Wednesday, June 25, 2008

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adult today said: "In your classroom
a group of children single-
To which I replied:
"Yes, I have left to help the other group. They are working and I have promised that they will do well, responsibly and alone.
Then that person told me
"You should not rely on the kids-
It was the phrase around in my head:
" You can not trust the guys "... sounded wrong to my ears, as if pained.
(Needless to say, the children worked well until I dare say better than if I were, knowing I placed my trust in them.)

Yes, I understand. I too am an adult and I have fears ...
I've been thinking ... thinking ... I choose

to trust my students. But that has its costs and risks. I pay the costs and take the risks ...
start creating and setting standards in the classroom. Thinking as a team.
Because we assume that. A grade must be a team, with all the letters.
We need to train daily, in addition to learning content and knowledge of the curriculum in place, the group conscience. This is learned, but not an overnight, but the long term. A year is a time satisfactory, in that period can achieve a lot.
Once established in a democratic rules-that children at the time to enact their own laws are quite strict and demanding, "began to be fulfilled.
The teacher should be the first to strictly enforce that law, must take the first step and, above all by example.
A place where we should position ourselves is not the judge, rather we are part of the grand jury, a body composed of all justice, which must include us. Less convenient
still is the position of caretaker. Let's start respecting our role, we are teachers, not vigilantes.
not we become spies for the children, trying to discover each time they violate the law. Surely
will transgress, especially at first.
is much easier way of prohibitions: This does not, that no, the other not ... so they will not err, do not make mistakes, "Why take these risks? ...
is less likely the bird in the cage in the freedom of the mountain, but ... What do you think is happier? What spirit will have grown more?
There is nothing better than the debate, and without much protocol, a moment of silence in the room, someone tell you when the standard was breached, and, little by little, in turn, in due time, they will listen to the various papers, without judging, although, taking care to respect the order shifts.
is good to note on the board specific events, suggestions, ideas and thoughts that arise spontaneously.
At the end arrive at a conclusion, accompanied with a purpose, a proposed change of attitude.
If the proposal comes from them, sure they're going to win, though perhaps not on the first try, but we should not be so anxious.
Slowly, one step at a time.
Every way, whether long or short, has never been run without someone has taken the first step.
learn to granting freedom to our students, trust, relax a little wings, but how we intend to learn to fly? Those
incapable of freedom, probably lack it, do not have a free spirit, no one can give what you do not have ...
Create and respect standards is the only path that leads us to live in freedom, and do not forget that in the same way you learn to read by reading, walking and walking, to be free can only be learned with the proper exercise of freedom.
why I repeat: I trust my students, and run the risk ...

Friday, June 13, 2008

2008 Scion Tctailheadlights

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After many years of adventures in various schools and old gathered outside my village, traveled on country roads sulkys, flower, milk trucks, motorcycles, bicycles ...
distance walked on foot in the middle of nowhere, waiting for someone to pass, extending the view to the distant horizon circle. Hours
side of a route under the sun, rain, frost, fearing the unknown traveler who stopped his truck and watches you with lust.
After many vaccination campaigns and population censuses, camping, hiking, walking, bicycles, kites ...
After saying goodbye to both fond and loving child and leaves, opening and closing wounds bleed, bleed and close ...
After wasted away so much love my people, so many troubles from my house, so many hours without enjoying my children who grew so quickly, then finally, chosen so many years of exile, I return to my people. Almost
the verge of retirement or expected retirement seems impossible to me to leave my house twenty minutes before entry to school and walk the few blocks that separate my home from my job.
Today I began to think about the things I've left and I brought along my way through many schools.
I first imagined a backpack, but I thought too small. Maybe a bag ... or be larger?
and reflected on the scrip of learning that every human being carries along the path of his life.
appreciation of each person that I've been carefully keeping a gift: the courage to tell the truth in front of you without wrapping, diplomacy to hurt less is neatly folded, simplicity in corner, the tolerance on the glossy box, solidarity wrapped in a silk handkerchief. Prudence in an envelope ... Humility is rarely seen, because it is small and transparent ...
I was picking up many valuable things without realizing it!
And I wonder how many more will go to pick up yet?
I have to go leave some? Someone gave me the wisdom that is needed to choose?
And above all Have I been generous enough to make a valuable gift?
Will there who still keep in your luggage a small gift of mine who has been helpful in this journey? Hopefully
be well! Because otherwise, why in vain have I traveled the tortuous and uncertain road of my life!

Monday, June 9, 2008

Army Counseling Arrest

ALFORJA

Friday, June 6, 2008

High Soft Cervix Period Was Due Today

Double-edged sword

A few hours ago there was the scene involving long feared my cute little brother 11 years old, whom I have dealt with carefully molded to make it an exemplary.
long since I sat down to watch Hendrix burning his guitar at Monterey leaving gaping, when asked last week at the school to put together the biography of a character, Jimi was his choice, "we spent hours talking about European history after they asked me who was Mussolini, I dealt with her first CD itself was Revolver, I encourage you to read Poe, we religiously Peter Capusotto and his videos together, etc.

Now, I find this morning preparing meatballs to eat. I, with my hands full of minced meat disgusting stand only for his sake, I'm listening Fish Credulity. The kid is coming, and with his best face and voice yomelassétodas Luis Almirante Brown starts to sing "tieeeempo chlorophyll, nothing interesaaa me ...". Before you reach the part of "come, come closer you rinse the clam, the dead stop. "You're a moron" I say. "But if igualenennn" shoot me while going up, cursing with laughter, embodied in what by now adopted as his alter ego (fuck off: "I do not want to wash the dienteseneeenn", "that is not rocanroleennneenn" and other statements is frighteningly out natural).

Seriously, if Capusotto asshole ends up making you lose the respect Spinetta, will stop falling so nice.
And better not let him hear For .