In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “We Can Be Taught!.”
What makes a great teacher? I was, a grade 1 ‘outstanding’ tutor of post 16 education for a number of years. Does this make me a great teacher? No. I could play a very good game for 50 minutes. Did it enhance my teaching? No, if anything it took away from my ‘greatness’. Did the observation and grade make an ounce of difference to my students or the perception they had of me? No. So what does make a great teacher?
After 13 years of teaching. I would quite easily answer this question with a bullet pointed list.
• Listening – how many teachers listen? I leant all about my students by listening and observing, I may even go further to say I cared!
• Addressing the students by name – in the over populated classrooms in England some students are overlooked. I always felt it was important to address each student by their name from the day they enquired about my courses. After all, without them I had no job. They needed to know they mattered.
• congruence. I would always work along side the students. I would do the collage, painting, printing. I didn’t dish out orders, I was involved. I demonstrated and let them make their own learning by being part of it.
Will I be remembered for my Grade 1 ‘outstanding’ by OFSTED? I doubt it. From what my student say to me even months after I left the ‘rat race’ of teaching is that I was someone who ‘cared’ to me. That is the best teacher of all xxx
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Me Time.” It has spurred me to admit that I have neglected the ‘Me time’ of blogging. It has been a while since I created a new post but its like missing a friend….a couple of day is normal in between coffee dates or meeting up, but a couple of months and you really do put pressure on a friendship to last the course.
My humblest apologies to my followers as I haven’t given myself even a small amount of time for ‘Me time’ or in fact ‘you time’ to nurture the new shoots of friendships that began to grow at the start of writing my blog.
Someone asked me the other day about blogging and stated that they too had concerns about them being interesting or engaging…. I admit it would be impossible to be both those things daily but, as always, I told her the main purpose of my blog was to be honest. To show me as me with my flaws but also to show you my strengths.
It was during this time that I realised I hadn’t watered my shoots for a while, or connected with those people who have so kindly read, responded and commented on my blog.
So today, I have made some tome for me to write to you to thank you for sticking around and that I hope to start giving myself time to nurture these friendships and hopefully create space to produce more.
How do you make time for you?
Hope you all have a fantastic Christmas and New year… One of my resolutions is to write my blog! Apologies for my absence. Let’s get the madness of Christmas out of the way and let’s get cracking. Xx
Thank you Hannah for reminding me to write my blog. I don’t know if anyone else is like me?. Being a female, I am meant to be able to multi-task. I openly admit that I fail to do that at the best of times but probably more so that I have started working again.
I try and plan creativity into my working week and some weeks, since starting back at work, I have managed to continue with creative projects, some other weeks it may be the odd photo in the hope of remaining part of Leanne Cole’s Monochrome Madness.
I don’t want you to think I take my readers for granted, after all, it would hardly be worth writing if nobody spent their time to read. The Daily Posts ‘Ready, Set, Done’ have been an excellent way to write a blog without over thinking and worrying about the subject matter, punctuation and grammar and the I am always encouraged by the wonderful sound when someone comments or likes your post.
So, lets make a commitment …… to post regularly, to jump back into creativity and start spinning more plates in an attempt to multi-task, and generally show you readers that I appreciate your time in reading my blog.
Thank you Hannah for bringing back into what is important to me. and thank you to readers for continuing to read.
The Daily Post, ‘Ready set, go’... 10 minutes of unedited writing. Here goes.
I’ve not written for a while as I have been questioning many things in the usually way… Just asking ‘Why?’
It’s not that I have become disillusioned with blogging or my creativity but sometimes you do question why? Why? or even – ‘Whats it all about?’. As you may have read in a recent post ‘Goodbye Shirley’ I lost a friend. The question of why, when you see the love that people had for her at her funeral, evidently becomes at the forefront of your mind. The feelings of powerlessness for the family and friends left behind is overwhelming at times and leads you to question so many things sadly left unanswered.
You also begin to question why you waste precious time worrying what other people think of you or your work. it is evident that what is important to some is of no concern to others and they also probably ask the question ‘why?’ on so many of life’s little idiosyncrasies like I do.
We have been given brains to use, but the questioning can sometimes be all consuming. ‘Why?’ creates a never ending hamster wheel of unanswered quesions and can feel you leaving exhausted and without answers at, what may feel like, an endless period of time.
I have often stated that it would be good to see a blueprint of how life will be turning out. Maybe that would be ideal and we could have all the answers. The difficulty is not in the constant questioning I assume, It would not happen. What would happen would be to truly believe that things in life happen for a reason and learn to trust that the reasons will be revealed.
Now wouldn’t that be a blissful place to be?
Although I am prone to comparing myself to others I am glad to say that I don’t look at airbrushed images in magazines and covet appearances of the rich and famous.
