Fourhundred and thirtysixth åsic- London, always safe and secure! #Londonfrossa

IMG_1811I’ve been to London several times and it doesn’t really matter how often I visit this busy city of the world. There are always new things to see. The London fire in 1666 or the Blitz during the second world war are both examples of disasters from the past. Nowadays London may suffer from occasional terror attacks, but just like before London seems to be a city to trust… I always feel safe and secure when I walk the streets of London. I never worry. To me, the people I meet seem just as relaxed, too, as if there wasn’t anything to worry about. I do however notice that the huge trees in the parks do suffer… they seem to be victims of a no longer clean environment. Maybe the smog will win in the end?

To me it seems as is the only serious threat London City may not cope with in the end IS environmental issues. This morning I watched the BBC for a weather forecast, but I also caught a glimpse of the news where a report of recent pollution was in focus. Obviously some parts of London deal with levels above what is recommended.

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When speaking about environment I have noticed that many things here are organised, such as the painted walls outside Royal Festival Hall. The minute before I noticed this ares, that may be a skateboard park, we had walked past a tunnel for pedestrians, right under Waterloo Bridge and I had noticed that there were almost no tags or grafitti on the walls. I guess the authorities have invited the grafitti-painters to share their artistery in a limited area…I enjoyed what I saw! ❤

Fourhundred and thirtyfifth åsic- Maybe it’s because I’m NOT a Londoner… #London

…that I love London so? My top sights that I tend to re-visit whenever I go to London are: 

  1. Victoria and Albert Museum ( …for the huge amount of things to see, the variation and professional exhibition and to get a glimpse of the uncountable collections of Queen Victoria and Albert)
  2. Covent Garden ( an Opera House, of course, but outside, in the square you will find people of all kinds, listening to music, watching street performances, having a relaxed and enjoyable time together in a beautiful setting of old buildings and little shops and cosy restaurants).
  3. Shakespeare’s ”The Globe”(This beautiful museum let you experience London as it was when Shakespeare lived there!)
  4. Natural History Museum (Amazing!!! SO much fun to do and see!)
  5. British Museum (one of THE best Museums in the world)
  6. Leicester Square (wonderful place where you can buy tickets for musicals and shows)
  7. Harrod’s (for the incredible exclusive display and for the many possibilities to watch wealth from a short distance…)
  8. Dillon’s (for the reason that there are no books in English that this bookstore doesn’t store)
  9. Hamley’s (for the wonderful feeling of finding all different kinds of toys in a huge five story building…)
  10. The Whispering Gallery (A perfect sight for kids and their parents if you enjoy physics…)

I don’t really know how many times I have visited London, but I have always enjoyed being there. It’s a wonderful City with international pulse that I enjoy tremendously!  In my opinion, strolling around is the best way to see London, but both buses and the tube is very safe and easy accessible, too. I guess it’s just a matter of taste.  I also enjoy going by taxi in London. Some drivers are quiet, of course, but I have been lucky enough to find drivers who enjoy chatting. If you read Swedish, read #sextonde åseriet

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LondonflaggaI always try to visit a few of the Museums in London, and among others I think Victoria and Albert Museum is the very best. The collection of varied items let me understand, to some extent, what impact Queen Victoria made on the British Society. One thing I never miss to admire is the collection of cast iron. It’s wonderful!

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I once went to Greenwich to actually stand with one foot in the West and one in the East, just for fun. On the site I noticed so many other things that I enjoyed, that just standing there on the Meridian seemed less important than the other impressions I got there. It is a wonderful place to be, especially when fruit trees are in blossom! But honestly, I find almost every moment in London interesting and rewarding and I don’t even mind the rain…I every corner there are umbrellas and other souvenirs to buy! 🙂

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Covent Garden is another place I always return to, since the atmosphere is so relaxed there. I also find the little shops in the surrounding area very pleasant. A walk in Notting Hill reveals the Asian touch with Indian curry served in every little restaurant, whereas Soho offers Chinese food at its best, but my all time favorite is a pub lunch. Maybe ”Steak and Kidney Pie” or a ”Ploughman’s Lunch”? Places like Fortnum and Mason’s are worth the effort to visit, too. Have some ”High Tea” and enjoy scones with clotted cream and jam!

