Restorative…

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Last lesson of the day and, up until then, everything had been going okay. Nothing perfect, but then what is?

So, in trundles my class. They are a bright class with one or two individuals standing out as very bright and hardworking. Unfortunately, some of the group believe in people-power; their power against mine.

I have no power. I am merely a supply and that is a lower order of the lowest caste known to educational institutes. Regardless of that, I am a good teacher. I am a good teacher. I am a good teacher. I keep saying this not to reassure myself, but as a way of invoking a powerful spell that will act as a magical cloak of protection. More than anything else, I am a decent human-being who treats everyone equally, unless they impress me deeply and I have a little more time for them. As I said, I am a human-being after all.

As one little group in my class turned up some seven minutes late after making plain their determination to try to undermine me, I did the teacher thing and moved this tiny group of rebels into different classrooms to work. In the meantime, I got along with the business of teaching the rest, the ones who did not wish for my appearance in the circus of life and death as a rather lively aperitif for the lions and tigers.

At the end of the lesson, a pastoral lead asked if I could spare a few minutes with her and the miscreants in order to bring about a restorative resolution. I agreed, but had little faith in a equitable outcome.

What followed were two minutes of me saying what I expected and three minutes of the two girls saying what was wrong with me. They apparently worked better when they were talking and were not forced to listen to the teacher trying to teach.

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What has happened to me as a teacher? What has happened to teaching? Why have I turned all authoritarian in the way that I expect teaching and learning to progress?

Thought For Monday…

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But even now, even in this more advanced world, it isn’t. 

I remember that whilst I was at sixth-form some politician wrote a book on the effect that the new technological world would have upon ordinary human beings and their work/play patterns. His thesis was that the new-intelligence would free us up, give us more time off. According to his supposition, by now most of us ought not to be working more than two days a week.

It made perfect sense. That was almost forty years ago. What went wrong. 

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Just who has been running the show?

Desperately Seeking Something…

Even More…

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images-35As more and more people seek the exit door of divorce to solve their marital disappointments, it seems that they are able to hold all the advantages. People have stopped getting old. Fifty is the new thirty and sixty is as well if one so desires. An awful lot of those not-so-oldies have more disposable income. They have realised hidden capital from previous assets like houses. Kids have grown up, sprouted wings and flown the nest. All in all, it sounds like a win-win situation. So, why do we know so many older singles who are desperately seeking someone?

Rebecca is a middle-aged woman who is recently divorced. She and her husband were married for 25 years when he told her he wanted a divorcebecause he is in love with someone else. For the past few years, Rebecca was unhappy in her marriage, but she never thought that they would…

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Desperately Seeking Something…

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As more and more people seek the exit door of divorce to solve their marital disappointments, it seems that they are able to hold all the advantages. People have stopped getting old. Fifty is the new thirty and sixty is as well if one so desires. An awful lot of those not-so-oldies have more disposable income. They have realised hidden capital from previous assets like houses. Kids have grown up, sprouted wings and flown the nest. All in all, it sounds like a win-win situation. So, why do we know so many older singles who are desperately seeking someone?

Rebecca is a middle-aged woman who is recently divorced. She and her husband were married for 25 years when he told her he wanted a divorcebecause he is in love with someone else. For the past few years, Rebecca was unhappy in her marriage, but she never thought that they would divorce. She became accustomed to her life and it’s routine. Rebecca had no idea that her husband was cheating on her and so his revelation came as a total surprise.

She is now living alone and wondering what will become of her life. Her family and friends are there for her, with her married children living close by. Rebecca continues to work part-time at the same job she’s held for seven years. Financially, she is okay, but not as monetarily “comfortable” as when she was married.

Shoba Sreenivasan, Ph.D., and Linda E. Weinberger, Ph.D.

Emotional Nourishment

My wife and I have been married for almost twenty-one years and we have been married to each other all of that time. It’s not always been plain-sailing. My mental health issues have sometimes made life very difficult for the both of us. There were point when we could have given up. I always tell her that she could still get a very good-looking and financially endowed partner, but she tells me to stop talking such nonsense. The bottom line is that we have stuck together and hopefully will continue to do so.

Some of our friends have not done the same. They have taken the exit door when the whole performance became a little too much or too little. Unfortunately the next big act seems to refuse to appear.

Two of our divorcee friends have spent the time since their previous relationship trying to discover the one that is meant for them. It ought to be easy in this world of instant digital-dating. Indeed, the act of getting a date does not appear to be the difficult part. What is difficult is finding another fish in the sea that has not been damaged over-harvesting or just constantly harbouring the need to be wanted for any time between five minutes and an hour.

Sex is easy, but talking to the other person before, during and after the main event seems beyond many. The end result is a whole tranche of middle-aged singletons who are going to spend the rest of their lives living alone, but with the addition of occasional sex.

Another friend of mine (male) has accepted that his lot is to satisfy his own libido and the libido of other transient sexual encounters. He doesn’t desperately go searching for anything other than the instant gratification of skin on skin.

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He seems to be happy enough…

Dip-Sticks, Half-Wits, Lunatics…Unite. The world is ours!

 

After much inner-debate, some divinity has decided that the above (or below or above, if you get my meaning) are finally going to rule the world. 

Our leaders are now in place: Putin, Trump, Assad, May (or may not) and are set to plunge the world into a madness only the truly mad can dream about.

For a while now our clan has been taking up key positions in public service from the police to the classroom to local and national government to border patrol agencies. And they are winning.

Recent developments of the emotional, empathetic, sympathetic, ethic, philosophic and academic inhibitors have shown that people perform better without these odd impediments. Don’t think, just do is the way life will be.

 

Just don’t let anyone get away with telling you that you are wrong. 

“fill me from the crown to the toe top full of the direst cruelty.”

Memories are made of this…

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images-40I don’t know who I prefer, the pissed-up Pict in beach shorts annoying the hell out of the locals or the mad witch in my department.

No; pissed-up Pict every time.

She was at it again today. When does somebody eventually realise when they have been defeated? Mad eyes were revolving in their sockets as she came to get Brodie. I heard her from the shelter of my classroom. She was pecking at him, pecking him towards madness. She was also pecking away at my newly-found sanity. Claire joined the fray in an effort to save Brodie any more pecks but it was too late; the harpy was in proper pecking mode. Any students around must have thought that this was a rehearsal for Eastenders (or the Mallorcan equivalent). I told them to stop, but that didn’t work. And then she was in my classroom like a spent breath.

Just…

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