One hundred and fortyfifth åsic- When Death goes to School

As a teacher I have many times had the uncomfortable role of communicating with students about very difficult topics where death is involved. Sometimes it may be a personal disaster within the family for a certain student, divorced parents or the loss of a pet or something like that. When either students, parents or teachers have died or other overwhelming things have occured there is always a plan in school for what to do. When I was a teenager I remember two occasions when friends of mine died. They were students in school. One of them died in a tragic accident and the other one committed suicide. My experience of both those occasions was that every teacher around us were eager to be there for us making the day as a special, but very sad, day. I remember we all were disturbed by that and had hoped for everything being just as usual, normal, like yesterday so to speak. But bringing someone back who has died is impossible and the very death seems to bring a mindfulness that is extraordinary strong, because I think I can recall almost every single notification of death in my near relationships in situations where I have been.

My first year of teaching was difficult in many ways, as expected if you are new in a profession. But one of the reasons for me in particular was the extraordinary coincidence of three completely different deaths of student’s parents. A child losing his or her parent is extremely vulnerable and teaching is difficult when children needs that little extra concern. There is no way one can ”get used to” or ”learn” how to deal with death within close relations. Whenever it happens, it is always completely shocking. Friends and relatives all have different ways to mourn and in school we meet all those ways, I guess… being angry, quiet, absentminded or extremely sad is of course among those, but some people tend to be more serious or strong in situations of disaster or despair.

I was teaching the morning after MS Estonia sank in the Baltic Sea. Teachers in my school had been notified that there might be students whose parents were on a cruise with MS Estonia. I remember the very morning after, when I was entering my classroom, very worried for what would happen in there. I had planned to honour those who died with minute of silence, but before I had a chance to suggest that, one of my students did. I was grateful to her for taking this brave standpoint in a group of teenagers and admired her still for her strength in a difficult situation. In memory of friends we miss! ❤

One hundred and fortysecond åsic- Trettondagsmarschen at Oyster Café

My husband and I had the great opportunity to drive in the countryside of Scotland in 1995. All our friends informed us about the damp and drizzling rain and the foggy hills and wondered why on earth one would even think of going to Scotland during the summer, when our Swedish summer is as its best… Luckily enough we were there the one and only fortnight when Scotland had lovely sunny weather round +30C for the first time in years. This was long ago, so we didn’t have any AC in our car, nor did we have any suitable summer clothes in our luggage… We had to put back all the woolies, the wellingtons, the raincoats and the umbrellas and search for a shop where we could buy shorts, swimsuits, tanktops and sun glasses. We also did a very exotic thing for being in Scotland; we swam in a creek, because if we hadn’t, we would have fainted from the heat in the car. We simply had to take a swim in the creek. I found some lovely pebbles in that very creek and I brought them back to Sweden. Why? Because I wanted to tease the future archeologists who might search for old habitats in my specific garden hundreds of years from now… I would want to be there at the time when they find the Scottish pebbles and frown at their findings of such a pebble so far away from the Scottish creek…

