-teen gradually becoming aware of more and more nuances to the “Who am I?” riddle, followed by my teenage awakenings of (what seemed to be) fundamental shifts in reality and the (many) ensuing existential crises. For the longest while, I only ever felt safe and at home when wrapped in the embraces of stories (told by my dad), music (played by my mom on the piano) or when flying on the wings of fantasy.

    As I recall, the first place outside the sanctuary of the home my parents created, was in my reading class. Learning to read was what taught me how to relate to the strange new worlds that kept unfolding in and around me. Pages upon pages upon volumes of stories, reports and explanations drew me ever closer to some idea of who I was and how I fit into the many pictures that life painted around me. There was magic in reading, and it lifted me into the gentlest of lights.

    But there was also a darkness that came with learning. The darkness of knowing. Knowing that the world was not the place of acceptance I had grown accustomed to in the embrace of my family. Knowing that cruelty was an ever threatening glint in the eyes of the people around me. Knowing that who I thought I was, and who I suspected I might become, was wicked and unwanted in the world. As I grew, the world crept into my home – and I feared that I would soon be discovered to be wicked and unwanted in my family…

    This is where some of my teachers came to my rescue, while others were unwittingly tightening the noose around my soul. In stead of drumming the facts of what was good and what was bad into our skulls, some teachers lifted the roof of the world to show us what might be. I will forever be thankful to the teachers who asked me to look beyond the sentences of a two-dimensional world, and to consider the endless aspects of a single thought.

    It is because of these gentle souls, and the unwavering love of my parents, that I have survived growing up. And it is because of these custodians of peace that I have found my place in the world, and that I am finally embracing my destiny – as a #wreckademic in Education.

    I came up with the idea of being a #wreckademic partly as a throwback to the “academic wreck” label slapped on me in high school; partly as an intent to wreck the ruts that education has fallen into by wielding left-field scholarship as a rust-solvent for thinking about learning. It’s a bit of a self-gratuitous way of signalling that I hope to be of use in the real world. Maybe with a hint of delusions of grandeur? It’s aspirational in spirit, though, without claiming to live up to the hype of Disruption.

    Pre-Phd proposal defence selfie (2022/05/10)

    But why pick up blogging (again)? The hope is that by keeping an open blog, as writing-and-thinking practice, I will be able to share my passion for learning and development through my own experiences – and with the insights of likeminded people from across the globe. I hope to learn from, and be inspired by fellow travelers, mentors, teachers and other souls passionate about pedagogies of hope.

    I hope to make a difference.

  • How to derail our dating potential

    Generally people seem to believe that I’m an easygoing, low maintenance and generally nice kind of guy. This makes me happy. While I am all for being an agreeable fellow, there are some things that tweak my tits. In the interest of any potential suitor who cares to read this, the following actions (in no particular order) will get you nowhere fast:

    1. Changing my name. If you don’t like what my folks called me, I won’t like you.
    2. Claiming my pets as your children (step/foster included). If we ain’t married when you do this, we ain’t never gonna be.
    3. Trying to fix me / get me off my meds. I’m bipolar, not broken.
    4. Texting paragraphs in rapid succession, using All Caps for emphasis and/or multiple punctuation marks. I’ll think you need therapy, not attention.
    5. Making light of alcoholism. Bitch no.
    6. Cringing at queer culture, -expression, -humor, -linguistics or -rights related work. If we’re dating, you’re bi/gay/msm. Deal.
    7. Being prejudiced. Full stop.
    8. Believing racism is a ‘white’ thing. That idea is racist – see no.7.
    9. Denying me my own culture and language. Afrikaans is integral to who I am. Classifying Afrikaans speakers as racist makes you prejudiced. See no’s 7&8.
    10. Hating on believers. While it’s your right, and I might have a thing against organized religion, I don’t appreciate the belittling of faith. Mine or anyone else’s.
    Perhaps I’m being a cranky old man. Maybe all lines should be crossed. That’s okay. Do whatever you want out there. I’m just saying that if you want to get with this scatterbrained wreckademic, you need to get with his program.
    #mustlovedogs

  • Zulu love letter assignment (Diamanté poem): Genealogy

                                                                               birth
                                                                          wet, sacred
                                                            expanding, stretching, reaching
                                           boy (who is) son (who is) brother (who becomes) man

