Sunday, September 09, 2007

Barred



With no spare time this week or last, I am having to rely on photos 4 weeks old, taken at the local open air museum. But there is a connection to how I feel right now:
stuck in my tracks and wanting to let off steam and wishing I could put some other children behind bars, not just for my own protection, but also for the protection of others and themselves. Barring them from school has also crossed my mind, but we don't do that here, and if we did, I don't think it would really help unless they had a caring home environment, which sadly many of them don't.
The summer holidays are definitely over.

6 comments:

Unknown said...

That looks a lovely, warm place to spend the winter. Well it will be when the front door is shut, and the boiler is lit. Love, Granny and Pa.

Nea said...

Yes, this is the first Swedish sauna.

Crowbard said...

Darlingmost Pooh,
Try taking a slightly longer term perspective on the turdmites, These will be the Einsteins, Rubens, Dvorjaks, Schweitzers, Borgias, Hitlers, Smiths and Joneses of tomorrow whatever they accept or reject from you. Teaching the sproggings of other folk is what the good book calls casting your bread upon the waters. All we can ever do is wrap up the ideas in as tempting a package as possible and toss it out into the classroom in the hopes that if not today then perhaps at some crucial moment in their futures our words will be recalled and understood and trigger miracles of illuminated behaviour. Love them, feed their spirits and mend their obnoxious manners by providing a shining example of fine manners barely camouflaging an inflexible will of adamant. Give yourself a little distance from them too, do not care too much what they are like now, some of them will shine eventually if you keep on polishing away in good faith that all shall be as it must become.
Avuncular love and blessings. (I am so proud of you for how much you care, but I detest how much you suffer from caring so deeply.)

Nea said...

Thank you for those encouraging words.
I haven't given up ...yet, but it is hard when realising that maybe some of them are beyond my help and I am the last line of defence. I thought social services were there behind me ready to provide the care. Pater might use the term " a wet blanket", well att the moment I'd be gratefull for that, but it seems less even than a wet flannel, if that and we're dealing with a forest fire.

Pat said...

Would you say 15 yr olds are the most difficult age group to teach?

Nea said...

11-15 year olds are great fun to teach. They keep me on my toes, but my toes are a bit tired right now and I wish I had a bit more support.