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On a day like this, called the Twelfth Day of Christmas, or Epiphany in Great Britain, but Trettondedag jul in Sweden (thirteenth day of Christmas), I remember one of the evenings on Isle of Skye when we walked from our hostel to a local café to try their famous walnut cake. The evening was crystal clear, not at all cold or damp and the sun was still out. The beautiful scenery of Scotland was at its best. The café was not far away and in there was more locals than tourists and that was a nice detail in my opinion, although I realize that we, of course, would represent a group that would be considered ”intruders” if we would ask the villagers for their opinion. We ordered the walnut cake we had heard so much about, and a kettle of tea. While we were having this fika (as we would say in Sweden)… we enjoyed the music from a CD. I could recognize ”The Boys of the Lough” since I had listened to them back home in Sweden, when they were playing at Falun Folk Music Festival. I love the way they play and I enjoy dancing to their music, too. This time, however, I could recognize a specific tune. I said to my husband; ”this is Trettondagsmarschen!!!!!”. Then I told him that all my childhood when I listened to fiddlers all the time, since my father plays the fiddle, I had heard this tune over and over again, since I liked it so much, but also because of its importance in official settings such as the beginning of the Bingsjöstämman, which was a big get-together for folk music lovers when I was little. It still is, but not as many visitors find their way to the middle of the forest outside Rättvik where the event is held. When I was little, as many as 30 000 people would be there to listen to the many fiddlers. Knis Karl Aronsson would be the leader of the many hundred fiddlers, conducting the tune Trettondagsmarschen. The teenaged Kalle Moreaus who is now in his fifties, would be there too, dressed in his folkloristic costume from his village Orsa in Dalarna, Sweden… I have many more memories to this marvellous tune that I love so much, but none of them is as exotic as the one at the Isle of Skye. I rushed up from the walnut cake and headed towards the girl behind the counter saying ”This is a Swedish tune called, Trettondagsmarschen, isn’t it?!” Oh, no, she said. This is an Irish group that plays celtic tunes in general and also some Scottish music. Yes, I said, but this very tune is Swedish, isn’t it? She handed me the CD-cover and still said; ”no, but you can check the tunes here, if you like”. I did… and I found it…! and the girl was really surprised when I told her that the tune WAS in fact Swedish. (http://www.boysofthelough.com/006.htm)

I couldn’t find it with Boys of the Lough, but on a day  like this Trettondedagen, you simply have to listen to it, don’t you? Kalle Moraeus plays Trettondagsmarschen together with Dalarnas Spelmansförbund, which is a group of musicians from the county of Dalarna:

One hundred and fortieth åsic- The Impact of the Principal in the Process of Change

I remember a very interesting situation in my teaching career when the teachers in the school where I taught at the time, had worked together in smaller groups, with the only instruction to ”find a way to work more efficiently with the new curricula”. The groups may have been three or four. Every group consisted of teachers not only from school years 1-6, but also from the very new ”preschool class” level and from nursery school with children at the age of 1-5. The mix of teachers in each group, made it more difficult to find general solutions where every group member was satisfied, but on the other hand, all groups came to the conclusion that the very process was important as a way to understand in what way teaching could be the same or completely different when comparing one setting with another. All groups also noticed that the very process created a more close relationship between the different teachers involved. The bonding and feeling of being a member of a group with a mutual idea of how this very school could change, made a tremendous impact among the teachers.

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They felt more professional, more engaged and interested in educational development. Most teachers took their time listening to each other, both to experiences of teaching, but they also listened to ideas, new input that they themselves had not tried before. The principal at this school was very engaged, too, and after a while, the whole school seemed ready to form a completely new organisation. Many of the teachers could see a very interesting learning environment take form and where thrilled to go on with the process.

The new thing at this time in this particular school was to split up the original groups and classes vertically rather than horisontically. So far this school had taught groups of children born the very same year. According to the new idea children would follow a certain path or track with mixed ages within the group. The students would thus be in groups with not only children who were born during the same year, but also with both younger and older children. Teachers specialized for a certain age group would be working with teachers focusing on other age groups than they did themselves and the idea was to create an enrichment for all involved, both students and teachers. 

When the idea with tracks was fixed as a new organisation to come, the teachers met a new challenge in planning for the work in each ”track”. Those who would be teaching the very same children planned for their own track and now they needed to focus on questions like ”How?” and ”What?” and ”Who will be responsible for this or that?”. A new frustrating, but also interesting process started, where members of the groups  tried to communicate what would be ”the very best solution” for their ”track”. Interestingly enough, the different groups found very different ways to work. None of them was ”bad”, but just ”different”, which every teacher in this school agreed upon. When they all met to share the results of the group level work. The good ideas were collected and shared between the groups. They all felt prepared and eager to start the new school year.

 

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Guess what????

 

This school then changed principals and the new principal simply said: ”The idea with tracks is not  my cup of tea. Let’s stick to the old organisation and cancel the change!”