                                                      man                            graduate, caregiver, activist, leader
                                                 naive, bright                             burning healing hoping
                                       reading, thinking, playing                         fierce and loyal
                                 graduate, logician, soldier, hermit                         woman

                              iron and leather, envelope and shield                         wife
                                    teaching, showing, carrying                           soft and fragile
                                             classic strong                          enlightening, strengthening, loving
                                                  husband                         the earth, his hearth, crystal and flower
                                           gentle, protective                        life-giving, defending, guiding
                                  reviving, supporting, believing                 beautiful though embattled
                              provider, champion, guardian, father                        mother

                                                  firstborn                              rebel princess, survivor, genius
                                           fierce but hidden                             singing, laughing, crying
                                       striving, shining, lying                             depressed, blessed

                                    poet, writer, leader, faggot                                    sister

  • Wicked Wednesday word-wars

    “Familiarity breeds contempt” someone once told me. What transpired this afternoon partly confirmed the validity of that claim. I say only partly because, to a large extent, today’s fall-out wasn’t necessarily founded in familiarity. Probably the larger contributor to this situation was that of growing disappointment and a touch of resentment. Here’s what happened:

    After seven and a half weeks of working together on our practicum, some of our colleagues have grown quite weary of those who had not contributed, engaged or done their part. This manifested in a heated exchange of words on our WhatsApp group, when a meeting to compile our group assignment was convened. Those who had been slinking by in the shadows were represented by statements of impropriety as to the “suddenness” of this arrangement, while the diligent faction responded by pointing out that participation throughout the practicum period would have negated any perceptions of “suddenness” and “unfair treatment”.

    In the end the Slinkers slunk away, and the worker bees did the work.

    Lesson: Work hard with those who work hard, and reap the rewards.

  • Clean slates daily

    It is imperative that one start each day anew, with a calm spirit and clean slates for all your learners. This is not the easiest feat to accomplish – and I suspect it takes enormous emotional reserves to maintain such an attitude. The longer one remains in Education, the tougher it seems to get…

    “May you never be jaded.”

    This morning didn’t start off all too well on a personal level. (I won’t bore you with the details.) It follows that when a notorious class walked in for the first period, I wasn’t exactly a picture of peace. Seeing one or two of the learners that got my goose yesterday didn’t help my mood much either.
    Then one of them melted my heart with a sincere question and a hopeful expression:

    “When will you teach us again, sir?”

    May that moment stay with me forever, for it shook me out of my own hazardous thoughts and showed me a glimpse of the soul underneath the protective layers of a “problem” learner. There are genuine, vulnerable children inside the armored veneers of the upstarts and trouble-makers. When one opens up to you, you can’t help but realize how difficult and rare such acts of vulnerability truly are.

    I might not have understood that child completely, but I was humbled. Touched. And terrified of making the wrong move! I realized that the smallest hint of nonchalance or apathy would wound the boy and destroy any possibility of connecting with him. So I smiled appreciatively and explained my Life Orientation timetable to him. His class wouldn’t see me for English again, but that didn’t mean that I did not want to teach them.

    Thinking back, I realize that my own armored veneer sometimes leaps back in unguarded moments. Little chuckles of nonchalance.
    Subconscious eye-rolls.
    Sharp words.

    This is not an easy course I’ve chosen, and I will have to check myself regularly.

  • Photo day!!

    It was Photo Day at school today… this still (since my days) seems to mean chaos in the classroom, and fun everywhere else. Learners are expected to be everywhere at any time of the day, to appear in class photos, team photos, individual photos… you get the idea.

    Funnily enough the drama kids wanted me in their photo! Badly enough to petition the principal :0)

    I loved it, of course, even though it felt strange to sit in on a group’s Year Photograph after only being around for four weeks, and full knowing that practicum will be over in another four weeks’ time.

    But no matter how I declined, there was no getting out of it after they came back with the principal’s blessings. Here’s an iPhone photo taken at the same time as the official photo:

    I [heart] U too!

    The learners at this school are amazing kids – and they are barging their way straight into my heart…

    Back to academia:
    Days like today are very tricky when you’re trying to teach your lessons despite the mad-hattery around you. I suspect a better way to go about it, is to channel the excitement and turn the chaos into a learning experience in itself. Orals or creative writing projects could transform the lesson into something the carry with them whilst changing uniforms, posing with different teams and classes and just generally having a wildfire day.

