One hundred and seventysecond Asic- Being alive!

Last night a terrible fire ruined a house in our block. Luckily nobody died or ended up in hospital. I thought of how easily life can change in just a minute. In our block, most houses are built of wood and a fire would easily spread between houses, hadn’t the fire guards been there to fight the fire. Our life is depending on others in many ways…

Last year a major fire kept a region of Sweden in a constant terror for a couple of weeks. Some people lost their homes and had to flee for their lives. Others tried in vain to protect their homes, but in the end they had to obey authorities who demanded everyone in the area to evaquate. Now, a year after the fire, the landscape reminds me of scenes from Tolkien…

This year has been a year of migration and many people have moved on to a safer place. On TV we have followed dangerous voyages at sea, fights between guards and refugees, hungry children pleading for food and desperate parents fighting for their children’s right to a meal. We have also had a chance to watch border control preventing people from passing the border of Hungary and other European states. News on TV show interviews and reports from refugee camps all over Europe, try to show who that typical refugee may be…

 

I think of the many Swedes who only one hundred years ago, urged to leave our country because they had no chance to lead the life they wanted to. Most of them moved to the USA, some to South America and a few to Russia. This very moment, my two daughters watch ”Kristina från Duvelmåla” which is a musical by Bjorn and Benny (ABBA). The musical is based on a novel by the Swedish author Wilhelm Moberg, who wrote four novels about the Swedish emigration to America in the late 19th century. Moberg’s books are available in English and very interesting to read if you don’t know anything about the Swedish people who moved to mainly Minnesota in the USA. The musical however, is mainly dealing with a certain family and what happened to them during their struggle to find a new life ”over there”. The music is catching and the lyrics makes you want to sing along, but underneath is a message to everyone in this world; We only live once. If our lives aren’t good enough, we’re the ones who need to make that change!

I meet them every day in my professional life as a teacher of Swedish as a Second Language, the refugees… I don’t think there is any reason at all for us, you and me, to say no to those who leave wars and famine, poverty and lack of work in order to make a living here.

We ought to help out as much as we can. We need to turn to ourselves with the thought; wouldn’t we move if everything we cherished in life was taken away from us? Wouldn’t we move if our home wasn’t a safe place anymore? I think for myself that if I met a completely unfamiliar place where I knew nobody, a friend would be a welcomed feature in my new life. I try to be that friend and wish for myself that I never will have to leave everything behind for another country. Be the friend in someone’s life! ❤

One hundred and fiftyfirst åsic- February at its best?

Being a teacher means planning ahead of time and trying to find as interesting topics as possible for one’s students. I try to combine both methods and genres with something that students may find useful for the moment. One such topic that I keep working with every year in January and February is winter.

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My adult students may sometimes come from countries near ours, such as the Baltic countries or maybe Germany or the UK, but most of them don’t. Instead they started their lives in a country far away from Sweden, where there is no snow and where the Swedish winter may seem both everlasting, too cold to be outdoors in, dark and difficult to deal with. I try to find texts that are very different. There are lyrics from songs on winter topics, extracts from books, short stories, movies, chunks of news, weather reports as well as newspaper articles of different kinds.

Does it matter what whether it is outdoors to talk about winter? I’d say I have been lucky this year, since the weather has been very varied. I had the opportunity to talk about extremely cold weather and the words connecting to glistering snow, as well as the boring cloudy skies in a slushy morning when the ploughmen have not yet driven by… I have also had the chance to share with my students some of the typical winter songs or words one may need to label typical winter activites.

It doesn’t matter what the weather is like. The more varied it gets, the better for my purpose at school! Using here and now as a resource for teaching makes learning more hands-on for students. Students find their learning meaningful if they can use their new vocabulary already on their way home from school. Who wouldn’t? Learning things that are supposed to be put away for later, tend to be boring very quickly, whereas useful phrases and vocabulary for instant use makes the effort worth while.


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One hundred and fortyeighth åsic- Freedom is a gift to cherish!

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Freedom is not to be taken for granted. It is a gift to cherish! Freedom of what? one may ask. To me it is definitely important to have a chance to change things in my own life and thus there are many aspects of life where I think the individual needs freedom to make decisions. Freedom is one of the most difficult expressions to describe, along with a few others, such as democracy, equality or justice. In my opinion freedom is essential, freedom of thought, of religion, of press or maybe the freedom to choose a way of living, whom to marry and even IF to marry? In my profession I meet many students who have not had the chance to make decisions of their own although they are adult students. Many of them have come to Sweden from countries with weaker Governments or with no Governments at all, OR they have come from countries where the Government decides almost everything and leaves very little for the individual to decide.

When I get to know young adults from other countries I notice first of all, that they have struggled a lot with many things in life in their past. Some of them started to work as ten-year-old to finance their schooling. Others didn’t have an opportunity to go to school at all, since they were girls. In many countries girls don’t have the freedom to go to school. Instead they are married off early to a future as mothers of many children. Some other countries seem to have the tradition of first educating girls and then as they become mothers they are supposed to stop working and be housewives from then on… If I had been one of those young women, I would have missed my work for the rest of my life! I am happy to have a chance to stay at home with my children when they are newborn and then get back to work again. To me, being at work if I like to, means freedom. Freedom of choice is to me the most important of all aspects of freedom as a basic condition for life. Choice is however individual and we may come to different conclusions when given similar options, simply because our conditions for life are completely different if compared between cultures or countries or socio-economical groups.

