Three reasons every teacher should become a student

Teachers spend a lot of time telling other people what to do. They organise, instruct, facilitate, demand, cajole and convince.

There is a lot of… Students stand up. Sit down. Open your books. Look this way. Listen. Follow me. Do your homework. I said sit down.

Yes, there is a lot of that. And most of it is necessary. But somewhere along the way, after all of that time telling other people what to do, teachers forget what it’s like to be on the other side of the weight of expectation and the wagging finger.

Perhaps what’s called for is a little table turning. Perhaps all teachers should become students for a day. Read More

When Opening the Door Opens Your Heart

I learnt a lot of things the year I lived with a stripper.

Did I learn to how to totter in perspex heels? No. Did I learn to dance around a silver pole? No. Did I learn to inhabit stage personas? No.

But I learnt about what life was like for someone who did.

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Befriending Loneliness

Last night I woke at three in the morning.

When you live on your own, 3 a.m. is about alone as alone gets.

So I lay there – alone.

Staring into the darkness, the ‘lonely’ dog sat at the end of my bed. Would I feed it until it lay full and satisfied; would I succumb?

I knew that if it joined me, the weight of it would be suffocating. I knew it would be dark. As I contemplated this emotional defeat, a thought slipped into my head.

‘I am so lucky to be alone’. Read More

Why Writers are my Rock Stars

The crowd around me was swollen with anticipation.

The spotlight spun from his hair like the heroic thread of gilded biblical texts.

By the time I had shuffled to the front of the crowd I was so giddy that I would have let him sign the flesh of my bare extremities. Instead, I lost the ability to speak and stood with doe-eyed adoration.

This was not a Rock Concert and I wasn’t supplicating in front of a leather-clad Rock Star. Instead, this is a recount of the moment that I met the one and only Bill Bryson at a book signing.

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If I Died Tomorrow

My hairdresser spotted it. She always does. She’s more like a scalp-savant than a hairdresser.

“Brooke, have you experienced a traumatic event recently, say, perhaps a month ago?”

Kate can read my head as a clairvoyant reads a crystal ball so I knew that there had to be some truth to her suggestion. Actually yes…

“That was when I almost died in Bali.”

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