I do however not expect to find any places where there are no tourists… Instead I hope for the Londoners to share their beautiful city with the rest of us when we visit for a few days. When walking on Bond Street or Piccadilly Circus, I almost always notice people around me speaking any of the Nordic languages, such as Swedish, Danish or Norwegian. Thus I have learned not to comment too much on others when I’m in a crowd… I wouldn’t want a person saying

”Jaså, är det fler svenskar här?!” 🙂

Fourhundred and thirty-fifth åsic- As cold as in ”To Build a Fire”, by Jack London? #Londonfrossa

Today we had round -20C in my town. The crisp air and the cold did not bother me, since I had planned my walk in the forest thoroughly and was dressed in warm winter clothes.

Many years ago I read the wonderful short story To Build a Fire by Jack London. If you haven’t read it, then DO! It is one of the best short stories I have ever read. Here’s a link to the full text:

To Build a Fire by Jack London

I learned from reading the story long ago that whatever we think we accomplish, we never win a competition with Nature! Jack London tells his story from the point of view of a man who decides to leave the main trail and seek another way, thinking maybe it will be a shortcut… London lets us know that the protagonist is new in the area. He has never spent a winter in Yukon Territory before. Then the author adds:

”The trouble with him was that he was without imagination.”

That is all information we need, really… We understand that he will not be fully prepared for what he will experience in this unfriendly and cold whiteness. When London describes the extreme cold, we understand the danger, but does the man?

”He knew that at fifty below spittle crackled on the snow, but this spittle had crackled in the air.”

The man does realize that it has to be below fifty, but that doesn’t lead him into the conclusion that he will not manage in this weather for long. Throughout the story several situations point out how unaware the man seems to be of the hidden dangers in the surrounding landscape. The man chews tobacco and his beard is filled with ice and along the telling of the story we notice how the beard is slowly built up like an ice-muzzle. If he will take a pause, he will not be able to eat or drink…

London describes many aspects of the Yukon winter that this man is not familiar with and as he paints the icecold scenario the reader slowly comes to the insight that this will lead to a disaster of some sort. The protagonist is followed by a dog, a native husky that knows enough of this weather as to wait for the man to soon build a fire… but the man does not stop to build a fire… As the dog once breaks through and wets his forelegs when being forced by the man to cross over at a hidden creek, the man first admires the dog’s instinct to quickly get rid of the wet and ice, then he foolishly removes his own gloves to help the dog…unaware of the risk for his own sake. His fingers instantly turn numb and that is in a way the beginning of the end…

When I took a walk today, I was taking one single step aside of the track, because I was searching for a better angle for my photo… Afterwards, my boots were filled with snow that first melted for a while, then re-froze and from being perfectly comfortable with my situation I was now slowly getting more and more cold. I was however lucky to know I was only fifteen minutes from home. I didn’t even need to think of building a fire… Instead I went indoors, thinking I was lucky who lived in the middle of a town and not in Yukon Territory, but also remembering this wonderful short story by Jack London with warmth. What a great piece of literature that is!

Four hundred and thirty-fourth åsic- When music serves as a tool for learning languages #Londonfrossa

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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. 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…

 sjunga_i_bilbildekalet-re7d354ee9b5f427aaed85af7180ebae7_v9wht_8byvr_512.jpg (512×512)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 both choirs 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?

London Philharmonic Orchestra – Nabucco: Chorus Of The Hebrew Slaves (Va’, Pensiero, Sull’ali Dorate)

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Fourhundred and thirty-third åsic- Three different perspectives #Londonfrossa

 

Cities of the world #asaole

Yesterday I spent eight hours between a young Indian woman and a middle-aged American man. The three of us were seated in the same row during a flight between London Heathrow and Newark, NJ, USA. We had very little in common, but made friends during the flight and talked about different aspects of life. Since we came from three different continents, three different societies, it was very interesting to share viewpoints and thoughts. We all had three different reasons to travel to the USA.

The young Indian woman was going to reunite with her husband after two months apart. The young couple were newly wed and had planned to start their life in the USA. Since they were both engineers and he already had a position in a company the three of us started to talk about HER options in her new country. The American man currently works as a lawyer in a big national bank on Manhattan and he travels frequently abroad to make agreements with other banks, companies or financial departments in countries worldwide. Me, the Swedish teacher, between the two of them, found it most interesting to learn more about possible futures for engineers in NJ or what bank lawyers think of life, at the same time as I was comparing their English accents. We were all three genuinly interested in each other’s stories, so it seemed anyway. Meeting people like that, sharing thoughts and ideas, is very rewarding, I think. It is a perfect way of learning, since you are doing it for fun and you are motivated, since you very much like to understand that other person. Sharing moments like that is important to me.

