Spidey’s Serene Sunday – Part 187

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“The teacher who is indeed wise does not bid you to enter the house of his wisdom but rather leads you to the threshold of your mind.” – Khalil Gibran

Thanks, Spidey.

This.

This is what I feel teaching is all about!

As a teacher of the youngest in the school chain, the Nursery and Reception classes, I have always said, and continue to utter, my job is to create a love of learning.

It’s not called the Foundation Stage for nothing.

We are building the foundation for the rest of their school careers.

We, as educators of the first-timers, have a responsibility to instil the importance of education and school within these little mites, make their learning interactive and fun, so they go on to have successful school lives, where they feel prepared for all the curriculum is going to throw at them.

We should make them realise they have all the capabilities within – they just need to work out how to tap them.

They need to realise that there isn’t just one way to do something, but there are myriad ways to solve problems.

We need to grasp their thoughts and help them go with the flow, sometimes losing all track of the planned lesson, when someone poses a question that can ignite further exploration and learning.

We need to teach them how to learn.

I haven’t forgotten.

Miss Wilson.

She was my nursery teacher and the most wonderful teacher ever, making my first days in school, a three year old with English as a second language, such a joy.

So much of a pleasure that I went back to her as an sixteen year old, and volunteered in her class, where she was, by then, known as Mrs Haynes.

I felt so happy, and secure there, it impacted upon my whole school life, and going forward, because of her, and some other amazing teachers, I realised that this was what I wanted to do.

And I hope that I am one of those teachers, remembered for her impact upon children’s lives, but something that irks me, when you ask someone about their teachers, the comments are always about secondary teachers, or late primary ones. Does everyone forget those that shaped their educational futures?

Tell me, do you still remember your Nursery/kindergarten/preschool teachers? 😘

Have a peaceful Sunday Peeps ❤ And enjoy your week!

#SoCS September 15/18 – Post

Linda’s prompt for SoCS this week…

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “post.” Use it as a word, or find a word that uses it as a prefix. Have fun!

Ah, come on, Linda!

I’m a blogger and writer!

The first thing that comes to mind is a blog post!

And I feel that I should write this post, posthaste, since I have read the prompt!

I believe blogging is an art form in itself, and that every post is special, and should invoke some kind of reaction or emotion within the reader.

Be it a poem, or a story, informative or informal, that post needs to allow readers to engage.

I do hope that when someone reads my blog, they enjoy the ramblings of Ritu’s mind, not think my writing too preposterous, and that maybe posthumously, I’ll still be remembered if someone finds my blog.

And there you have it! A true Stream of Consciousness post!

Catch ya later Peeps! Happy Saturday!

https://lindaghill.com/2018/09/14/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-sept-15-18/

September 13 – Flash Fiction  – Pasta – Preschool Style

Charli’s prompt this week:

September 13, 2018, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that includes pasta. It can be spagetti, macaroni and cheese, or any variety. It can be a meal or a work of art. Go where the prompt leads.

Pasta – Preschool Style
“Okay, today we are making Mother’s Day gifts for your mummies, grandmas, or aunties.
What I want you to do is take the string in one hand, and pick up a piece of pasta.
Remember, the other day, we painted it?
It’s like a tube, and you can thread the string through it, and make a lovely necklace.
No, David, you can’t eat it.
Penny! Stop strangling Julia with the string!
Peter! Don’t tip the tray upside d-…
Don’t worry Mary, we can pick it all up, stop crying, please…”
The life of a pre-school teacher.

https://carrotranch.com/2018/09/13/september-13-flash-fiction-challenge/

#WritePhoto – Spectral

Sue’s #WritePhoto Prompt this week:

A house left alone
A house torn apart
A house with no people
A house with no heart
A house filled with memories
A house left to rot
A house left with ghosts
A house gone to pot

Ritu 2018

#writephoto

https://scvincent.com/2018/09/13/thursday-photo-prompt-spectral-writephoto/

#writephoto

17 Years Ago – When the World Changed

Where were you 17 years ago?

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I may not be an American, but this day seventeen years ago, I remember all too well.

Seventeen years ago, I was ill.

I recall laying in my bed with the TV on. My Pops, who was still practising as a dentist, came running into my room and changed the channel to the news, where there were videos being played on replay, of a plane hitting one of New York#s Twin Towers.

I looked on in horror as we saw the second one being targeted by another aircraft.

It wasn’t long before the claims came from Al-Qaida and Bin Laden that they had been responsible for this loathsome act. The news was pouring in of the devastation, the death tolls were rising by the minute…

It was two months before our wedding. Hubby Dearest had just started a new job, in Central London, Canary Wharf.

The news then reported that Canary Wharf was on high alert as there had been reports that something was going to happen there.

I phoned him, wanting to know he was okay, that they were all okay.

It was a day that the world as we knew it changed.

A day that fear was born in the hearts and minds of many who had been previously unaware of conflicts and differences.

A day that made many begin to look at their fellow citizens with different eyes.

Suddenly, your friendly brown-skinned neighbour was looked at suspiciously, a woman with her head covered was feared, the calls to prayer that previously were celebrated, as a multicultural community, were quietened for fear of backlashes.

A whole new prejudice was born.

Since then there has been so much, with groups like Al-Qaida, and ISIS causing devastation in many countries, the UK, France, Belgium to name but a few.

Thankfully many people now see beyond religion as a motive. They don’t tar all Muslims with the same brush, understanding that those who follow Islam truly, are abhorrent of these few who are taking Allah’s name in vain.

But there are still plenty who are like a dog with a bone.

Any brown face is to be treated with caution; if they have turbans or headscarves, well then they must be part of these terrorist groups. There is no attempt to educate. Which is why so many innocents have been racially abused, attacked or killed, because someone thinks they are a terrorist.

I don’t need to step far away from my own background, where we have had Sikhs vilified because they wear turbans (because Bin Laden had something wrapped around his head, so that means all people with things on their head must be Muslim. Er no, As a Sikh our turban is a symbol of our religion, Sikhism…). And uneducated ex-army personnel targeting a Gurdwara, killing innocent worshippers because he didn’t know this was a Gurdwara, not a Mosque (not that that would have made the attack right).

It’s a shame that there is one such individual who got elected to President in the USA…

God help America.

And as for today, may we all remember those who lost their lives 17 years ago and remember those who have lost their lives in all the subsequent attacks over these seventeen years. Innocents, who had nothing to do with the selfish, ridiculous battles that have raged on. And those heroes who have stepped up in these horrible times, sacrificing their own lives in the process.

May they Rest In Peace.

And may our world regain some semblance of compassion, and sense, and stop these senseless attacks from happening.

An updated repost of an old article.

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