We had rain, rain and more rain the whole week.
Thursday morning I opened my curtains just before six am. The sky was breathtaking, I had to take some photos.
That is Luigi after he has been in the sun for about half an hour.
After finishing her lunch!
Drinking her milk with a stainless steel straw.
Forty years of teaching experience gives me a lot to reminisce about school, children, parents, teaching and teachers.
I was never cut out to be a teacher. Never liked teaching much too. But I, as a dedicated person, learned to give my best while working with children.
The best of my teaching time was when I taught English second language, history and technology at High School Secunda. I had year eight, nine and ten. Teenagers are difficult years. I usually had the average and below average students classes. The lessons had to be as colourful and well planned as could be so that they could participate naturally.
Those eight years at high school were trying years in South Africa. Secunda with Sasol II and III was a danger zone for bomb attacks. The year twelve boys had to protect the school and patrolled the verandas around the classrooms. Guns were ready in the vault for in case. We also had regularly emergency evacuations.
We, as teachers, also trained to use a firearm. We had shooting exercises to make sure that we were prepared. We had to use our firearm for protection. It’s a big responsibility to protect children and keep them safe.
I usually had the slower children in my register class. Most of the time I had to be a mother, father and friend to these troubled children.
One year I had a girls class. One of the girls was sent to a reform school. Her home environment was terrible. She was a real rebel and using drugs. I filled reports and forms on her behaviour which was a huge task. I know that she was rehabilitated at the end and wrote her matric. I was glad that she did well. The worst was that, the first day she was free to face life outside the school, a car killed her while crossing the street.
Another year I had a boys class. They were a handful a real rough bunch. However, we playfully tackled the day’s work. There were twins, both in the same class. They were ten brothers and sisters, all equally rough. They were, however, a close family and well-mannered. After a year out of school, I met one of the twins at the shops. He was so happy to see me. His first words: “I was released from prison yesterday.I’m never going to lose my temper again.I want to be a good father to my child and husband to my wife.” It is sad that children who are inner good, land in situations that get out of control. Another boy one day shouted from the back of the room: “I won’t take out my book.” I took him to the principal who gave him a proper reprimand. In the end, he was a grateful child who passed his year. He realised he had to do his work to achieve something. He bought me a coke and thanked me for helping him to stay on the right path. These small tokens of appreciation of educating children made it worth the while. I mostly had to do a lot of incentives work to convince them that, with hard work and pressure, life is worth it.
These are a few snippets from my teaching journey.
Last year I decided to do a mystery quilt again this year(2018) I picked my colours, a strange combination! I wonder how it will look at the end?
I did not do any sewing after receiving the first block in February. We are now in April. I have three blocks to make before no four arrives next week.
The holidays came and are nearly gone. I took out my sewing machine. Put it on the table and thought maybe the machine would do the sewing without me. I wish! I put the machine away again.
Only one day and the weekend and the school starts on Monday for the winter term. Yesterday I decided – now or never.
First block x4
Second block 4x
Third block x8
The second and last week of the holidays. I had a lot to do this morning.
Had to arrange an appointment for tomorrow with my gardener. Walk Trompie. Pack orders and get them ready to be posted.
Off I went about 10:30 am. Went to the Doggy parlour to make an appointment for Trompie’s groom. The lady was fully booked up until May 22. Lucky for me she made an exception to groom him on Saturday, May 5th.
Then to the post office.
At 11:30 am I entered Pack-and-Save to buy my week’s groceries. I was halfway through when the alarm went off inside the store.
I thought: “What now?”
I left my trolley while the alarm was still screaming. I had experienced a few alarms going off in South Africa.
Then came the command: “Evacuate the store!” Only once.
No rush nothing! Workers were all moving out to the door encouraging the public to do so too. I saw that some elderly people were helped to get outside.
We had to move out onto the parking lot in the front of the shop. After about 5 minutes the fire brigade arrived.
I waited behind some workers.
One of the workers came to me and asked if I was okay and explained that the fire brigade had to first declare the place save before we could move back inside.
It wasn’t a pleasant experience to hear the alarm and to move outside.
It was only a fire drill!
Early morning adventure.
Friday, April 13, my favourite day!
I usually take Trompie for a quick walk before I leave home at about ten past seven.
With all the bad weather I did not take him for these early walks. I am in the lucky position now to have a fenced garden. I let him out at half past six, but he kept on telling me he wanted to go out.
I know why he wants to go out. He loves to sniff out cat poop to eat.
I put Trompie on his lead. I told him I am already late, he better hurry up.
The road in front of my house is a double drive with an isle in the middle grown with grass.
We crossed the road and walked past the farm where there are about fifty sheep and four cows. It smelled like the farm. Trompie kept on trying to push through the fence. He wasn’t in a hurry at all.
I forced him to keep on walking. We crossed the road just after passing the roundabout.
We were back on the side where my house is. When we came around the bend,
On the middle part were two huge, white, fat pigs looking at us.
Trompie looked at them, and they looked back.
Trompie and I slowly moved nearer
You know what these two pigs did?
At first, they stared at us.
We stared back in amazement.
They turned around in a flash, squealing and off they went, back home.