#SoCS Feb. 4/17 – Hair

Linda’s SoCS prompt this week…

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: “hair.” Use it any way you’d like. Have fun!

A quick one this time.

I’ll be busy today as I am attending a close family wedding. There were lots of last minute preparations, beauty wise, with regards to eyebrows, nails, hair removal etc… And the covering of my roots, and stray white hairs!

Somehow this week passed me by and I got to Friday with no time for the hair dying…So 6.30am  Friday morning found me with a hair dye kit, desperately trying to cover my greys!

I couldn’t do it in the evening as it was my Brother in Law’s birthday, and then I had all the ironing, to do, and accessories to get ready.

It’s a Sikh wedding. We need to be at the temple by 9.30am. The temple is 1.5 hours away… I need to get the kids, as well as myself, ready, and at my in-laws by 7.30am so we can leave in time…

Somehow I am scraping this together, by a hair‘s breadth, as I don’t want to miss the challenge!

Have a great day! I’ll try and post some weddng pics later!!!

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Thursday photo prompt – Low Tide #writephoto

Sue’s photo prompt for #writephoto this week.

low-tide

Not a creative piece as such this time, more of a reminiscence.

When we were younger, we spent many a summer in Kenya, visiting family. Mombasa was a place we would frequent on occasion. Imagine it, a huge band of Indians, all parked on the beach, women attempting to feed the masses, kids enjoying the water and men nursing several beers!
The tide would go out for a certain time, allowing us to walk out into the sea quite a distance.
Please forgive me, I cannot offer your accurate fact, this is the memory of a 41-year-old from when she was nine!
My Pops wanted to walk out as far as he could so a few of us decided to all go together.
There was me, so brave, venturing out into the open sea. It was fine for the first minute, then I kept feeling strange things under my feet!
I saw sea cucumbers and strange creatures. The seabed was obviously uneven, and as my feet stumbled through the dips and raises, my mind worked overtime.
The seabed was obviously uneven, and as my feet stumbled through the dips and raises, my mind worked overtime.
I managed to convince myself that at the bottom of one of these dips, was a shark’s mouth, and if I put my foot down, it would be bitten off!
That was it, I shouted to Pops that I was going back, turned and ran, arms flailing like a little lunatic, back to the safety of the sand!
They all came back around 45 minutes later, walking almost a kilometre (I think!) into the sea, turning before the tide rose again!
Oh, what a wuss I was! Couldn’t even enjoy the low-tide without my imagination running wild!!!

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#JusJoJan Daily Prompt – Jan. 19th/17 – Rubbish

Day 19 of #JusJoJan, the writing challenge by Linda G Hill, inspiring us to write every day in January!

The Just Jot It January 19th prompt, brought to you by Wendy of Wendy’s Waffle, is: “Rubbish.” Use it any way you’re inspired to. And make sure you stop by and say hi to Wendy as well! Here’s her blog: https://waffle-with-wendy.blogspot.ca/

Rubbish

I wondered what to write when I saw this prompt initially. Should I muse about the trash? Or about things that I think are like garbage?

Then a conversation with Lil Man the other morning, triggered something.

My son is 11.

He is in Secondary School.

He is still a child.

When he went to the local park, on his way from school one evening, with his friends, they stopped at the climbing frame, which incidentally, is one outside of the play area for young children, for the older kids to play on.

“We went to climb on there, and about three different men in green jackets came up to us and told us to get off, that we couldn’t play on there! The park people are rubbish!”

So, according to these officials, 11 year olds are too old to go on park equipment, that has been designed for the older child… Hmm…

Correct me if I am wrong, but isn’t the world generally always complaining about the fact that kids are growing up too fast?

So why limit their playtime in a park?

Surely that is a good thing, that they want to play, and be children, not sat at home watching TV or buried in their phones!

My son is small in stature as it is. He is often mistaken for a Primary School aged child, but the badge on his blazer gives away that he is older. He is a very physical person, and for that I am glad.

