I guess when I type a post in Word, make it bigger and then paste it in WordPress, the bigger font does work. Yay!
Trying wordpress January 24, 2008
So after consulting my readers, I decided to play around a bit on wordpress. I am not totally satisfied with the font size though, so I will see if I can work on that.
The use of novels in history class January 22, 2008
Being still sick, I have been doing a lot of reading these days. I also had to write some exams that my students will be taking today and tomorrow. One of the books I have read, as I mentioned before, is Rashi’s daughters by Maggie Anton. The first part of the trilogy centres around Rashi’s daughter Joheved, the second part (which I am reading now) focuses on his second daughter Miriam.
Sick day January 21, 2008
After having been coughing and voice-less the entire weekend, I called the school this morning to report that I won’t be teaching today. I’m stuffing myself with symbicort and fluimucil, hoping I will be back soon. Calling in sick made me feel a bit naughty, almost as if I am skipping school, especially because I don’t have a fever. But I know that if I’d go to school today, I will be home sick for at least another week. And staying in bed, catching up on my sleep and my reading, won’t be that horrible…
PS. Image: ‘Sick child’ by Gabriel Metsu
To make a child blossom January 19, 2008
Yesterday morning I saw that many trees in our neighbourhood are already blossoming. It’s January and the trees are covered in white and pink flowers. Seeing this pretty sight awakened worries about global warming. On a deeper level a beautiful thought came to my mind.
Music January 16, 2008
Yesterday I wrote about the importance of sleep. Today’s post will be about another ingredient that is necessary for making my day into a success. Music can be inspiring, motivating, comforting, touching, sometimes all at the same time. This is a lesson my students learned today, when we visited the royal concert hall.
Bloginality January 15, 2008
Sleep January 15, 2008
Last night I went to sleep at 9PM. In a way, it was a bit sad to come home from school at 5PM, unpack, cook, wash the dishes, take a shower and head straight to bed in order to be fresh for another day of work. As if there is nothing to life than work. But it was lovely to hit the bed with my book and get some extra hours of sleep. This morning I feel invigorated. I am almost convinced that a good night of sleep is at least as important as a good lessonplan.
First democracy January 14, 2008
Of course, today’s post could be another whining post about the deep disappointments and struggles of teaching. Let me just sum it up by saying that I love teaching, but that I find the constant struggle for silence and attention extremely tirering. Today was another long day and I have hardly any voice left. Fortunately I don’t have much to prepare for tomorrow’s classes, so I can snuggle up with the new book I bought yesterday (I finished reading the first part of Rashi’s daughters and will dedicate an upcoming post to that novel).
New beginnings January 12, 2008
One of the qualities every teacher should possess, is the ability to see each week as a new opportunity. Sometimes it’s hard not to take a grudge against a student along into the next week. I still find it hard not to blame myself for the mistakes of the past week, while I should actually be preparing next week’s lessons.
I am sitting at the diningroom table, trying to think of nice lessonplans for Monday’s classes, but all I can do is blame myself for sending this student from my class from hell to the office (the one that threatened me last month) while other students that also disrupted my class didn’t get punished. I blame myself for letting my freshmen fail. I am grading Thursday’s exam and some of them failed it big time. I am talking 20s and 30s. I blame myself for not being the teacher I want to be. Yet I know that the only way to become that teacher, is to stop blaming myself and look forward to the week that is lying ahead of me.
PS. Image: ‘New Beginnings’ by Doris Mosler.
