Touch

Good evening, dear Readers!

What a busy week it has been! Can you believe I only got home an hour ago?! Sometimes life throws all kinds of things at you and gives you very little opportunity to catch your breath. But I am grateful for a full and fulfilling life!

As some of you may know, I’m a teacher and tomorrow, I bid farewell to a group of matriculants that have a very special place in my heart. We arrived at my current school at the same time. Them, as little grade 8s with high school ahead of them and me, a new teacher to the curriculum and to the school. In many ways, we grew up together in learning and tomorrow, they leave for the big bad world!

My hope for you tonight is that you know that no matter what walk of life you come from, no matter your occupation, no matter what you do for fun or where the universe decides to place you, you have an impact on people that you will not always see. Blieve me, you have, you are, and you will touch someone’s life! So by all means, live out loud!

I appreciate your dropping by and I trust you have a fantastic, full and fulfilling week ahead! We’ll see each other again on Sunday😘

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End of Term!

It’s Midnight on my side of the world! Which means the end of the school term is a mere 12 hours away! Bare with me, I’ve been counting down for the last 2 weeks so I’m super excited!

There are a bunch of posts about a bunch of different things for you to look forward to during my 1 month ( yes, a whole month!!) break, so keep your eyes peeled and get ready to participate coz it’s gonna be liiiiiiiit!!!

I better go to bed, if I want to survive this long awaited day. Goodnight my weirdos! We’ll talk on Sunday😘

Invigilation

Invigilation is a slow game of Pacman. There are, however, no winners;

Just teachers entrenched in those aisle

Picking up dropped pencils and adjusting facedown student cards- bored out of their minds

Knowing fully well that their only escape is a quiet classroom and a pile waiting for that red tick- Or red cross.

Students, stuck in their seats filling pages and pages with dates and sums and reasons in hopes that they will will be rewarded. Sometimes merely waiting for the declaration: “Pens down!”

Indeed, this game of Pacman holds us all hostage!

Halfway

I forbid my learners to use pencils in class.You see, they strive too much for perfection. They write everything in pencil then rewrite it all in pen and, like magic, they produce perfect work – but all the content incorrect. I want them to learn that learning is a process that is not always perfect…

I just hit the halfway mark of the red abyss. That’s right girls and boys, it’s exam time! looking back on the first half, it has been anything but smooth. some days I would only get through 3 or 4 scripts. It’s a rough time in my personal life, you see, and that just spilled over to my work – it happens. So these past 2 weeks I’ve pretty much felt like one of those cartoon characters that gracelessly stumble down a hill hitting their heads and butts and shoulders and faces all the way down the hill and landing with a thud at the bottom. 

But somehow, I am still intact. I think that’s what counts: arriving in one piece, or at least arriving. That’s what learning is about. So clearly I need to take my own advice. Hopefully, the second half of the redabyss will be much less painful though…

Coconut

Sigh… The only thing I can stifle out of me as I read the closing lines of this novel. Is that it? Is this all it boils down to? No matter which side of the track we are born and raised on, will the black child forever be disatisfied with being black? Will white always be a disposition we strive for? Will their soft hair and pale skin and their twang always be better?Surely, we have evolved! Surely we love ourselves just a little bit…

Matlwa paints a very bleek picture of the African child. I’m disappointed…