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 Eighteenth Åsic- When Politicians Play in the Sandpit, We, the People, Lose!

The current political situation in Sweden is similar to the one in the USA, from a democratic point of view and ”We, the People” lose. I am not at all surprised that the Sweden Democrats, which is a ”far-right right-wing populist and anti-immigration political party” (1), actually voted against the Prime Minister in today’s voting in the Riksdag (the Swedish Parliament). Being ”against”, automatically means to support the old Government, that lost its power in the General Election in September. The four political parties that formed the old Government claimed before the General Election that they would never ever collaborate with SD. Today the ”never ever” is however not that solid… neither is the future for Sweden! A new election is to be held in March 2015.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sweden_Democrats

 

One hundred and twelfth åsic- Sunshine in November Makes Me Jump!

November has been going on for weeks, almost YEARS now…but today it happened! The sun managed its way through to us! It was noon and we could almost pretend that it wasn’t November…! I jumped!!! What a joyful moment! I’m not a dolphin, but just as happy!

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I was not in my classroom, although none of my students would have frowned for a sunshine jump, but in the staff room. My reward was a lovely laughter from the two of my teaching friends who were in the staff room at that time. They were, too, happy! We had all forgotten what the sun looked like and were SO happy for the unexpectedly bright sunshine for being this time of the year. I ofteb notice in my classroom, with students from all over the world, that November is a challenge, especially to those who are used to bright sunshine all year through.

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It is however not just sunshine that makes ME happy. I also look the stars in the sky for relaxing purposes and this time of the year I search the sky for Orion and think of a friend I know who will search the sky for Orion, too. Sharing a quiet moment wide apart is a way of connecting despite long distance.

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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.

One hundred and sixth åsic- What’s your name? Let’s make a rock carving!

Many years ago I went on an excursion in the village Nyberget, Stora Skedvi, where my mum grew up. We climbed a mountain just outside the village and the view was magnificent. The striking view was however not the purpose of this excursion, but instead we had all come to see for ourselves how young people from way back when had found a lot more important things to do on Midsummer’s Eve than to sing ”Små grodorna” and dance round the May Pole…

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The lecturer, Stig Welinder, a well-known archeologist who at that time lived in the village, shared both details about many of the couples and facts found in the many church archives from the actual time. In Sweden it is possible to track our ancestors several hundred years back in time and this was also what the archeologist had done, in detail. He could tell stories of families with happy or sad moments in their lives, all facts verified and found in public archives where anyone could have found pretty much the same information if only we had spent that time. Many of the young couples in the local area had climbed this very mountain on Midsummer’s Eve to enjoy the sunset together.  To remember the day, they carved their names in the rocks on top of the mountain and also planned for a future life together. The place was well-known in the nearby villages as ”Skrivarhällen”(Welinder, 1992) and not just the teenagers from one of the villages climbed the mountain, but also those who lived on the other side of the mountain, a bit further away.

The rock carvings can still be found, if you first climb the mountain! 😀

Among other things that Welinder shared with us in his lecture, was the nature of names in Dalarna at the time when the rock carvings were made.  But there were just a few different names that seemed to be popular, and a few names were just the same, so in order to know who was who, you needed to add the name of the farm, or place, such as Petter Danielson, On the Hill. His son would be named after his father, Daniel Pettersson + On the Hill, and his son in turn, would most likely be called Petter Danielsson+ On the Hill… For women, the use of daughter would be used instead of son.

I would, for instance, have had the family name Dalkesdotter, since I am the daughter of Dalke. My brother would acoordingly have been called Dalkesson. During the 23 years I have been teaching I have noticed the change in naming. When I graduated in 1991, many of my first students had names that have been used in our country for generations. Boys names like Daniel, Peter, Mikael, Anders and girls names like Anna, Maria, Kristina, Helena, Ylva etc. But after a few years of teaching I noticed that many of the boys now rather had names like, Kevin, Justin, Jim, Tim, Tom and girls had names like Natalie, Felicia, Caroline, Nellie etc. Nowadays we find a lot of different names, a variation that can be connected to our complex world with input from not just the local area, but from other parts of the world.

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My own name, Åsa, is from the time before Sweden was Christened and means ”goddess”. Very few little Åsa’s are to be found nowadays, but instead some of the names that I would connect to old relatives are coming up as new favourite names for kids. It’s funny how one sometimes hear parents call for their little ones and you expect a person in their seventies to approach behind a tree in the park, but instead a little toddler, called Bosse or Leif, will meet his Mom with a lovely smile!

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My friend the archeologist from the mountain top is a very good example of being modern at the same time as he cherishes the value of how our ancestors chose to live their lives. What footprints or fingerprints will our generation leave? No mountains will be filled with names, but maybe we will share something else that is just as interesting and important? Let’s hope so!

