Tissue isn’t the issue, when a single sneeze can silence a room.
An aural interruption that sounds like epidemiological gun fire.
Germ warfare is back, hoarding new soldiers, for its big battleTime slows while an entire space holds its collective breath.
Whose side are you on? Can I trust you? Can I be trusted?
Pandemic enters our discourse and gathering spaces.
Without a warning.
Powerless to hold it back.
A natural response is now an attack.
Thoughts racing through every soul within
and without 2 metres distance of the blast radius.
Droplets with unknown destinations and origins dispersed.
Droplets of anxious sweat forming on foreheads from what’s not known.
Distancing, dreading, decisions to make, do I have 14 days to give?
Knowing how 7 days without interaction makes one weak.
Could 14 make me stronger? …
At a point where everyone expects instant gratification, information, and action telling the world to wait, think, and then act requires a bold courage beyond any mandate from 40.5% of voters. Regardless of political stripes, promises, and budgets, decisions must be made to benefit the entire populace not provoke or punish it.
Yet, it seems punishment in the form of economic funding cuts is all that is taking place. The public outcry is deafening already, and growing louder everyday. No one thinks cutting education, health care, or social service funding is a good idea.
With so many public services under attack and more cuts coming our way I wanted to consider the impact of government actions in terms of verbs in an alpha-betical construct. …
I see you.
I see you trying.
I see you fidgeting.
I see you working hard.
I see you fighting the floor.
I see you being a peace maker.
I see you standing up to bullies.
I see you waiting for snack time.
I see your random acts of kindness.
I see you struggling to pay attention.
I see you trying to find the space where you fit in.
I see you when you haven’t had a good night’s sleep.
I see you watching the seconds slowly tick as time crawls.
I see you throwing things because words have escaped you.
I see you searching for representation in the books you read.
I see you when you are trying to make the distractions vanish.
I see you walking off your school bus with an emotionless face.
I see you when you arrive to school without warm winter wear. …
What is learning? Is it the content inside of the textbook? Does it come from all of the socialization experienced at school that is supposed to prepare us all to run on the hamster wheel of life? Could there also be lessons to learn from moving desks in a classroom?
I’m writing this post while my grade 5 class attempts a self-directed room re-organization. Cacophony, collisions, and an occasional boundary dispute resolution tribunal are all part of the process. Desks and chairs in motion cause mini-tremors across our classroom floor. …
Talk is cheap.
Talking with someone is not.
Listening and nodding is definitely cheap.
Listening to someone with compassion is not.
Actions can be cheap when misdirected
Taking action for someone who can’t is not.
Talk with someone if they’re struggling.
Be ready to listen to someone when they have the courage to share.
Be courageous to act on behalf of those who need help.
You get the idea.
Don’t be cheap.
Four of the many #OneWord2018 offerings from educators via Twitter.
With the retrospective rose coloured goggles secured over my eyes, it’s time to dive into 2018 because it is going to be better. This is not a flippant cliché to elicit the feels and aahs of readers. 2018 will be better.
My one word for 2018 is better.
Whether written, spoken, or withheld on purpose my words will be better in 2018.
They will edify not nullify. They will appreciate not devastate.
They will lead not supersede.
My lessons will be better in 2018.
They will envelope my students with ownership of their learning.
They will inspire confidence, resilience, and compassion for others. …
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We are rocks.
We are witnesses to all that has passed in front, under and over us, and all that will surely come.
Our once jagged edges smoothed by time, wind, and water.
We have been used as hammers, as walls, and as weights.
We have become weapons; thrown back and forth between sides who no longer remember, or understand the original reasons why.
Too many times, we have been plucked from a peaceful place only to be thrown in anger. …
I remember laughing when our teacher taught us that fish swim in schools. You know how kindergarten students think, right? Naturally, I wondered which classroom at my school held the aquarium? Would dolphins be there too? Then came the cruelest lesson of all; dolphins are not fish. Why was I even there?
All these years later, I understand that we were the fish in that educational ocean. We were taught to swim in a school at school zigging back and forth as if in a constantly choreographed current. …
Where do all of the keystrokes go when the cursor isn’t in the text box?
Have you ever typed something on your computer only to look up and wonder where all of the work went to show for it? You check if your font has been set to white. Nope. You hit ctrl z, ctrl z, ctrl z, and then you check again. Nothing. You look for a file on your drive which might resemble what you were typing. Zilch.
I am a terrible typist, undo, undo, undo, I mean keyboarder.
Between text boxes, emails, and shared docs there are copious times where my work straddles the digital ether — finding home between screens and servers. …
I pray that a nation that started with a revolution would wake up and smell the gun powder and stench of hatred.
I pray that a nation with so many generous people would show that it gives a damn about all its innocent lives senselessly lost.
I pray that a nation balanced by liberals and conservatives, or whichever extremes they hide behind, would meet somewhere in the middle.
But first, I pray that a nation where it’s people are free to speak would feel equally bold to listen first before yelling at one another.
I pray that a nation that claims to dominate the world with its machinery of war would seek to find lasting peace with itself at home before bragging to the neighbours. …