Fourhundred and thirtieth Asic- The Need for The Good Example in Times of Trouble

Migration is not a new phenomenon. People migrated thousands of years ago both abroad and within national borders. Despite the many negatively written articles lately, there are good examples that need to be acknowledged!

I read in today’s SvD (Svenska Dagbladet) about a small community in the middle of Sweden, where the new migrants were as many as the original inhabitants, but the people in Åre manned up and contributed volunteerly for the group of immigrants. Åre is very far away from the bigger cities. In a small community like Åre, connections between representatives of different authorities may be closer and I guess people in a small village also know each other quite well. When a busload of immigrants arrive, it may cause somewhat chaos for a short while, but true friendship in the local community is crucial. According to the article, people all contributed in their own different fields of society to help the immigrants as smoothly as possible. Today, not even two years later, the Åre society is profoundly changed in many positive ways.

I think, on a national level, when Sweden welcomed many of the refugees who had fled thru Europe in the fall of 2015, that was the only decent thing to do under those extreme circumstances. In my profession I meet many of them now, two years later and guess what? Many of the refugees who have been here less than three years, in fact cope quite well in their new lives in the wintery and snowy northern country of Sweden. My teaching subject is Swedish as a Foreign Language and I meet my students after they have passed the compulsory level and head on to higher levels of Swedish.

I cannot stress enough how rewarding it is to teach adult immigrants and share their stories about life. They learn Swedish, search for jobs and they dream of a home of their own and later a reunion with their family. Thoughts of the past, traumatic memories and losses may slow down the pace in which they learn to cope in their new environment, but despite very emotional events prior to their current situation, most of them are working hard to achieve their goals. In the long run, I think we all try to make the best of every situation despite hardships and trouble we pass along the way, at least that is what my students prove to me over and over again, every day in school.

Fyrahundratjugonionde åseriet- Är bokmässan eller bokrean årets höjdpunkt?

#asaole, #betygMin egen tideräkning inom yrket, är kopplad till tiden före eller efter betygsättning… När man skrivit under betygskatalogen, så kan man ta jullov eller sommarlov! Och DÅ kan man också läsa böcker i lugn och ro! Läsning är verkligen en lisa för själen!

OM man skulle bli tvungen att välja det ena evenemanget före det andra, så skulle det kräva en stunds eftertanke. #asaole, #bokmassanBåde Bok- och Biblioteksmässan i Göteborg och den årligt återkommande bokrean i februari bereder mig stort nöje. När jag var ung minns jag att jag något år BÅDE var med på nattöppet vid midnatt på Blids bokhandel OCH den extra tidiga öppningen kl. 6 på morgonen på bokhandeln och de två varuhus som på den tiden hade böcker i Falun, nämligen Åhléns och Domus. För den som läser, kan jag ringa in tiden med de titlar jag köpte på rean det året… Där var bland annat Marianne Fredrikssons Paradisets barn och Sigrid Undsets Kristin Lavransdotter. Sedan läste jag förstås böckerna jag inhandlat…

Årets bokrea inleddes i morse vid åttatiden i vår stad, men då var jag på jobbet… Inte förrän på eftermiddagen kunde jag botanisera bland andra bokvänner hos Globe bokhandel i Ludvika. När jag tänker på hur mycket jag ser fram emot både bokmässan och bokrean, så inser jag att andra människor förstås har andra sådana evenemang som det hyser samma tankar om. Bland många kan det kanske vara julafton och förutom julklapparna och maten,  kanske fortfarande Kalle Ankas jul? #asaole, #kalle-anka

Samtidigt inser jag att de som är sportintresserade snarare skulle dela in sitt liv i ”före och efter Vasaloppet” eller kanske ha samma förhållningssätt till O-ringen.

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#asaole, #algjakt

 

 

Jag har ett förflutet i föreningslivet. Genom arbete i styrelser och kommittéer fick jag inse att många människor också hade sin tideräkning justerad så att det snarare handlade om före eller efter älgjakten…

 

 

 

 

 

