Coping with an injury!

It has been a huge challenge coping in my job with an injured knee. Apart from staircases everywhere in school, I also contend with an uneven quadrangle with tree roots pushing up through the tarmac, and a long walk between my Grade 5 classroom and the computer room where I teach most of my other lessons. Added to that is my inability to drive a car as I can't cope with the clutch and gears. I've had to get lifts from colleagues every day and resort to old-fashioned teaching methods (seated at my desk, instead of roaming the classroom). I've been amazed at the ability of the children to adjust with ease to my new style of teaching, their helpfulness in carrying books and bags for me, and their fascination with my walking stick! When I'm seated, they've asked for turns to try walking with it and using it for all sorts of other novelties like pulling books towards them. In the computer lessons, I've used my chair with wheels to get around the room quickly, much to the amusement of the children and their teachers who accompany them. I'm not sure that high school students would be as kind and helpful, so I'm very grateful to be in a primary school at the moment.

Earth Hour 2009, Part 1

Our school decided to sign up for Earth Hour 2009. In all my computer lessons from Grade 1 through to 6, I have spoken to the children about global warming, climate change and what they can do about it. That means I have spoken to children of varying ages about Earth Hour eleven times, each time making an effort to sound fresh and exciting - this might sound like a challenge, but as I spoke each time, I was rewarded with earnest little faces, frowning with concern and finally lighting up as I asked, "Who would like to be an Earth Hour agent?" Their determination, focused attention and enthusiasm fills me with hope both that for one hour many, if not all, of them might persuade their families to switch off their lights; and that for their lifetimes, their hopes and concerns for the future of our wonderful planet will grow and that they may transform our world.

The joys of Grade 5 Camp

Last week I took my Grade 5 class to camp. Unlike the USA culture of sending children to summer camps en masse, in South Africa very few children ever get to go to camp. In the particular school (a private one) where I teach, some of the children go on a one week to three week camp run by a youth movement. But many of the children do not sleep away from home all that often. The increased crime in our cities partly has caused a culture of over-protecting children; but partly it is caused too by a culture of comfort which means camp, with somewhat less than luxurious surroundings is not always that attractive. However, once a year we take the children on a two or three day camp and, as teachers, we work really hard to organise and run a programme that is worthwhile, while at the same time we run the kitchen, organise the meals, supervise chores, do the first aid, etc.

However, despite the hard work involved, I love taking the children to camp. I love the vibe there. I love seeing them outside of the classroom. I love them seeing me outside of the classroom. I think it is probably one of the most worthwhile opportunities I have during the year to relate to the children in such a way that enables us all to grow. The purpose of my camp is to build relationships, give them opportunities to work cooperatively in groups, develop leadership and to have fun, fun, fun! We are blessed in South Africa with a wonderful climate and we live on the spectacularly beautiful Cape Peninsula. So we set off for Simonstown and settled into a far more luxurious campsite than the camps I remember as a child - brick buildings, flushing toilets, hot water showers, bunk beds with mattrasses - a far cry from the tents, with ground sheets and sleeping bags, and latrines dug in the back of beyond!

The kids loved the varied programme and we all enjoyed our visit to the beach across the road. The view of the sea was spectacular and we all had a lot of fun. But this year there was an extra dimension, an unusual one, an encounter that had unexpected results! We were visited by a troop of baboons. They are big, ugly animals and tourists give them food which has made them bold and greedy. We had no intention of feeding them and were all very pleased when they finally passed through and left us alone. That night, for the first time ever at camp, no-one knocked on my door. I was astonished, but the next morning the children explained that they were too scared to open their dormitory doors in case baboons walked in. I had to laugh. Later that day one of the boys set off for the toilet and came back white and shaken. On opening the toilet door, he startled a baboon on the toilet! He literally shot out of his shoes and ran back to us in his socks. He asked me to fetch his shoes ..... wishful thinking on his part - I felt strongly that if the baboon wanted his shoes, far be it for me to stand in his path! The story has a happy ending as the baboon left his shoes behind and we were able to retrieve them later. But the baboons made discipline at the camp a cinch! Bless the baboons.

Covering the costs of camp

I wanted to take my small class of twenty four children to camp, but no campsite would accept us unless we paid for a minimum of fifty children. I spoke to my kids and they decided (with the help of their parents who generously donated lovely prizes) to raise the money we needed by running a raffle. I am so proud of them. It became an opportunity to learn a little about the legalities of raffle competitions and they took such a pride in selling their tickets to their families, friends and neighbours. Well done to them and thanks to their supportive parents. We were able to go on camp and they felt proud of helping to pay for it. What a great bunch of young people they are!

Heatwave

I have just had the most astonishing encounter with a mother! For three days we have had the most awful heatwave in our city with temperatures of 40 degrees Celsius (104 F). Some of our classrooms have been renovated as part of the school's donor programme; mine has not. So while some of the classrooms have airconditioners, mine does not. With no wind during the heatwave, the classroom has been unbearably hot. Two ceilings fans and one standing fan have hardly had an effect unless you stand right beneath them. The children removed socks and shoes inside, and we tapered the work down to bite-size portions.

This morning I met an angry mother who is furious that we, the teachers, have to work in such unbearable heat and she pelted me with questions.

"Why don't you have airconditioning?"
"Why haven't you done anything about it?"
"Why don't you go on strike until you get an airconditioner?"

I reassured her that the school is concerned and parents will hopefully help to raise money for our classroom, but that we cannot go on strike in order to get airconditioners.

"That is not good enough!" she exclaimed. "I'm tired of everyone always being concerned about the children. What about the teachers?"

How refreshing - someone who cares about the teachers!

New kids in the computer room

It has been great having the Grade 1s come to the computer room for their first lessons. As always they can't wait to get into the room, which I suspect represents a place of mysterious delights to them - a kind of technological Ali Baba's cave. No matter how boring the first lessons are, they enjoy being there and are enthusiastic about everything. Going over the rules in the computer room about clean hands, not touching screens, and not taking things in the room out with them had them enraptured and clamouring to tell me stories of what happened when Uncle Max used his computer after eating a peanut butter sandwich! Half an hour of learning how to logon and logoff - they turned into into a competition and asked for house points as a rewards for remembering this step. When we played their first game "Find the Dot" which helps them to learn how to hand the mouse and click more precisely, you would have thought they had found their pots of gold - they chattered excitedly, whooped rapturously and laughed when they met their goals. It leaves me feeling certain that there is absolutely no career as wonderful as one in education. The children have no idea how much they bless me; and I am grateful to God for giving me this gift of teaching.

Beware the Techno-god!

It has taken almost two years from those first blogs in a course on blogging, to get me to the point of deciding to actually blog on a more regular basis!

I'm intrigued at the pace with which technology is advancing and wondering where it will all end. I have a Twitter page now: http://twitter.com/lindsayhart purely at this stage to keep up-to-date with this fascinating communication too. I've chosen some people to follow (predominantly teachers involved in one way or another with technology), but can't really see how I will benefit from this. My biggest drawback is South Africa's lack of technology. So my MTN mobile phone number can not be linked to Twitter.

Now I find myself wondering - should I spend more money in order to buy a fancier phone and get a contract upgrade - and the answer is clearly, for me, NO. But what will most people decide? Do we really need to spend so much money on technology? Do we really need all this technology? The problem is that, if you're anything like me, the technology itself becomes fascinating and the desire to have the new gadgets in order to "play" with the technology is strong, sometimes overwhelming.

Therefore the conclusion I reach is to put God first in my life, for it would be so easy for me to find myself bowing to the Techno-god if I didn't recognise this flaw in me.