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
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
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.”