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Teachers not Parents

April 23rd 2008 03:05

I have noticed in recent years a shift in public opinion regarding exactly what the role of a teacher is. As a teacher myself, I am confronted with this on a daily basis. I get regular requests from parents "Can you please tell so and so he has to do his homework, he won't listen to us," "So and so has been speaking rudley to her mother, could you punish her" "my son doesnt know how to brush his teeth properly, could you show him" (no, I am not making these up!)
I love my job and I enjoy watching my students grow over time, it is very rewarding to see them develop not just academically but also socially and emotionally.

I feel, as a teacher, it is my job to provide a safe environment for my students to learn in and my job to teach them the tools of learning that will assist them throughout their lives such as thinking, reasoning, listening, observing, socialising, arguing, analysing, critcising, planning, there are too many to name. Besides the basic content covered in the school curriculum, I feel it is my job to instill certain skills and values into my students aswell. However, I cannot do this alone, I need the support of the parents to ensure what is being taught in the classroom is being reiterated in the home and vice versa.
It is not my job to punish your child about something they are doing at home, it is not my job to teach your child personal hygine and it is not my job to teach your child manners.
My point is, teachers will keep up their end of the bargain (so to speak )at school but parents have got to work with them and do their bit at home too. In order to get the most out of your child, we have to work together to achieve the same goals.

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V-Day

February 14th 2008 09:01

I am a sucker for all things commercial. I hardly notice that as soon as the shops put the tinsel away and the turn the lights off the christmas tree Peter Cottontail is hopping down the bunny trail and every type of chocolate egg now sits on the same shelves as the ill fated christmas decorations. I will admit that I have succumbed to commericialism a number of times. I own an emerlad green velvet hat screaming "Happy St Pats", I am not Irish. I have a string of jack-o-lantern lights that come out for one day a year every October, I am not American. I (regrettably) purchased a giant pair of glasses that say 2000 to bring in the new millenium where my eyes fit in the middle 0's, I do not have poor vision.

I am an advertisers dream, if you put a big sign up that says "buy me!" theres a good chance I will. However, there is one exception... Valentines Day. Why do people need a day to remind them to tell someone they love them? My boyfriend and I go out for a nice meal on a regular basis but it does not appeal to me to go out on a night where every man and his dog is trying to show someone they care. Restaurants are busy, it takes longer than normal to get your food and the set menu is usually pretty average.
My tip for you boys, is, buy flowers on a random day... you'll save a fortune! Take her out when shes not expecting it... youll get major brownie points! And for god's sake, dont, under any circumstances, buy a grown woman a stuffed animal... what the hell is she going to do with it?

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Anyone for tennis?

January 24th 2008 09:38

Is anyone with me in saying that the Australian Open has, very sneakily, infiltrated their everyday life. I am your average working woman. I try to abide by the three 8's. That is, 8 hours sleep, 8 hours work and 8 hours left over to play. However, the past fortnight I've really got myself out of wack!
I am by no means a tennis fanatic. I do not play tennis and up till now, I do not watch tennis. That is, untill I learnt my new apartment does not get cable and I have been forced to watch free to air TV. I was flicking through the channels, (it doesnt take long, theres only 4 to choose from) when i saw Fernando Gonzalez. To be honest, it wasnt his tennis skills that got my attention, it was probably more like his green eyes and fit body but thats beside the point. I watched a couple of points and before I knew it, Gonzalez had lost in 4 sets and the time was after midnight. I then repeated this for the following 8 nights cutting my sleep time down from 8 hours to about 4.
I find myself cheering for the underdog, getting angry at the lines people and marvelling at the different and often, very innapropriate get up the players are wearing. 2 weeks ago I couldnt tell you who Jo Wilfred Tsonga was or what he is ranked, I had no idea tennis was played on a range of courts and I had never cheered for Anna Ivanavich. So my question for you folks is: How do we get sucked in? is it the ads, the emotion shown by the players, the crowds enthusiasm? How have I become an overnight tennis addict? I have considered the likely answers to this, its exciting, i like competition, I appreciate the hard work that goes into being a proffessional athlete and this is the conclusion I have come to.... only live in places that get cable TV!

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where is the love?

January 24th 2008 06:06

This morning I was awoken by a loud banging outside my window. I peeped through the blinds to see who was making all the noise only to find no one there. Back into bed I hopped with the intention of making the most out of a rare sleep in opportunity. This didnt last long as the banging began again. Out of bed I get, pyjamas and all, and step out onto the balcony of my apartment. Hmmm still no one there? I lean over the railing at the same time an undientified flying object falls from the apartment above and narrowly misses my head. I look to the ground where the object has landed and to my surprise, in the garden below, I see 4 bricks, 2 flower pots, an old picture frame and am able to identify UFO as the weights that go on either side of a dumbell, each weighing 10kg. The garden, recently planted with brightly coloured cliveas now looks like a rubbish dump.
Whilst throwing your belongings over the balcony may make moving out of your apartment slightly easier, its certainly not very neighbourly. So, very polietly, I yell in the direction of the falling rubbish "would you mind not throwing things into the garden, the plants are getting squashed?" thats reasonable I think to myself. "F**k off lady!" comes the reply. Not used to being spoken to this way, I step back inside and look out the window where i can see all types of household items fly past throught the morning. And so I got to thinking, is this the new neighbour? have the days of leaning over the fence to say hello been replaced with bitter backyard feuds? I wonder how many of us actually know our neighbours these days? Maybe the next time you pass someone in your apartment block, instead of pretending not to notice them (seriously, how can you not notice someone standing within 3 feet of you in a confind space?) how about saying "hi." It cant be that hard, can it?

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