tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2890939908434377912024-03-13T14:35:30.271+00:00French ChalkObservations of one teacher in both English / French systems in two small villages teaching learning and living the cultures. With a passion for art and all things French. Vive la difference at the chalk faceAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13901062480695944906noreply@blogger.comBlogger70125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-289093990843437791.post-67995194798229290712017-04-29T14:46:00.002+01:002017-04-29T15:15:10.977+01:00Turning the page....<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Back to my weekly teaching spot in the village school; like many a village no one in sight at 9.00am in the morning, except a curious ambling cat and a solitary baguette buyer. I rattled the rusty bolt on the old school gates to cross the yard with the trepidation that always fills me after an enforced absence, back in the UK. Its been an even longer gap, some six months, due to my elderly mother dying and some medical issues, so like all first days there is anxiety.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana";">Door open and faced with sixteen smiling, anticipatory faces, a jolly 'Bonjour Md Machin' from the Maîtresse and I was back in my natural habitat, at ease and happy.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana";">Now the lesson today was, on the maîtresses request the initial one to a theme about different school activities and equipment. I had planned a lesson looking at key equipment found in their pencil cases and the prompt sheet I had produced was to aid their visual memory with the final written exercise. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana";">I try to teach much of the lesson in English, so the children can get practice in both, listening to and speaking with,a native speaker. But for instructions I have to use French to confirm what I want them to do when it comes to any written or read work.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana";">So, when I asked them to make sentences based on the key nouns in the photos on the prompt sheet I asked" Ouvez votre cahier anglaise et ecrivez". Simple and understood but the problem was that they immediately stuck the sheet into their notebooks and wrote on the next page, which for some meant turning over to write the responses. Now this had a duel result; for some it instantly made the task more difficult because they had to memorise the key spellings, where as others had an easier task and for those who had to memorise the whole word, it meant they had the advantage later in recalling that word.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana";">I think in England the majority of pupils would not have stuck the prompt sheet in first, unless specifically told to do so, & hence would have found the easier way. But my small French class (mixed ability aged 7 to 11) all stuck the sheet in and it was pure chance which page they stuck it in hence,for some it was more difficult and some a more easy the task.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana";">The result was a confusion between them as some of the younger or less able completed the work faster or more accurately simply because the sheet was constantly visible to them, they didn't need to keep turning the page over & back. The maîtresse too was confused, then she said she thought this was a very clever teaching way and that it made the children think and work harder....what my Granny would have called, 'all that sense and little nouse'.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana";">So working on the accidental development of visual work memory I decided to extend this. We'd looked at the 'pen, pencil, pencil case, pencil sharpener, coloured pencil' compound words so I thought I'd extend the 'paintbrush'...'brush, hairbrush, sweeping bush, toothbrush, paint bush', to help them remember. Now these do have a link with the action 'Brosse' in French but sadly I started with the wrong one. So 'Brosse, brosse a cheveaux, brosse a balayage, brosse a dents' all fine, but paint brush no, 'pinceau'....hence I had a class of blank faces looking at me, not so good.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana";">And as if that was not sufficient I decided, for reasons beyond the wit of man, to get them to breakdown the word 'Paint'. The ideas was for them to see 'Pain' the French word for bread, but this didn't really work. Then suddenly one of them registered and sai, in English, "Oui Madame...you cant eat paint you can eat pain"...I know but that's was their primary humour. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana";">I should have quit while the going was good, but no, I thought I'd point out that 'pain ' is also a word in English; pain = douleur, something is painful, it hurts.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana";">In order to explain this I acted the stubbing of a toe, the banging of my thumb, a bad headache....all with sound effects.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana";">Now French classrooms, particularly in sleepy villages are quite quiet affaires, with set work and steady outcomes, so now both the children and the teacher were aghast at my antics. And just when I thought I'd lost it, I was saved by a flash of infantile humour "I love 'du pain', but its a 'pain' to eat 'paint'. Result laughter all round & much nodding of heads, who says the French don't have a sense of humour!!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana";">Returning home I received up a copy of the French English-Language newspaper, 'Connections' and chanced on an article by a Nick Inman about learning a language. A brilliant piece of prose and one phrase in particular jumped out at me and summed up my day,</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana";">Oh and to finish my school day, just as I left the teacher handed me a set of hand made and coloured Christmas cards that the children had made. Over four months on from the event it all seemed a little bizarre, but by all their smiling faces and then later reading their written sentiments I realised it really didn't matter...they'd got creative too</span></div>