 

 

I’d say this is typical for what it is like to work in a school in general… A principal starts off a change and his staff more or less reluctantly give their engagement and hard work to make that change possible but another principal won’t continue the process and the staff is left to just follow new orders but still enjoy the every day work to the same extent. It seems to be the same thing on a national level although it is supposed to be groups from different political parties who deal with long term changes in our school system. Why else would the School System change every time we change Governments?

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To be a teacher means working in a constant change. It goes on and on and has no end. We all know that. We meet new groups of students, we teach new content to new age groups or we meet new teaching friends whom we are supposed to work in teams with. We all understand we need to be flexible since everything else would be an obstacle to the whole educational system. But having said that, it would for sure help both teachers and students if changes would always be based upon scientific results, rather than a single person’s bright idea. It would also, for sure, be great if we could get some peace and quiet and a chance to focus on students’ learning.

If you are interested in a more general blogpost, then please read the #one hundred and thirtyninth åsic.

One hundred and thirtyninth åsic- A New Year Brings New Ideas

Let’s hope the headline for this Åsic is true! I believe it is. SO far, a new year has meant a brand new start to so many things in my working life as a teacher, that I dare to hope for 2015 to be likewise.

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What first might be a challenging struggle where everyone is interested and engaged, might turn into a nightmare where all fight for their own ideas. But it may also be a very good opportunity for teachers to listen to each other and share ideas to define or develop the main idea together. Different viewpoints or ideas for solutions need to be negotiated and exposed to the whole group, in order to go on to the next level of change. This ciritical point in the group process is where many teachers and for that matter, principals, tend to give up, instead of forcing themselves to ride through the storm and realize that there will be a calm sea on the other side of whatever the problem might be.

To some extent changes are difficult to deal with and steal a lot of energy before everything is settled, but in a way I always know that there will be many advantages in the end if I just go on. It is interesting to note how different teachers think when our little world of education in the local school is to be changed. If you like to read about a certain example from my own teaching, then please read the next åsic, #one hundred and fortieth åsic. Education on a general level is a change in itself. I agree completely with the quote below:

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The Swedish Government will still find difficulties in getting the message of change through since the oppositional parties in the Swedish Parliament (Riksdagen)are reluctant to give up their ideas of education management. Although representatives for all political parties in the Riksdagen except Swedish Democrats (SD) came to a mutual agreement for passing minority governments’ ideas through the Riksdagen, we might still have to wait another four years for any kind of major change for teachers and students in Sweden. But hey, let’s find new ways together!

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One hundred and thirtyeighth åsic- Teacher of the Year 2015

I had the great opportunity to share the everyday teaching life with a marvellous teacher, Cathy Jacobo. During my stay in NJ in October/November 2014, I experienced teaching and instructing from an American point of view. I am sure my visit had been less interesting without Cathy and I am so happy to share that she was awarded the title ”Teacher of the Year”!

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Congratulations, Cathy!! 

⇒For those of you who’d like to read about our adventures, please follow the links below! Please also note that there are no ”ninety-third” and ”ninety-fourth”, since those texts are written in Swedish… 🙂

The eightieth åsic- Sharing teaching experience with friends abroad or from abroad

The eighty-first åsic- Learning Among Friends

The eighty-second åsic- Second Day in an American Teacher’s Hectic World

The eighty-third åsic- Uppe med tuppen!- Being an early bird!

The eighty-fourth åsic- Fika as an ice-breaker is never wrong!

The eighty-fifth åsic- ”HALF & HALF” or Completely Wrong!

The eighty-sixth åsic- Höstlöv, höstlov, hostlov, Fall Break!

The eighty-ninth åsic- From Påskkärring to Tomten in Twenty

The ninetieth åsic- My New Favourite Tree

The ninety-first åsic- To help students understand and find connections is what teaching’s all about!