Welinder, S (1992) on Skrivarhällen i southern Dalarna, Bergslagen, Sweden

One hundred and eighth åsic- A quiet wish from a poor teacher

I note that a media issue here in Sweden right now is whether teachers without a certificate will be able to study for free with full pay or not. All teachers I know have either worked to earn money enough to pay their studies, or they have a loan from CSN that they still pay monthly, in my case I still pay, 23 years after graduation…

If people who are not yet teachers, will be fully paid while they study, I wish the Government would pay my CSN-loan for me.

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Etthundrasjunde åseriet- Med värmeljus vid arbetsdagens slut tänds kreativiteten

Mina elever slutade vid lunch och medan min underbara undervisande vän jobbade klart med sina elever, så hade jag hunnit läsa några kåserier  inför nästa vecka och fundera på några uppgifter, men sedan blev jag verkligen JÄTTETRÖTT.

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Att klockan då var 16 märkte jag eftersom fläktens surr äntligen upphörde och tystnaden bredde ut sig. Jag la upp fötterna i en fåtölj i arbetsrummet, hämtade en kvarbliven kudde som vi har i materialrummet och så blundade jag. Somnade gjorde jag inte, men jag nickade till och det var verkligen jätteskönt. Så kom hon, min finaste arbetskamrat K och hon ville att vi skulle diskutera upplägget för nästa termin. Min trötthet försvann i ett nafs och vi gjorde lite te, satte oss i ett nedsläckt arbetsrum med en grupp värmeljus på bordet emellan oss. Man smider planer bättre i mörkret…och dessutom flyger tankarna lättare. När klockan var 18.30 så insåg vi båda att inte endast tankarna flyger, utan också tiden! Att trivas på jobbet är så oerhört viktigt och att uppleva att man glömmer bort att gå hem är en ynnest. Vi hann inte klart idag, men det kommer nya dagar när det känns fint att stanna en stund. Med en arbetskamrat som K är lärarjobbet lätt som en plätt.

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One hundred and fourth åsic- To choose or not to choose is the question

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When I was in NJ a couple of weeks ago I noticed that I am not very good at choosing and find myself ambivalent and indecisive, If there are a lot of options. At least when it comes to choosing food from a menu… 😀

I wonder if I possibly have inherited this from my daughter? We are just the same when we are in a situation of choice. If we get stuck, we do however have different solutions to our problem. My daughter would most likely go for a choice similar to some of her friends, and thus avoid the risk of feeling her own choice was in any way bad. I, myself, on the other hand, sometimes want to follow the stream, not be the one to be a nuisance to others. SO although we both may do as others do, we seem to do so for completely different reasons. We also both tend to pick ”both” when it may be difficult to pick ”either…or”…

One of my friends have decided for herself to give herself a kind of punishment if she cannot make a decision when she is picking something for her (fika)coffee. If she cannot make up her mind about what nice pastry to choose, she simply says: ”En kanelbulle, tack!” (A cinnamon bun, please!). I remember many different situations when this friend and I have lined up to buy a cup of coffee and she and I both try hard to make a decision, but when it’s our turn at the check-out, we realize that it’s impossible… Luckily a cinnamon bun is a great treat along with a cup of coffee!

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But…what if my reluctance to make a choice is the very reason why I find it so difficult to be decisive in my classroom, too? The Swedish School System allows a lot of democratic processes for students to be involved in. We are supposed to engage our students in decision-making and students have a right to make an impact and be active in evaluating their school situation from many different perspectives. I don’t mind that situation at all… In fact I enjoy being interactive with my students in order to develop the learning process from year to year. Having said that, I also notice that Swedish students tend to be used to this collaboration with their teachers and they are also interested in sharing their opinion, suggest possible improvements to instruction or lessons, but my current students from different parts of the world seem more or less new to the idea of sharing their ideas and views.

I remember a lesson I had planned for a group of SVA3, where the students were all supposed to act and also to reveal a certain personality in a dialogue with friends. I had hoped for the group to pick a card with a personality and then ”go for it”, but obviously they were all worried about the situation and thought it was a better idea if I handed out the cards and thus made the choice more of a ”random” situation. After the activity I asked the students why they didn’t want to take part in the process of choice and they all said that they thought it was scary and unusual to decide for themselves in a school situation. It didn’t matter that they were all adults. They were all facing their old school situations where teachers make decisions and students do as they are told.

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Is there a difference between situations where one wants to choose or not? I don’t know if that would be universal, but I think from my point of view that when the decision is important to me FOR REAL, then I don’t give away my chance to choose voluntarily, but if there is no real and deep meaning to me personally, then I don’t mind letting someone else pick a choice of their taste. That is also why I completely trusted my friends when we decided what food to buy when I was in the US a couple of weeks ago. I trusted their taste and I didn’t want to be a pain…so instead of making a decision they wouldn’t appreciate, I’d rather let them choose. I guess we are all different. I notice that I am a person with a ”decision disorder” 😀

So… To choose or not to choose, will also in the future be the most important question, in every situation there is.