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Some of the adult students from other countries I have met in my profession, shared with me that they could not do otherwise but to follow their parents’ decisions without questioning them. They haven’t had the opportunity to decide whom to marry, what to become, if they like to be a parent or not and in that case, how many children they would like to have. Some of them come from countries where genital mutilation is reality. Giving birth to a child is matter of life and death in such a country. The freedom to use contraceptives or the possibility to have an abortion, along with a chance to go through IVF are taken for granted in my country, but it is prohibited in many countries worldwide. Despite bad health conditions or poverty along with a lack of general education for all children young students in some countries achieve their goals. I think they may need to be more determined than many Swedish students. I admire them for not giving up!

Taking things for granted may be contraproductive for achievements or grades in school. Almost all young adults in Sweden pass through twelve years of schooling without needing to think of their safety, or whether they will have enough food for the day or not. Many of them (but not all!) are supported by their parents and earn extra money after school in parttime jobs, where they save almost all the salary for luxurious consumtion, lazy holidays or other things that wouldn’t be possible in many other countries. Then some of them plan, too, for a profession where a long education in a university is necessary. It is possible through a national loaning system open for all citizens, to finance studies although your parents are not wealthy. Not all choose to go on to university, but the point is that there is a built in opportunity for everyone who likes to try.

If I take a look around, I notice that many people around the globe has a limited access to the freedom I cherish in my everyday life. I realize that being born in an industrialized country means being privileged. As I get older, I want to share some of the good opportunities with others. Yesterday a volunteer from Amnesty International called and asked for a contribution. It was in fact very easy to become a member. Easy both in mind and thought and moneywise. Right now I haven’t got a lot of time to be an activist, but with my membership I will recieve updates from the valuable work worldwide and I look forward to knowing more. Maybe I will be able to find a suitable way to a more active contribution in the future? I hope so!

Seeing is believing

I have noticed in my own teaching that the students who DO watch my face find their correct sounds in Swedish easier. If adding on comments on what I do, I help them even more. I talk about how I form my mouth compared to similar sounds in for example English, a language many of my students know quite well, but with completely different SOUNDS. Read below to find out more.

Seeing is believing.

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 fortyforth åsic- Je suis Charlie

Freedom of Speech and Freedom of Thought, Freedom of Religion, Freedom of Press, are all manifestations of our right to express ourselves and our right to be exactly the persons we would like to. Any violance directly connected to those rights is a violation towards mankind, a step backwards in a process that needs to go forward! This is a serious situation not just in France, but everywhere in communities where democratic values allow people to stand up for their own view of life. Countries where these absolutely necessary rights are not allowed, should be questioned by the rest of the world, not once or twice, but over and over again! 

I live in a country where I am allowed to have an opinion of my own and I understand that I am very fortunate. A blogger in Saudi Arabia who was sentenced to ten years for setting up a website for public debate, will apart from the ten years in prison also be flogged 1000 times. His ”crime” was helping fellow citizens to express their minds. I have lately had the chance to learn more about the conditions in a few countries with strong dictatorships. The  meaningless killings the last few days in France was connected to democracy and our right to express ourselves in different ways. It is not a multicultural problem or a religious problem in Western societies, but terrorism with extremistic features. Blaming a certain religious group is contraproductive. Blaming militant extremism is however to see what it’s all about. Violence created in the name of the religion is not the same as THE religion. But when innocent people are killed we are frustrated and sad and may seek for a scapegoat to blame instead of manifesting our strong will to end violence in general and terrorism in particular.

Today the tragic events in France reminded me of how many relations one single person is involved with and how many roles each and one of us have. As an example, I am a daughter, a mom a wife a sister, an aunt, I am a teacher a friend and a lot more of course. The impact of the terror acts in France is thus very much a global problem. We need to be responsible for our acts.

If we are not Free to Live if someone else has an opposing viewpoint, we might need to address the issue of how easily weapons are spread worldwide? No guns means fewer killings. Terrorists with no guns will not stop being terrorists, but at least we give them a hard time. Sadly enough Swedish weapons are used worldwide, although it is said that ”we” are not selling to countries at war… If Sweden stop selling weapons and starts producing something more useful in Bofors, at least we made a contribution for peace. Yes. I know. Many of you will say that if there is no weapons, how could we fight terrorists???? I don’t know. Do you? If we are not Free to Live if someone else has an opposing viewpoint and we do absolutely nothing to prevent the continuous killing, we will lose in the end. Let’s not lose! My contribution will be writing. What is your contribution?

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#Carl-Fredrik Reuterswärds ”Non-Violence” is placed outside the UN Building in NYC

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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Åsics and Åserier 2014 in review

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