But to have the opportunity to burn some energy taken away by idiotic officials… now that really is RUBBISH!

Let kids be kids!

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Fixed Vs. Growth Mindset – The Round Roti

Just this week, I had a most interesting staff meeting.

Staff meeting… Interesting… not necessarily two things that are often in the same sentence!

But seriously, this week we had a twilight training session (meaning we were there for three hours) all about Mindset & Motivation, and Evidence-Based Teaching.

It was fascinating!

Led by Robin Launder, an ex-prison officer turned teacher, I spent an insightful three hours extending my knowledge about mindset.

Prison officer… teacher… the similarities are vast if you think logically.

  • You are both responsible for vast amounts of other people.
  • You have to deal with behaviour issues.
  • You both need to set limits and boundaries with regards to behaviour.
  • You can find your work/life balance heavily teetering on the work side.

Who knew? I am basically a Prison Officer but for smaller inmates!

No, that is taking things a little far… My little darlings are far from the outlaws who are incarcerated in Her Majesty’s ‘Hotels’!

But it is definitely correct to compare the behaviour aspect of our jobs! We do need to instil boundaries in our classrooms. We need to keep our children happy and focused. And most importantly, we

And most importantly, we need to give our pupils space and opportunity to grow.

How guilty are we, in life, not just school, of labelling people?

“Oh, you’re such a clever boy!”
“You’re the best !”
“You’re so good “

It isn’t wrong to praise anyone, but sometimes, especially in this day and age, I fear we use far too much of this praise for a good bit of work or job, rather than praise for effort.

In this way, we as parents and teachers can enforce a fixed mindset. A child who has been praised to the hilt for previous efforts is less likely to take risks in new learning, for fear of failure. They can do this but they can’t do that, so they don’t try it = Fixed Mindset.

Whereas those who have pootled along, getting things wrong, as well as right, are more likely to take the next step, the next risk, with the chance of success equal to failure = Growth Mindset.

Because FAIL is not a bad thing!

F – First
A – Attempt
I – In
L – Learning

This was something that Launder mentioned, and I liked this, because we already have a poster up of this acronym in our school, growth mindset is firmly in all our minds!

And just an addition here, we went to another Mindset training and these came up as an addition to FAIL!

SAIL – You’re getting there, you can do it!

S – Second
A – Attempt
I – In
L – Learning

And

NAIL – See, practice made it perfect! On to the next challenge!!

N – Next
A- Attempt
I- In
L – Learning

Now, I could go into depth about all the wonderful things Launder mentioned, but I would be here for ages! Instead, I will mention one thing he asked us to all think about.

“Think about something that you really never thought you would be able to do. Something that you can do now, but at the time, you felt was impossible.”

There are so many obvious things, like ride a bike, learn to drive, learn to swim… but when is Ritu ever that obvious!?

We were asked to volunteer our ‘thing’ and I was happy to comply.

“To make perfectly round chappatis!”

Seriously.

It was a big thing for me!

My mum never expected me to cook regularly. Of course, I helped out but I wasn’t like some girls I knew, who were in the kitchen from a young age, perfecting the art of making Masala Chai, and Saag, Pakoras and Sabzi, in preparation for the inevitable marriage, and pleasing of in-laws!

But, when I got married, I was thrust into a family where it was normal to have curry and chapattis (roti) every day. There was only so long that I could sit back and be the ‘new bride’. Even though my mother in law is wonderful, she wasn’t going to cook for me forever!

So, the practice began. At first, my mind was pretty fixed. I was never going to be able to do this. Maps of every continent on this planet would appear before me as I rolled the dough out, but none looked like the Earth itself! I was almost resigned to the fact that I would never be able to do it.

Nevertheless, I carried on. No one commented on my strange shaped chapattis. They may have looked odd, but they still tasted ok. And day after day, week after week, I would make the chapattis at dinner time.