 

One hundred and third åsic- When music serves as a tool for learning languages

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When I was a child, I spent very much time with a family across the street. The two girls in that family were my best friends and we had great fun doing a lot of different things. We had a theater group and our family and friends every now and then were more or less forced to go to our shows. One of the girls was playing the piano and so was I. Sometimes we spent time learning how to play four hands, but we also sang. For Christmas we either went Carolling in the houses close to theirs, OR we went to a local church in my area and sang there. I remember one morning in their house when I suddenly realized from whom the sisters had got their skills in music and also their feeling for singing and playing instruments… From the bathroom I heard a beautiful opera aria! The father was singing in the shower. In my home my father played the violin and my grandpa played the accordion.

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I have always loved singing! As a child I WAS one of the members of ABBA… Three other kids and I, two boys and a girl, in fact spent EVERY single afternoon being soap opera actors, always ABBA, never ”the real” kids… We even painted clothes we had sown, so that they looked similar to ABBA:s stage costumes.

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When I drive my car alone, I sing along. An amusing detail with our very old car, is that we still have just an old cassette player… Guess what??? My collection of home-recorded cassettes is still in the attic… SO whenever I feel bored by the current music in the car radio, I indulge myself with the oldies from the seventies or eighties…

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 Apart from just being FUN, I know that learning languages comes easier when you sing along! When you sing a song repeatedly over and over again, you may be doing so because you really love that particular song. But at the same time as you enjoy the music, you also learn the lyrics by heart and you get a feeling for words and phrases, sounds and melody in language. Intonation and stress also comes easier with the help of music. So, next time you sing in the shower or in the car, challenge yourself with a new song, maybe in a language you are not yet familiar with! What if you turn out to be a speaker of a foreign language and your pronunciation is really good, because you applied your singing skills into language learning??? When words are not enough, music may be the bridge… I remember once when I was in Italy and two choirs were having dinner.  After dinner, when we both sang with and to each other, we didn’t know each other’s languages, but we did singalong in the melodies, since we were familiar with the music of Guiseppe Verdi. Listen to the link below. I am pretty sure that you would be able to sing along, too, wouldn’t you?

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Etthundraförsta åseriet- En gång för länge sedan var Elsie min trygghet varje dag

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Elsie och jag 1968

När jag ser på den här bilden på dig och mig, Elsie, så ser jag att vi trivdes ihop.

En glad Elsie och en glad Åsa.

Men idag är jag ledsen, för du är inte längre med oss. 

Tack för den fina start jag fick i livet tack vare dig! 

När jag var liten så var inte samhället organiserat som nu och stödet för föräldrar var inte heller lika väl utbyggda som de är nu. I princip alla pappor jobbade. En del mammor blev hemmafruar för att på det sättet lösa logistiken kring barnpassning och en del av dem tog dessutom hand om andras barn som dagmammor. Men en del mammor jobbade. Min mamma var en sådan mamma som jobbade. Hemma med mig var min barnflicka Elsie, världens snällaste och raraste tjej. Jag minns egentligen inte så många detaljer från då när jag var liten, för jag VAR verkligen väldigt LITEN när hon tog hand om mig. Vi bodde i en lägenhet i Tullingeberg och i huset där vi bodde fanns två portar bort en familj som hade en dotter som jag brukade leka med ibland. Flickan hette Marie-Louise, men hon kallades Mysan. I huset som stod i vinkel mot vårt fanns en familj som hade en pojke i min ålder. Pojken hette Dick och jag lekte med honom också. En bit längre bort gick vi ibland på sagostund i en källarlokal och vi gick också till syster Frideborg som jobbade på barnavårdscentralen. Att ta hand om mig var säkert inte alltid vare sig lätt eller kul, men jag känner mig glad över att Elsie valde att studera vidare efteråt och jag vet att hon i många år arbetade inom barnomsorgen. Man kan på så sätt säga att jag var hennes träningsläger…

Under åren som gått sedan jag var så där liten, har jag träffat Elsie och hennes familj några gånger. När jag fortfarande var ett barn, så kände jag mig blyg och tyckte att det var svårt att prata, men som vuxen blev det annorlunda. Vi har inte setts ofta och inte heller så många gånger, men via mina föräldrars rapporter har jag ändå blivit uppdaterad om Elsie ibland. Idag fick jag det ledsamma beskedet att hon hade gått bort efter en längre tids sjukdom.

Jag vill sända en tacksamhetens tanke till Elsie och en stöttande kram till hennes familj. Jag är säker på att hennes tålamod med den lilla Åsa som hon tog hand om, har spelat stor roll bland annat för min språkutveckling, men också för min förmåga att knyta an till andra människor. Med sin värme och medmänsklighet och ödmjuka inställning till livet var Elsie ett föredöme.

 

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