Fyrahundratjugosjätte åseriet- Bomblarm i skolans vardag

Igår när jag precis släppt iväg min ena grupp och besvarat den siste elevens frågor om den nyss genomförda övningen, drog brandlarmet igång. Skolledningen hade själva utlöst brandlarmet efter att de fått kännedom om ett tydligt hot och en exakt tidpunkt för när en bomb skulle brisera i skolans lokaler. Skolledningen tog då det säkra före det osäkra och skickade hem elever och personal. Med polisens hjälp säkrade och stängde de sedan alla skolans lokaler. Det är beklämmande att någon/några roar sig med att avsiktligt skrämma andra. Förutom det är det en oerhört destruktiv och oansvarig handling att avsiktligt dra igång den stora säkerhetsapparat som det leder till i slutändan när polis, räddningstjänst och igår även en ambulans tvingas tillskynda för att rädda dem som eventuellt skulle skadas av den utplacerade bomben. Men det finns naturligtvis inte något alternativ till räddningsinsatsen, eftersom det rent hypotetiskt skulle kunna vara fråga om skarpt läge.

Om jag stannar en stund vid tanken på att människor kan bli skrämda även vid ett falsklarm, så tänker jag främst på dem i min omgivning som flytt krig och elände och varit tvingade att i sin vardag hantera ständiga evakueringar och utrymningsaktioner där skälet till utrymningen varit verkliga bomber och verkliga bränder. För dessa människor måste det vara känslomässigt omvälvande att uppleva skräcken vid larmet den ena sekunden, för att senare höra hur skolkamrater skrattar och pratar om hur skönt det blev när skolan nu är inställd resten av dagen…

Funderar jag i stället en stund på den enormt stora räddningsinsatsen vid ett falsklarm som det vi upplevde igår, så går tanken i stället till dem som också var i behov av hjälp och kanske ringde 112, för det är ju faktiskt så att det kanske var någon som befann sig i verklig fara som gick miste om en räddningsinsats på grund av att många sådana fordon länge stod placerade utanför den bombhotade skolan…

Det är ju självklart att skolledningen måste ta hot på största allvar. Precis lika självklart är det ju att skolan ska utrymmas varje gång för den händelse att det verkligen finns en utplacerad bomb i skolans lokaler, men… när känslan infinner sig att någon kan ha dragit igång detta för att det är kul, så blir jag bara besviken och arg. Upprepade utrymningar till följd av falsklarm är en otrolig energitjuv, som skapar onödiga avbrott i skolans vardag. Dessutom skapas en oro, som säkert den ”bomb”-ansvarige på något sätt får en kick av. Man ska ha respekt för faror och risker, men respekten urholkas om den visar sig vara falsk. Förhoppningsvis har hen lekt klart nu och vi kan återgå till vår skolvardag.

#hopp, #musfälla, #asaole

Fyrahundratjugofjärde åseriet- Fåglar i skolan, dröm eller mardröm

#asaole, #äpplen

Det är en fin vinterdag idag, även om solen lyser med sin frånvaro. För ett par år sedan när vi hade betydligt mer snö, hade jag tydligen ”snöat in på” fåglar. Här är det åseri jag då skrev på nytt:

Sidensvansarna i vårt äppelträd låter sig väl smaka av de goda äpplena som vi lämnat kvar i höstas för att vår stege var för kort… Sidensvansarnas hemvist är enligt uppgift i den nordligaste delen av Sverige, men när maten tar slut så flyger de söder ut och söker upp kvarblivna bär och frukter både i skogen och villaträdgårdarna. Att de kommunicerar med varandra förstår jag, men det är ändå fascinerande att se hur det agerar när faran kommer. Se här hur de först lät sig väl smaka och sedan plötsligt flög iväg allesammans:

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Egentligen har jag ett lite dubbelt förhållande till fåglar. Å ena sidan tycker jag att de är vackra och att de tillför något extra till vardagen med sin närvaro och å andra sidan har jag alltid haft väldigt svårt för att skilja dem från varandra. Nu menar jag inte de ALLRA vanligaste fåglarna, utan dem vars utseende (i mina ögon) är oansenligt och likartat vid en hastig jämförelse. På lärarhögskolan gick det i allmänhet relativt bra för mig vid tentor och prov, men EN tentamen fick jag göra om och det var den som handlade om fåglar… Jag minns det som att jag inte kunde skilja på en björktrasthona och en gök. Oavsett, så var det ungefär då jag tappade min tilltro till mig själv som ”fågelkännare” ens i liten skala.

