Hugh’s Weekly Photo Challenge: Week 19 – “Gap”

It’s Hugh’s weekly photo challenge. Check out the prompt here.
(Funny story alert. .. I’m trying to post this at my parents home and their WiFi filter deems Hugh’s blog as far too risqué!  So I’m having to do this via my mobile so I can get all the links up, then edit via my Surface!

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The prompt word?

GAP

Want to join the fun? Here’s what you need to do.

1. Take or choose a photo that you’ve taken which shows a gap in it.
2. Create a new post on your blog entitled “Hugh’s Weekly Photo Challenge: Week 19 – “Gap”
3. Add the photo(s) you have taken to the post and tell us a little about what you are showing.
4. Create a pingback to this post or leave a link to your post in the comments section below so that other participants can view the post.

So  here’s mine, taken at Conkers Nature Park last summer, when Lil Princess was very nervously completing a rope adventure course… she was finally at the end and this great big gap appeared in the wooden slats! There were tears, and possible tantrums, had she not been too worried of falling through the slats, but she got there in the end!

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Leap Of Faith

Nearly there

Just one more big step…

Mind the gap!!!

Ritu 2016

But I Smile Anyway...

Cray Cray! – Kids Logic Part 48

Well, you know, if you read my blog, that I am a Nursery teacher, and that I have a rather interesting set of children in my afternoon session. Special needs, English as an additional language, behaviour… all sorts goes on in the afternoon over here!

Well, Lil Princess came into my classroom one afternoon, as she was coming home with me, rather than being picked up by her grandparents. She had heard about the kids from me, but not actually met them.

She sat, watching in bewilderment, as kids launched themselves at each other, and just did whatever they pleased, rather than listen to the adults in the room.

This was her comment to Hubby Dearest that evening…

“Everyone listens to mum… Except her afternoon class! Oh My God, those kids are cray cray!”

From the mouths of babes, eh!

Fixed Vs. Growth Mindset

The other month we had a staff training session.
You know the feeling right?
A whole day sitting, listening to someone chit chatting away about things that are totally irrelevant.
Techniques that will probably be forgotten by 95% of the people attending the course, as soon as they walk out.
But this time, there was something pretty major that I took away with me.
The training was all about Differentiation in the Classroom.  In layman’s terms, that means how we can teach the same to all different levels of pupils.  How we can cater for all within one lesson, and have each pupil leaving the classroom, feeling like they learned something.
It’s not an easy thing to do, from the Early Years through to the older children, but it is so important to actually present learning  in a way that a child understands.
The speaker talked about mindsets, and specifically Fixed mindsets Vs. Growth mindsets.

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Now, I found some images on Google that give you a bit of an idea about what these mindsets are.

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In a nutshell, we have to, as educators, allow our pupils to have a Growth mindset.  They need to feel that they can do it. They can learn something. They just have to keep on trying.
And in order for them to be able to develop this mindset, we need to have the same too.
Literally, the next day, I was talking to my own children, and Lil Man, who finds maths pretty tough, was chatting to me.  I have never been much of a mathematician myself, and I was ready to sympathise with him, saying I was never great at maths too, but then I remembered what the lady said the day before. So I altered my own words to say that, yes, I was never the best at maths, but I hadn’t stopped learning, even to this day.  In fact, I am ashamed to say, I don’t know my times tables by heart… thought with my own children learning them, I am getting better every day!
These statements below are a great way of altering your wording, so you can make any possible negative statement into a positive!

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Since the training, I have been very mindful (We had to train on that, mindfulness, too once!) of the things I say, and how I say them.
Yes I hate sports, and I used to say I was never any good at them, but the fact of the matter is, I was pretty good at hockey, and netball. Discus and javelin, I loved. Badminton and tennis, again more physical pursuits that I enjoyed.  I just enjoyed other things more, so I never developed the skills.  Who knows, I may have been another Fatima Whitbread if I’d kept up the throwing!
Lil Princess loathes going to Punjabi school on a Saturday for 4 hours ( I would too!) but my in-laws were adamant that she should.  I was always saying I wasn’t bothered about sending her, as I never learned how to read and write my mother tongue.  I speak it well and understand it better than many Punjabi GCSE holders.  But then I realised that I should be positive, for her sake.  She may not be great at it, but if she carries on, it’s another feather in her bow. And If she really hates it still by July, we can stop it, but she won’t have been a quitter, she will have given it her all for this academic year.
The whole mindset thing, it’s really what I am about, actually. I have always been a glass half full kinda gal, seeing the silver lining, and I think that is really key to having that growth mindset. Positivity.  Knowing that something can happen, and that things can change. It’s just sometimes it’s you that has to embrace change first and try your hardest!
So, the moral of Ritu’s latest ramblings?
Don’t think “I can’t!” think “ I’ll try!”.

Images courtesy of Google.

Home Sweet Home!

I’m Home! !!!

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Or I should log off… but I know I won’t lol!!!!
I’m home for a couple of days with my parents, so will be here on and off!!
Have a good few days! !! :mrgreen::mrgreen::mrgreen:

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Bag of Nerves Emptied!

 

Can you tell from my Bitmoji’s what I am about to announce?

Firstly, thanks to you all for the good wishes/candles/prayers.

I spent part of this morning in tears at school, talking to colleagues, as I was so stressed, and worried about the outcome of the Secondary School admissions process.

Then I tried my hardest to forget until at least 4 pm as that was when the emails were rolling out…

So after despatching me afternoon crazies,  It was around 3.50 pm, I thought i would check my mail.. obviously nothing was going to be there yet… but I saw an email from the Admissions team.

EEK!!!!

They were early!

I actually had to make my self sit down before opening the message as I was shaking.

Then I read it, and read it again. I closed it and then opened it again, and read it. I even got my colleague to read it to confirm.

HE GOT INTO HIS FIRST CHOICE SCHOOL!

The relief I felt was palpable! I nearly fainted!

Then obviously I had to go and find the Lil Man in question. His teacher, who knew how stressed I was, met me on my way, and gave me a great big hug!

Lil Man, well, I got him to read the message himself, and he literally jumped in the air and cried “YES!!!!”

It is a weight off our shoulders. I have told him that now he knows his destination for next year, he should be relieved, and that he  must just try his hardest at school, which we know he already does, and just do his best.  No more negativity, just positive vibes!

Our selection process works on many criteria, that the Local Authority set, and they include Children in care, special needs pupils, siblings, and distance, and if you have applied for a faith school, that is also something that gets taken into account.

So I was so happy that he got in, as I was aware that the school in question was oversubscribed, and that even though we were close, there were man children closer…

But ironically enough, I already know of 2 children who live closer who didn’t get in…

God, you were really looking down on us, and as I said before, all your thoughts and prayers must have played a part too!

 

 

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