The ninety-second åsic- Being happy for having friends

The ninety-fifth åsic- The Yellow Wall and The Blue Wallpaper

Etthundratrettiotredje åseriet- Idag var det skiftbyte mellan mor och dotter…

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Ofta måste jag fråga min yngsta dotter om saker som rör tekniska frågor, till exempel hur man kan ändra inställningar i bloggen eller liknande. Jag är egentligen inte någon teknisk idiot, utan snarare bara lite EFTER när det gäller att upptäcka olika nyheter på teknikområdet. Idag hade jag ett riktigt Hallelujamoment med just denna dotter! Jag måste bara först förklara varför…

Vi har en urgammal Toyota. Den är nyss lagad och går återigen som en klocka, så som Toyotor gör… Det kan inte finnas ett mer pålitligt bilmärke! Men… Just vårt exemplar har, i kraft av sin ålder, inte ens en CD-spelare, utan en kassettbandspelare. Imorgon ska vi åka en bra bit med bilen och då kände jag att det vore en bra idé att byta ut de får kassettband som vi nu har tjatat ut de senaste bilresorna. Därför tog jag fram två lådor med gamla kassettband för att ge döttrarna möjlighet att välja någon annan slags musik än den vi lyssnat på den senaste tiden. Endast lillasyster nappade på erbjudandet att påverka musikutbudet på långresan. Hon vände och vred på kassettbanden (jag har flera hundra) och läste mina handskrivna listor över låtar. Sedan ville hon lyssna igenom ett par av dem, för att se om de motsvarade hennes förväntningar. Har vi någon kassettbandspelare? undrade hon. Jag svarade att den spelare vi har i källaren går att använda, liksom den som är uppe i sovrummet. Hon försvann iväg men efter mindre en minut ropade hon på mig, ganska desperat, med kommentarer i stil med ”Den här funkar ju inte! Hur GÖR man???”

Det var ju HELT otroligt!!! Vilken känsla!!! Jag skrattade gott! Hon VISSTE verkligen inte hur ett kassettband fungerar… Jag kunde inte avstå från att ställa den oundvikliga frågan: ”OM du hade en blyertspenna och ett kassettband, hur skulle dessa två saker hänga ihop med varandra?” Dottern bara stirrade på mig, som om jag var HELT dum i huvudet. Sedan pekade hon på spelaren och sa: ”Sätt igång den här i stället!” Sedan lyssnade vi på några av kassettbanden, för att veta vilka som får följa med på julresan…

Det är helt fantastiskt att hon inte hade en susning om hur ett kassettband fungerar! Kanske måste jag nu be henne läsa mitt #Miniåseri om Eurovision, som jag skrev i maj, eftersom det ju var riktigt MÖDOSAMT att spela in på den gamla goda tiden… och det kan ju vara bra att veta, som ren allmänbildning menar jag… Imorgon ska vi lyssna på gamla kassettband i bilen och då visar det sig om jag har spelat in dem på den långsamma stereo jag en gång ägde. I så fall så låter alla artisterna som Kalle Anka när man spelar banden i en annan spelare… Ett av mina favoritkassettband innehåller Simon & Garfunkels konsert från Central Park och den tog JÄTTELÅNG tid att spela in, för jag har nämligen tagit bort alla publikljuden och Paul Simons småprat mellan låtarna… Tänk vad SMIDIGT det är med musiklyssnande nuförtiden! Man kan välja och vraka på t ex Spotify och verkligen ha den där obegränsade tillgången till massor av fin musik. Vilken LYX!!! Jag minns hur jag sparade pengar för att kunna köpa skivor och spela över till kassett. Då var det kassetten som var det smidiga sättet att spela upp musiken. Föräldrarna spelade LP. ÅÅÅÅÅÅÅÅ VAD TÖNTIGT!!! Nu är det jag som är töntig antar jag, men det gör inget. Det får man bjuda på! 😀

Onehundred and twentyfifth åsic- Saint Lucia brings the Light in the Dark!