När tillfälle ges har jag ändå ”dragit i mig lite kunskap” för att jag just i den stunden fått anledning att fundera över en speciell fågelart. Som liten paddlade eller rodde jag gärna i Nedre Klingen där Storlommen alltid ropade om kvällarna. Jag brukade hoppas på att komma riktigt nära fågeln när jag var ute och paddlade och försökte i möjligaste mån att hålla mina paddeltag helt tysta. Tystnad är relativ och den skygga fågeln överlistade mig alltid. Vid samma sjö brukade jag ro ut till en sten inte långt ifrån land, där ett fiskmåspar alltid häckade. Jag förstod att jag inte fick röra stenen och boet, men ville ändå se de små dunungarna när de började trippa runt på stenen. Genom att ro i närheten, lärde jag mig att måsar inte nöjer sig med att flyga iväg från boet. De både skränar och störtdyker mot inkräktaren och vill det sig inte bättre så kan man få en ny frisyr av kladdig fågelskit…

En av mina äldre vänner i byn matade fåglarna hela vintrarna och en bit in på sommaren. När talgoxarna och blåmesarna fick ungar, brukade min vän mata med sockerkaka…och med stort tålamod fick hon de små fåglarna att äta kaksmulorna direkt ur handen. Jag minns hur jag fick prova att mata fåglarna och hur spännande det var att ha en talgoxe i sin hand.

När man undervisar barn eller ungdomar eller för den delen vuxna, om djur och natur, brukar en av de mest engagerande ingredienserna i undervisningen vara att lyssna på de berättelser som de flesta har att dela med sig av. Nästan alla har någon gång varit med om en händelse som är speciell. För egen del har jag flera ”fågelanknutna” händelser som jag minns, t ex när min äldsta dotter hittade en fågel som flugit in i fönsterrutan och skadat sig. Hon bäddade åt den med gräs och strån och la den utomhus i skuggan bredvid lite vatten. Vi tittade till den så att ingen katt skulle komma i närheten och ganska snart hämtade sig fågeln så pass att den kunde flyga iväg.

Den typen av händelser brukar också elever ha med sig till skolan. Det ger rika möjligheter till skapande på olika sätt, i form av berättelser, dikter eller bilder. Men förutom det, så vill jag som är andraspråkslärare även slå ett slag för begreppsbildning som idé. De elever som inte har svenska som modersmål kan och vet också massor om t ex fåglar, som diskuteras här idag. Men att kräva att de ska kunna klara alltför avancerade produktioner i skrift utan att veta vad fågelns olika delar heter, är mycket begärt. Jag försöker skapa en hjälp-till-självhjälps-lektion, där jag förklarar och använder begrepp som underlättar i berättandet och beskrivningen av det aktuella ämnet.

Det finns oerhört många ord som man tar för givna om man är modersmålstalare, men som kan vara helt nya för andraspråkseleven. Exempel på ”fågelord” som exemplifierar detta, utan att på något sätt göra anspråk på att vara på en ornitologs nivå, utan snarare sådana ord som även små barn kan redan tidigt; hona, hane, fågelbo, ägg, kläckning, ruva, fågelholk, vinge, klo, näbb, stjärt etc. Från denna basnivå kan man förstås bygga vidare, beroende på målgrupp och dessutom kan man bygga upp ordförrådet kopplat till olika specifika textgenrer, så att eleverna ser i vilken situation det ena eller andra ordet passar att använda. ”Den skimrande fjäderdräkten” kanske är mer användbart i en dikt än i en faktaartikel till exempel.

Internationella studier för andraspråksforskning har länge vetat om att elever som jobbar med ett nytt språk vinner på att undervisningen läggs upp efter speciella teman, men också att man hjälper eleverna till rätta inom specifika textgenrer. I några av mina tidigare blogginlägg har jag diskuterat detta. Dessutom har jag delat med mig av mitt speciella förhållande till skator i det #tolfte åseriet.

Four Hundred and Twentyfirst Asic- The Impact of the Principal in the Process of Change

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. International school surveys like PISA and similar, serve as evaluation for school systems on a global level and governments in countries worldwide develop their school systems accordingly. We all understand school systems 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 on a local level would also be based upon scientific results, rather than a single person’s bright idea. Being part of something new and interesting and being listened to in a reciprocal process to create a better learning environment, such as the case below can be very rewarding for every participant, but what happens with the willingness to invest more energy in another ”bright idea” when you change principals in the middle of the process?

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. All groups also noticed that the process created a more close relationship between the different teachers involved. Being part of a group concerning school development stimulated the teachers and they found the project meaningful and interesting.

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They also 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 remember how I felt that moment… I remember I looked around the room and saw many disappointed faces… All the effort, all the anticipation and expectation for the coming school year was blown away… This was the starting point for a new principal with completely different ideas…

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