The First Doubts

My ‘sit back and wait’ approach took a turn for the worse today. Two children in Class 3 (who have a propensity for disturbing, taking control and drawing others into their little world) did what they are very good at, completely disrupting the majority of the lesson.

I expected the other, better-behaved, children to take it upon themselves and put these two in their place, but most of them just seemed resigned to the situation. This may have been my fault, scince I’d told them to ignore any stupid behaviour.

I’m trying to take a hands-off approach, hoping that the children can become a self regulating entity. I know this may take a long time, and may not even work; I need to come up with a solution so as not to lose the trust of those who are well-behaved.

This degradation happened in half-group English. The previous lesson we had together was with the whole class, where the self-regulation appeared to work. Was this due to the number of well- versus ill-behaved children being larger? Can peer pressure really be the solution to the problem? This is, in effect, what I am relying on.

It’s Not A Zoo, Honest

I woke up this morning, not with a Blues song forming in my head, but with an idea to something luxurious with Freya on this untypically-Blues warm, sunny day.

After looking at our available options we decided to take her to Skansen, the oldest open-air museum and, less morally appealing, zoological park.

There were many memorable moments of the day’s outing, and those which stand out most of all include Freya’s involvement in snake and spider stroking, and her first pony ride. I say pony, though it was probably some rock-hard Icelandic bear-baiting variety; to my untrained eyes it looked like a pretty pony. Freya enjoyed it immensely, regardless its origins.

We saw snakes, koalas (sleeping, of course), alligators (or were they crocodiles?), enough monkeys to complete two Shakespear novels, elk, seals, rats, loads more animals I know the names of, and quite a few I don’t.

We also found vegan hamburgers at one of the fast-food shacks, where Jo managed to get stung two times by one of the many, many wasps (disappointingly, not one of the listed animals).

Freya came away, not only with a valuable experience, but a plastic animal: a replica poisonous frog. Sure, she could have chosen any of the large cuddly toys on display, but Freya wanted a small plastic amphibian that would ooze nocuos liquid as soon as croak at you.

I’m happy to have forewent my vegan stance on visiting such places, because it was arse cool.

An Unexpected Afternoon In The Park

We hadn’t planned to do much today. The weather was inclement, and (I later found out it wasn’t the case) Wolves were playing W.B.A.

After lunch we stepped out into the rain and, umbrellas in hand, made our way to the local second-hand shop. On our departure Freya saw two worms in a puddle by the steps to the shop. We carefully took them from their watery grave and placed them in the nearby grass.

For most of the remaining journey home Freya was taken by any further worms we found making their way over the footpath, and we helped two or three more to relative safety. All in all, over ten worms were sighted.

During our worm safari we passed a lake. Freya spotted some ducks paddling on the shore opposite, and it was then I remembered the bread Freya had stuffed in her nut box the evening before. Birds, bread and child can only mean one thing, excluding a chicken burger at mCdONALD,S: feeding the birds.

A simple afternoon’s browsing led to a very enjoyable adventure in the park. It’s interesting how easy it is to forget how much pleasure is obtainable from the most simple of experiences. Something that our bank account appreciates.

N.B. The fear of worms is known as vermiphobia

Violence Perceived

In my school there is a room downstairs, which I have alway thought to be a store-room, that is actually meant for Friday prayer for the Muslim kids, meaning pretty much all of them. They refer to this space as the “Qur’an teaching-room”, which is definitely not its purpose. Since it is used during school-time, and time has been set aside (and teaching schedules re-organised) for prayer time, the idea that it could be used as an instructional aid annoys me.

One of the children has reportedly claimed he was (probably due to bad behaviour) recently pushed to the floor by an adult – not a teacher, I hasten to add.

If this is true, and there are witnesses who have come forward to back up the claim, it is yet another instance of violence towards children that the Muslim community seem to condone as much as condemn. I am not saying that non-Muslims are without blame in this matter, but the general attitude to such events from other Muslims in the school is alarmingly blasé.

I should very much like to experince life in a Swedish school, to see if the attitude is as saddening as it is in mine.

A Cry For Help

In my Class 2 English class there is a boy who, by all accounts, is a real tearaway: a total disregard for manners, rules, other people ad infinitum. No amount of imposing one’s authority seems to have the desired effect, but the threat of a letter home to his parents literally shakes him up.

This made me suspect, along with his behavioiur in school, that something is awry; this inkling has been strengthened by a plea from the boy to another teacher, who had threatened to take the same form of action, because it would lead to a beating or kicking from the father.

Assuming that there is truth in the boy’s claim, which one must is such cases, the letter home has been abandoned for a more humanitarian approach to solving the dilemma, and one which I personally favour.

So, in the true Taoist way of dealing with things, I am now trying to appeal to the boy’s more sensitive side, giving him cuddles, talking to him about things he/I like (videogames, of course) and trying to engage him in English lessons more. I do not expect this to solve the problem, but already he has shown me a much calmer side that I knew existed.

I reckon it’s about time I tried out a few different and peaceful methods of conciliating the unrest present in my school. I have no idea how long I have left, since the headmaster/mistress are on the constant hunt for getting rid of employees they simply cannot afford, so I may as well make the most of it, and gain some personal insight into the mindset of unruly pupils.