What I have learnt over the past few years is that it certainly is what you do that counts. You can have all the riches you could ever dream of, yet never have enough. You can have all your needs met, yet snatch all you can from those who are deemed to be your ‘loved ones’.
I was introduced to the word ‘congruence’ during a course about 9 years ago. I watched as the tutor drew two lines horizontally, one on top of the other. I remember this as a visual learner and I also remember the meaning. What you say and what you do must follow the same pattern, the same synchronicity.
You must be who you say you are, do what you say you do. Be congruent.
I spent years comparing myself to others, so many in fact, that I still fall into that trap. However, today I acknowledge that I am doing it, talk it through and see what area in my own life that I need to focus on and be grateful for the person I am today.
I hope I am synchronised, congruent and honest. I know for a fact that I am far from ugly. X
Again, a privilege to be featured amongst some amazing photographers. It is not my main medium but this weekly post makes me more observant to the wonderful natural surroundings and everyday objects. It makes me grateful to be courageous enough to try new things and get involved in the creative world of blogging. Why don’t you try it?
Wow, Stuart liked my last post ‘Goodnight Shirley’ which led me to read this wonderful tribute he wrote to his ‘nannie’. The post talks about wishing you had said such words whilst the person you write for, was still alive. How often have we used those well known words….if only.
Life can be fleeting and it takes something drastic or sudden to make you realise that. It can be a roller coaster at times and take unexpected twists and turns. It’s a common cry of the grieving person, ‘if only I had……’
‘Write it for her anyway’ reminds me of a question I was asked when I missed my mum terribly weeks after she died suddenly. ‘What would you want to say to your mum if she were here?’ I was asked by a counsellor whilst I sat facing an empty chair. ‘Imagine your mum was sat in that chair, what do you want to say to her?’
‘I did it mum!’ I said.
Such a powerful position to be in when you are desperate to just feel the love of a lost one and listen to their voice. ‘What do you imagine she would say to you Becky?’ He then asked? At this point I felt loved as I remembered my mum with her ever comforting voice saying… ‘I knew you would!’
Words can always be written or said. It eradicates the ‘if onlys’ and gets rid of that awful sense of guilt about the unspoken words or unfulfilled promises.
Today I can sit with my mum and dad and speak to them as if they were here. I can imagine my fathers sarcastic tones or expletives and imagine my mum laughing at some of my thoughts or behaviours. In truth I can face an empty chair and talk to them anyway…. And if I truly listen, I can hear their response.
Thanks to Stuart, I have remembered that this is something I can do and it’s healing power is amazing.
It’s nice to be a part of such a talent of photographers and being featured amongst the impressive work of Leanne Cole. Not long ago I would neve have considered daring to send my photos to anyone but the excitement to know whether or not you have taken a striking picture that claims it’s space on the blog is too much not to be part of. Leanne, as ever, gives honest feedback and inspired me to just keep on ‘keeping on’. Again a privilege to be featured and to see such beauty and perspective in the work of others. Thank you x
I heard this tonight and what a fabulous way to sum up the belief I can often have with some long held negative thoughts and opinions (bull£&@)) about myself. Quite often these beliefs are like a pair of old slippers, extremely comfortable, well worn and that, for some strange reason, I find reluctant to let go of.
Some beliefs are so ingrained that they have taken on the very steps I walk, the mannerisms I have and almost morph into me. Sometimes I don’t recognise the ‘bullshit’ and, quite often, believe wholeheartedly that what I tell myself, about myself, is the absolute truth. Thank God for perspective, for friends who can stop these thoughts simply by challenging their truths.
In ‘The four C’s’ I spoke about the four types of people I surround myself with today and I am grateful that these people give me a full and honest view of myself in ways that can be both positive and challenging.
I’m not saying I surround myself with people who pat me on the shoulder or continually stroke my ego, but people who care enough it give me the truth.
Another way it has been described recently is that you can surround yourself with so many different people and they are all staring at a beach ball. (Me) Each person has a different view point. Some see red and yellow, some blue and white but they are all seeing the same object/person.
The love affair with my own bull£&@ had to stop at some point. Running away from reality was not successful and it has been only by relying on the help of others that I have been able to start truly living.
A love affair can be something sordid or something truly beautiful. I want to dance through life wearing life like a loose garment, but before I can do that I need to take off the corset of self criticism/abuse or what was so aptly put tonight, bull&@£&. I need to untie the laces that have kept me from facing fears or trying new things and get rid of the limiting beliefs about not being good enough or that I was a ‘beautiful mistake’.
“Happiness is an inside job” said William Arthur Ward and I need to start feeding myself up on positivity and love for myself, from myself. Today I feel the happiest I’ve felt for a long time. A weekend that has been incredible and has shown the truth to me… I am good enough and that isn’t bull)&@&!
*I do not usually use bad language in my blog so please do not stop reading. This quote had to be used without being watered down. Sometimes it needs to be knocked in with a hammer rather than being stroked by a feather.