  • A four day week

    Four furious yet fabulous days of found fortitude and fulfillment!

    This is how I choose to think of the week that has passed. Although it is true that there were terrifically trying times – where time itself was an issue alongside temper-teasers and tiny tots playing at tyranny. At the weekly end of the everlasting eddies in the Euphrates of education, everyone eases into either joyous entropy or enlightenment.

    In other words: It is undeniably necessary for both teachers and learners to reflect, rethink and resume our days and weeks in peace – and with blank slates. I cannot harbor grudges or disheartened opinions against the kids I encounter at school. School is both a changing and a changed environment. As are the people within it. It is meant to be a place of learning and growing, and these processes include making mistakes, testing choices, relationships and barriers, finding our truths in ourselves and, hopefully, changing the world for the better.

    If I am to be successful at teaching happy, healthy people – I need to be one, and love them all equally.
    Come what may.

  • Sharing is Caring

    I love conversations. I love having them around the dining table, on bicycles, in busses, at home and with friends. I also adore having conversations with learners. And this, I feel, is a good thing in subjects like Life Orientation.

    The problem with class conversations, is time. As time flies when you’re having fun, it does while I’m working. I just need to be careful that time doesn’t  run out mid-lesson! Now thankfully I usually finish on time, but on occasion we tend to hit gold in our class discussions, and following that vein to where it leads – hitting “flow” as a group – can steer you way off course as far as your lesson plan is concerned. Not that this is necessarily a bad thing, in my humble opinion – on the contrary – but it devours time like nothing.
    Today I hit such a vein in my L.O. crit class, and while I’m certain that my mentor enjoyed the class immensely, I do worry that I didn’t do enough. Part of this worry comes from the deviation from the lesson plan (that is critiqued as part of the whole) and part of it has to do with how much I want these kids to learn something about themselves. I just want to take the time to know that each of them finds joy in themselves, that they learn to accept themselves and others as the wonderful creatures they are, and that they fall back in love with the beauty of life.
    Usually we can only hope that some little thing we try in class ends up helping somewhere. When you strike gold though, and you can see those souls shining, it’s a drug that fills the entire room. That is when magic happens all around you. And that is why I love what I do.
  • Listverse: 10 Things You Didn’t Know You Could Smell

    by J. F. Sargent, January 27, 2013

    If it came to the crunch, and we were faced with losing one of our “five senses,” is there a single person who wouldn’t part with his sense of smell? Sure, it’s nice and all—but it just doesn’t compare to the usefulness of sight, the necessity of feeling, and the awesomeness of sound.
    Or so at least we’ve been told. It turns out that the lamest sense is actually a lot more powerful than you might imagine. There’s an unbelievable array of subtle, subconscious things that we just wouldn’t be able to pick up without a functioning nose.

    10 – You Can Smell How Old Someone Is


    You’re probably familiar with the idea that old people stink. Whether it’s from first-hand experience, or just general pop-culture osmosis, somewhere along the line most of us begin to accept the concept of an “old person smell” as a fact of life. And in a weird way, we’re not wrong.

    In a study which rather sadistically placed pads under people’s armpits and then gave them to others to sniff, scientists found that the sniffers could reliably distinguish the odors of people over seventy-five from the odors of other people.

    Interestingly, the odor isn’t necessarily bad. Scientists believe that the negative stigma around the “old person smell” concept has more to do with a fear of old age than an actual negative response to someone’s body-stink.

     9 – You Can Wake Yourself Up With Smell


    Since it’s the world’s most popular psychoactive drug, it’s fairly safe to assume that most of us enjoy a cup of joe every now and again. But according to one study, you may not actually have to drink it to get the necessary effects.

    By studying the effects of coffee aroma on rats, scientists found that coffee’s smell makes the brain release proteins that will protect nerve cells from stress. Which is exactly what coffee does to you when you drink it.

     8 – You Can Smell Fear

    Though it sounds like a movie tagline, the ability to smell fear is something humans really did develop for defensive purposes. Not only can we learn to identify what fear smells like in other people, but we will naturally become afraid ourselves after smelling it.