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Saint Lucia or Saint Lucy of Syracuse, from round 300 AC, is today’s protagonist in many different settings… The legend says that Saint Lucia was born in Italy in Syracuse. She was of noble family, but since her father had died Saint Lucia and her mother didn’t have any other solution to support themselves but for the young Lucia to marry a rich man. Lucia, however, had already dedicated her heart to God and did everything in her power to prevent a marriage. According to the legend, Lucia’s eyes were very beautiful. She even tore her eyes out and gave them to one of the men who came to propose, because she wanted to discourage the man. When Lucia was buried her eyes had been restored through miracle and that was also why she was honored as a Saint during the Middle Ages (1).

Why would a country like Sweden celebrate a saint from Italy, you may think? In the winter Sweden and the other Nordic countries long for the summer not only because of the cold and snowy winter, but also because of the darkness. Saint Lucia is celebrated every year the 13th of December and in Sweden the tradition is still very important for Christmas celebration. Many of the traditional songs are sung not only the 13th, but also during Christmas.

Lucia processions are organized all over Sweden and throughout all different sectors in the society. Kids celebrate in pre-schools or schools and adults celebrate if they are choir members for instance. Many towns or cities i Sweden have their own Lucia processions and on TV they show the official Lucia show of the year.

As a young girl I was in my first Lucia procession when I was a few years old. As a teenager I started to sing in a girls choir called Bjursåsflickorna. We gave many Lucia concerts every year. One of the years we were asked to perform at a dinner in the Royal Castle in Stockholm. It was very exciting and a memorable moment. Princess Madeleine who is now a Mom herself, was climbing on the chairs and crawling under the table and was quite an active little girl at the time. The very same choir also performed a traditional Lucia concert at Lugnet’s sports stadium in April… We were pretending it was winter, because of some honorable guests from the International Olympic Comittée. One of them was the chairman at that time, Juan Antonio Samaranch. The idea was for us to sing to bring the Olympic Winter Games to Falun… Obviously that was a  mission impossible. Falun lost.

Singing for Lucia in strange places seemed to be one of the habits of this choir. I remember we even sang in the Falu Copper Mine, in almost complete darkness and with the damp vitriolic scent in our noses, helmets on our heads and just a candle to light our way down there. Very exciting and completely unique at that time. I know that later on, many other choirs have sung in the copper mine, too. Nowadays I come across Lucia processions ”by accident”, like for instance today when I visited the shopping mall Kupolen in Borlänge, or when students at school perform. I have also accompanied my own children on different occasions, but for myself, I would say my celebration of the Saint Lucia is found in memory lane…

Before I let you go, let’s just glance at a picture of a typical saffron bun, called ”lussekatt” in Swedish.

#lussekatter, #asaole

But hey… Why invent the wheel??? Please check this link from youtube in order to finally understand this topic!

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One hundred and twentysecond åsic- Imagine!

 

 

 

 

In 1980, I was only thirteen years old, when I heard a long row of John Lennon songs. The songs were all masterpieces and that made me listen. I wanted to know who sang… They played the Beatles, too, and after a while the many interviews accompanied the lovely music. In just a couple of days I discovered that there had been a singer/composer/writer called John Lennon AND that someone had put his life to an end. I have missed him, although I never knew him. I have enjoyed the many tunes he gave to the world and I wish for real, that his thoughts already had become truth. A month ago I commented on the Berlin Wall Memorial in my #ninetyninth åsic, by sharing the lyrics to Imagine. For all those who suffer in wars, worldwide, for all those who live in despair for a reason. Imagine!

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One Hundred and Twentieth Åsic- At the End of the Road

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When learning a  language is comparable to an everlasting straight road, I bet it’s boring! I think of learning as a kind of journey, but not quite the kind of journey one would have on the above road. When I was visiting USA in October 2014, I noticed that American teachers in the schools I visited were more of puppets on a string than teachers in Sweden are. The teachers I met in New Jersey, needed to follow certain reading programs, hand in their plans to the principal etc. No excitement will be hidden anywhere, because there are no hiding places, just like in the road above! In a classroom where lessons are predictable and have to follow a certain pattern, I would already have changed my career… especially if I had to follow a dress code, too…

What if my flip-flops would be banned!?