It wasn’t until one weekend when my own parents were over, that I realised that I was actually a fully fledged “Chapatti Queen”, as Robin Launder christened me! Mum stood in the kitchen, talking to me, and unbeknownst to me, was watching me roll my magic out. After I had rolled out around ten chapattis, she said to me in wonder, “Ritu, your rotis are actually round, all of them, and you aren’t even concentrating!”

When I looked down at the one I was rolling out and the pile of cooked flatbreads, I realised that I really had learned how to make round chapattis! I mean, as I rolled they even went around, by themselves, aiding in the creating of a perfect circular shape!

And not only that, I was also an expert at using different doughs, filled and spiced, and even able to rescue dough that was a couple of days old and that had become a little watery, to still make round chapattis!

Well, Launder was actually quite surprised when I had said my little sentence.

“You won’t believe this,” he said, “you aren’t the first, but the second person to have ever said that to me in all this time I have been running these sessions! Usually it’s the old ‘ride a bike’ thing!”

And during the course of the course, my art of making circular chapattis was referred to several times! My colleagues laughed, and said that they need to see me make these infamous round rotis too!

So, me being me, tried to film myself. I know I am a teacher, very resourceful and all that, but even I couldn’t magic a third arm out of nowhere, and I didn’t want to ask a family member to film me, so I improvised with a saucepan handle, and got this video… It’s not great, but you can see the chapatti moving around, of its own accord!

Apologies for the not clear filming, but hey, I hope you get the gist!

And here is the chapatti fluffing up when being cooked, another achievement!

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And you know what, I don’t get them right every time. But I always have a jolly good go! You may get Africa, or Russia even, once in a while, but they are pretty darn good, no matter what! And hey, practice makes perfect!

See, GROWTH MINDSET!!!!!

If you are interested in reading more about Robin Launder, and his teachings, please visit his website, Behaviour Buddy, by clicking here.

Snow Fun! (It Didn’t Last Long Though!)

Well, you know how excited I was yesterday, about the snow fall that we had.

It was cold. We got around 3 cm.. not much, but enough for the kids to want to go wild out there! (Well, as wild as 3cm lets you get!)

Initially, I was like, “No kids, you need to get to bed. We’ll see tomorrow.” But then I got to thinking. I was fully aware that the snow was not due to continue falling overnight, but the temperatures were going to be low. This meant that whatever snow we had would still be there, but in ice form, rather than lovely soft snow.

So I crumbled, and all four of us got wrapped u, ready to go and ‘play’ in the snow!

It would have been five, but Sonu went out and ran straight back in. Strangely, he doesn’t like cold, wet things falling on his fur!

And they attempted to make snow angels, snow balls and snowmen!

It meant that the pristine, snow-covered garden was now a mushy mess, but at least they had fun!

This morning, it was indeed icy. I needed a pickaxe to get through the ‘snow’ on the windscreen, and the road, in places, where the area was mostly residential, was treacherous. There were ice rinks where puddles once were!

Getting to school was no better. The carpark was a giant lawsuit waiting to happen, with iced-over surfaces! The caretaker was trying his hardest to salt and grit over the playgrounds before the children arrived, and there were three of them for him to deal with! One is on an incline, and the main path is at the bottom of the slope. As he scraped the path, the ice from the top of the playground was melting, and rolling down slowly, refreezing where he was trying to clear!

Poor guy!

It was almost a pointless exercise!

Morning play outside for the whole school was cancelled as all three playgrounds were far too dangerous, except in our nursery. We were lucky! Our little area still had some ice snow for the kids to enjoy, and clear paths for them to move around!

It was a joy to see these children, some of whom hadn’t even been allowed to touch the snow, play in this wonderful cold stuff that they hadn’t ever experienced before! (Unless they were from Poland, in which case they had seen much, much more!)

And we even made a snowman!!!!

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Alas… it’s all gone now!!!

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