Today flew by a lot faster than I would have liked it to.
I’m going to miss this school…
Time to head back to my other life.
Mr. Knoetze, out.
Today flew by a lot faster than I would have liked it to.
I’m going to miss this school…
Time to head back to my other life.
Mr. Knoetze, out.
And so it came to be that we all made it to the last Thursday of our school visit. Seven of my colleagues rose to the challenge and shone like the brilliant stars they are. One slunk away in the shadows, and one proved himself an ass. Every family has one.
“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.
So there I was thinking that the mini-exams would be on the dreary side, when all of a sudden I encountered a genuine learning opportunity. One of those where real life threw you a practical bone in terms of your theoretical training. It went down as follows:
The mini-exams started today, which meant that school started a little bit later, and ended a little bit earlier. In between these remarkable events, learners were expected to study in class or write their exam papers. Naturally this could not happen without adult supervision – which meant that I spent the day watching over a somewhat studious Gr. 8 class while they were “studying”, and invigilating their two exam papers.
From what I can tell, this week is a week of admin through and through – for learners and faculty alike.
It needs to happen sometime!
(I’m afraid that if something excessively interesting doesn’t happen outside of classes today, there won’t be anything interesting to write or reflect about.)
Precious few people seem to realize a fundamental law of adult life: Children will listen.
While it is true that all people (and not only parents) should pay heed to their influence on each consecutive generation – this fundamental law should be the foundation all teachers build from. We are, after all, right there. In front. Teaching.
All. The. Time.
School came out an hour early today, in order for all of us to prepare for the “TussenOnsFees” – an annual festival here in town. This year, our school was responsible for the food and drink at the festival. I was on the Braai Team (braai = mega bbq) with some of the other male teachers today, and had a lot of fun seeing these men more relaxed and jovial. We were also joined by a few learner volunteers. Obviously getting free access to the festival grounds worked extremely well as an incentive for them to want to help out *chuckles*.
Soon the crowds started growing and the festival kicked into gear. Entertainers sang, merchants plied their wares, cars were showed and lots of food and beverages kept everyone fed and happy. It wasn’t the largest festival I’ve ever been to, but it was fun!
And then it happened:
As the day grew old and the beer tent grew full, I grew restless as I saw what the children saw and heard and felt: Grown-ups getting stupid, with parents and family misbehaving as the inebriated do.
The kids were watching, listening and learning.
They were learning from their elders.
They were being taught what they were to be taught against
come Sunday: “Do as I say, don’t do as I do.”
I wasn’t in the position to do anything about these people acting the fool in front of their own children, but I was able to show that there was another way of doing things. Living sober is not the easiest choice to make all the time – but it is the only choice worth making.
This has to be my mission outside the classroom:
to do as I say, so others may do as I do… should they choose to.
I believe all teachers should lead by example.
All. The. Time.
Seven weeks in and we’re on our last day of classes. One week of exam invigilation to go and, according to my schedule, I am not likely to see my classes again. Of course I’ll see individuals in the corridors during next week, but I won’t get to see them all together again. This saddens me.
It is uncanny how quickly I have learned to love the learners of this school! Thinking about leaving Worcester to go back to Stellenbosch and graduate is very exciting. Thinking about leaving these kids however, is not exciting at all… is this separation anxiety? Can’t be.
My heart has been heavy all day.
Maybe this weekend’s festival will cheer me up?
I had a really good giggle this morning when one of the kids in my favourite (yes, I have one) class told me that I had “swag”. Apparently this was not only a compliment on my dress-sense, but on the way I teach and come across in general! Naturally I was flattered. It wasn’t all that long ago that the last thing anyone would ever have accused me of was being cool or having swag. I am sure my inner-adolescent blushed.
My schedule today ended up having a great balance of both English as well as LO classes, as well as the opportunity to assist some Gr. 12s with their English exam preparations and a chance to sit in on an art period! All the good things in school ;0)
After school I picked up some of the school paper kids and headed off to the teacher at the helm of the paper’s house, where I joined the editorial team in getting the term’s edition print ready. We set up our laptops around the dining table and got busy. It was great fun! My experience in printing came in very handy, and chatting with the kids turned out to be both entertaining and enlightening. The nicknames kids come up with are horribly funny, especially for their teachers! Apparently most of my colleagues from Stellenbosch University have been given nicknames as well. Some more kind than others. Naturally the learners didn’t want to tell me what mine was… saying that they will tell me at the end of my last day of practicum.
Here’s ’til next Friday then!
It is funny to see how everybody else’s tension is building, while ours is subsiding. Polar opposites from our first two weeks here! We’ve begun finishing off our required lessons and admin, while the rest of the school is either busy with or gearing up for exams.
My day was an LO day from start to finish. The Gr. 12s wrote the Departmental paper (final exam) for Life Orientation, which I invigilated. After that I had the Gr. 10s in class, where we continued talking about adolescence and how one could deal with different kinds of changes during that period. I was amazed at the solutions these learners came up with – and with the wisdom they seemed to possess in some instances! Equally amazing albeit less profound were some of the questions that were asked. Suffice to say that one needs to maintain a healthy sense of humor to survive teaching LO!
I honestly love teaching this subject. It manifests one of my personal mantras:
I live to teach – as long as I teach to Life.