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This past semester I  have met a group of wonderful adult students from all over the world, all eager to learn and never giving up in their struggle for success. This morning when I met them for an activity in the classroom, I felt the usual sadness so typical for the end of a course. I will miss them, just as I always miss students who leave for new challenges elsewhere. I wish them all the best and hope they will keep up the hard work of improving their Swedish! I know there will be bumps in the road, even some potholes or sharp bends, but hey, it will be fun and it will never be boring!

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One hundred and tenth åsic- School Smart with Smartphones

A lot of facts can nowadays be easily found on the internet. Many skills will soon be forgotten and a five-year-old can google just about anything with no help from an adult. I sometimes feel old when I notice how my kids know things I spent a lot of time learning. All they need to do is google. At work I notice that the gap between those who know how to handle IT and those who don’t is increasing. There will be no equality unless students get their computers thru school and also good instruction from skilled teachers. There will always be students with parents who either cannot afford a new computer, or maybe don’t understand to what extent their kid will be left out in school if they cannot be online and use internet as the rest of the kids. Being curious is a good start!

Even if we may think some things were better THEN than they are NOW, we need to at least try to go with the flow…

Otherwise we, the teachers, would soon be relics, too… Stored and filed side by side with flanellograms,

chalkboards and sandpits with sticks…

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In subjects where a smartphone is a rich resource I don’t fully understand why schools still say students cannot use their phones in class. The teacher has a great opportunity getting things done a lot more easy by accepting the use of smartphones when it IS smart to use them. When we don’t find the solutions to meanings of words, the smartphones serve as dictionaries and saves a lot of time, compared to finding out by a visit at the local library, but that is not the only way to save time with a smartphone in a classroom!

Let me share a few examples from my own classroom, which is a language learning classroom with Swedish as a Second Language as the one and only subject. The students and I talk a lot about things we read, listen to or watch. I always try to help them by writing additional examples on my white board. This is however not a classroom with a SMARTBOARD, but just an ordinary poorly equipped in-the-basement-classroom. When the whiteboard is completely filled with comments, words and phrases connected to the topic we discuss I either take a photo myself and later I re-write some of the unreadable stuff for my students, OR I ask them to simply use their smartphones and take a photo of my notes. That’s quick and easy and also a SMART way to use PHONES.

Another thing with language learning is to use the phone for pronunciation. Many students in my classroom merely meet one person who speaks Swedish and I am that person. Although I try to give them several suggestions to where they can listen to Swedish, or perhaps meet Swedish people and talk to them, it is very difficult to some of them. Their smartphones is thus an excellent way to help them out at least with pronunciation of difficult words or phrases and also more than anything else, the quality of the sounds of the nine Swedish vowels, when put in different positions of words or phrases. When students record my pronunciation and go back home and listen, repeat, and their own pronunciation improves rapidly. So, if I would stick to the rules of many classrooms and say ”Don’t use your smartphone in class!” my students would have a tougher time learning Swedish.

Ines Uusmann, Minister for Infrastructure, seemed to believe that the internet would be forgotten after a few years, although it is said that the reason why everyone remembers, is that the headline for the article was a fake quote. This is in fact (in Swedish, though…) what she said:

”Jag vågar inte ha någon alldeles bestämd uppfattning men jag tror inte att folk i längden kommer att vilja ägna så mycket tid, som det faktiskt tar, åt att surfa på nätet. […] Att sitta och surfa på nätet tar en himla massa tid. Vad är det bra för? […] Det kanske är så att det är något som vuxit upp nu. Alla pratar om internet men kanske är det övergående och sedan blir inriktningen mer specificerad”

Ines Uusman citerad i Svenska Dagbladet, 12 maj 1996.

Källa: Rydén, Daniel, ”Dimmor på nätet”, Sydsvenskan, 4 mars 2007.