    The evolutionary idea behind this ability is that humans, like all social animals, are strongest when acting as a group. If one person is so stunned by panic that he can’t communicate his emotions, the stink of his terror (as well as his body language) will spread fear to the others in his or her group. This keeps everyone’s actions—or at least their emotions—coordinated.

    These days we don’t have so many encounters with predators. But we do have horror movies in theaters, and the principle still works in essentially the same way.
     7 – Women Can Smell When a Man Is Horny


    Men might hope that they’re being subtle in their advances, but scientific studies have revealed that there’s simply no hiding their arousal from a woman. She can smell how turned on a man is—and not just in a subconscious way. In studies, sniffing pads soaked with the sweat of horny men was found to activate parts of a woman’s brain normally associated with perceiving emotions in others.

    But what about men? Do their noses play any role in their eternal efforts to get some? Certainly—but not in the same way. While women have a definite advantage when it comes to perceiving the intentions of their potential sexual partners, men have a slightly different ability:
     6 – Men Can Smell When a Woman Is Ovulating


    While a man’s ability to pick up on a woman’s sexual excitement might be entirely subconscious, his ability to tell when a woman is ready to get pregnant isn’t. In a blind study, scientists discovered that heterosexual men sniffing the T-shirts of various women would consistently label those of ovulating or fertile women as more “pleasant” or “sexy” than the T-shirts of other women who weren’t ready to conceive. Apparently, men can identify this scent up to a week after the clothes were worn.
     5 – You Can Smell a Compatible Sexual Preference


    When you examine the findings from various studies about individuals’ sexual preference towards different body odors, an interesting pattern occurs: sexuality is actually detectable by odor.

    If a straight man is given the T-shirts of a combination of gay and straight men and women, he will consistently find the odor of the straight women more pleasant than the odor of any other group. The same is true for gay men: they will be more attracted to the scent of other gay men, and so on for every other group.

    Though the findings are hardly conclusive, this does provide strong scientific support for the idea that homosexuality is based in neurobiology, rather than being an individual’s choice.
     4 – You Can Smell Which Direction an Odor Is Coming From


    We have the ability of a bloodhound, and we didn’t even know it.

    It turns out that every human is born with the ability of “egocentric localization.” That’s the ability to tell where a smell is coming from without even moving one’s head—in exactly the same way that people can pinpoint the origin of a sound. It’s a skill that all of us possess, but which most of us never bother to hone.
     3 – You Can Smell How to Do Better On a Test


    So far all these nasal tricks have been neat and perhaps unexpected, but not especially useful. So here’s one that’ll actually improve your day: you can use your nose to get better grades.

    You probably know that smells can trigger a flood of old memories—but what you may not know is that without a sense of smell, you may have not been able to recall that memory at all. It turns out that olfactory (smell) perception is far more closely linked to memory than you realize: it stimulates both the ability to recall things and the ability to commit those things to memory. 
    So next time you study while rubbing yourself down with lavender oil, be sure to take some lavender oil to the test. 
     2 – Women Can Smell How Sexy Men Are


    Most of us have heard that facial symmetry is one of the most important factors in a person’s level of attraction. But studies show that symmetry isn’t just something we see—it’s something we also smell.

    In a study that (once again) involved smelling other people’s dirty T-shirts, scientists found that women will rate the smell of symmetrical men as more attractive than that of non-symmetrical men—even when they’ve never smelled, seen, or even met the men in question before.

    Basically, sexy people smell sexy—and so do their clothes.
     1 – You Can Smell How Healthy Your Offspring Will Be


    Humans consistently make their choice of sexual partner based on whether or not the other person’s Major Histocompatibility Complex is different from their own. The Major Histocompatibility Complex, or MHC, are the molecules in the body that fight foreign invaders, like germs and viruses.

    Choosing a mate with a different MHC than your own will improve your offspring’s MHC, meaning that they’ll have a stronger immune system and will be more resistant to disease. Women are most likely to be attracted to men who have a different MHC—and interestingly, it seems that the sense of smell is pretty much the only way to determine the compatibility.

    The best piece of advice for young people looking to find a serious partner? Follow your nose.

    J. F. Sargent is a workshop moderator and frequent contributor at Cracked.com
  • You phoned

    … this is what I didn’t say.