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Friday, March 28, 2014

AT THE END OF A LONG DAY


What can you do when tiredness catches up with you at the end of a long eight – class day is coming to an end and as the second bell rings what comes out of the mouths of your adorable students is “we do not want to do that”?

The first thing you should do is take a deep breath. Then take as many deep breaths as you need to so that you calm the bitch that lives in you down. (All right, so she only lives inside of me. Let´s call her B.T.M. from now on).

The second thing you do is calmly convince them of the importance of the activity and why you have planned it. However, the B.T.M. keeps barking in your head about who do they think they are to know what they want to be done in a classroom? Tell them to go off to college for four years and get a license to teach. Tell them to walk into a classroom 200 days per year and put up with children of all ages for 30 years. Tell them that after they have done all of this, then they can decide what can be done in a classroom. Nonetheless, calmly and taking deep breaths to stop the barking, you once again, explain that you know they are tired and so are you, however, the activity will be beneficial for their learning and time will fly by; before they know it, the bell will have rung and it´s homeward bound.

Meanwhile B.T.M. wants to tell them that we do not have to do what has been planned and that she really could give a hoot to whatever their future will be like. But that is not what comes out as she opens her lips. The teacher who has been in the classroom for 30-years gives in and asks them what they would like to do instead and tries to come to an agreement; each one going half way. They do a little of what was planned and the teacher does a little of what they would like to do, which most of the time is play a game.

Guess that there is a time to stop, a time to retire, perhaps this is the time. With this thought B.T.M. reminds me to blame it on the hormones. They are teenagers and their hormones are fitting into place and you are going through menopause, therefore, your hormones are falling out of place. Guess that in the end we are just fighting the same battle. 

PS. Tips on reducing stress:
1.   Take care of yourself. Eat well, sleep enough and exercise.
2.   When you feel like doing something you wouldn't normally do, think twice before you do it.
3.   Your hormones are very hard to control, you should be happy if you even try because it's a very tough business to get into. If necessary, see a doctor for help.
4.   Try to stay calm. If you're worried about something or someone, talk about it to someone, like a parent, sibling, friend, teacher or even a professional. Going to a psychologist doesn’t mean you are nuts.
5.   Don't do anything stupid.
6.   Try carrying a stress ball of some kind.
7.   Most importantly, learn to say NO. Not only to say it, but to mean it.

(Written March 27, 2014)Todos os direitos reservados a Meire Marion.



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Thursday, March 20, 2014

As the Hand Strums the Guitar


A clash of sounds fill the room that at first hurt one’s ears, but slowly the voices quiet down and then the strings are struck at the same pace and rhythm. Two minutes later the voices arise once again and there seems to be a dispute as to who speaks the loudest or who wants to be heard by most of the people around.

Again the strings are struck and the voices quiet down.

Like a musical piece, the voices arise again. So many topics are spoken.

The boys, to the left, talk about tests, concerts, teachers and funny stuff that only the boys would laugh at.

The strings are struck a bit more; some more sweet sounds are produced.

The girls, to the right, huddled up in a small group talking about boys, teachers, clothes and makeup. There are topics of he said this and I said that. They talk about moms and dads, step-moms and step-dads. It seems like the girls have more to talk about.

All of this is taking place as the master of ceremonies (referred to as the maestro by some) calls one at a time to test them and help them improve on a song that they have been working on for the past couple of weeks.

All of a sudden, the maestro calls out: “All together”, and like magic everyone stops talking and starts playing the song in sweet harmony. (Well sort of, for some of them still need a bit more practice.)

With this, 45 minutes have gone by as the strumming hand plays the guitar. The music class ends.



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(Written : March 19, 2014) Todos os direitos reservados a Meire Marion.