<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13901062480695944906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-289093990843437791.post-76437251509955090302016-09-20T18:04:00.000+01:002016-09-20T18:04:27.452+01:00Something different....Fresnay Grange
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">It started with a small child and an old man.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">“Tell me again Gramp”; the story of a pink granite farmhouse
in the hollow and a pretty young lady called Irene. A young dispatch rider,
missing in action and sheltered, he fell in love. The girl knew every detail the
buildings, the kitchen, its range, the pewter jugs and brass candlesticks</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Then came Le Fresnay a pink granite farm and barn & the
girl remembered. The old barn was the original house; there was the hearth and
the chimney space, the low walls of the first thatch, it all fitted.</span></div>
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one history. All the work respecting the builders of 300 years ago and the detail honouring the stewardship. The
mantle had those candles & jugs via vide greniers, the stairs of local oak
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is a spirit to our house, we call him Pierre and imagine him as an old French farmer. There’s no ghost it’s the
spirit of the very stones, the privilege of rediscovering , reinhabiting &
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">A simple story at first thought, it would seem. A more complex one, linguistically as ; 'eating, sitting, sleeping, more than, bigger, smaller, who has' are all concepts requiring comprehension. Then finally, there is the social dimension of a young girl lost in the forest, breaking into a house, causing wilful damage and finally falling asleep in a strangers bed...now that's all a little bizarre.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">Ok visual props i.e. 3 bears, class chanting, a story peg line and even a little drama...I finally got the story going. But you're never certain that the children have fully grasped the language or if you've totally developed all the spoken opportunities. But this time I got an unexpected check; a living recount of a lesson well learned.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">You see on the last day of the school year, in our small village, the children all walk the boundaries. Akin to the old English ways of walking the parish boundaries, these lively 7 to 10 year olds walk the 'bourg' boundaries. They follow the traditional footpaths around the locality bordering the two villages which feed into the small school.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">Knowing this was happening and ,that their walk would go up the 'randonnee' beside our land, and directly in front of our house, I decided on a small surprise. I made a name plate for the farmhouse, 'The Cottage of the Three Bears' and sat said , three bears, proudly outside to await the children's arrival.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">It seems that this story, like all of its genre, had its own happy ending. This time I was the, 'Goldilocks' and their English language skills, will live, 'happily ever after'.</span></div>
<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13901062480695944906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-289093990843437791.post-6688793114249177102016-05-14T16:03:00.001+01:002016-05-14T16:03:27.638+01:00Liberty, Equality, Fraternity and Pigs<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Not been back to France since January and have had three weeks of catching up with jobs, entertaining Art Guests and enjoying the easy pace and ambience of French living.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial";">But there comes a point at which you realise you have to start upping the pace and get back to contributing to the village and, the way I do that best is through my weekly teaching visits to the local primary school. Its only an hour a week, but I like to do the very best I can and fit in with the school day and curriculum.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial";">Hence I sent an e mail to Madame the maitresse telling her the dates that I could attend and asking what topic she wanted me to cover. Now I have to explain that this is not a joint lesson, no team teaching or shared planning, she simply takes my copy of the lesson plan and gets on with her paper work, only contributing if I ask something specific. Her written reactions are much like her verbal ones so I was not surprised when the initial email reply was somewhat curt. Apparently the timetable has changed and they now go swimming on Tuesdays, which was my previous allotted day. Fair enough I'll do Mondays same time I thought? Second e mail response, no that time clashes with dance! OK give me a day & time and what topic you want me to cover till June.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial";">Now that's when the real trouble started, because she asked for 'histoire anglaise' plus pronunciation & comprehension of simple texts. Wow I thought, there's only four Mondays left this month, one of which is a national holiday and she wants me to teach the entire English History to 7~11 year olds in three hours. My mind was racing; what were the key points, I must do justice to our complex history, how can I put all that into simple text? I spent a night considering how and which of the stories of Boudica, Roman Britain,the Magna Carta, Religion & Empire, the Industrial Revolution or two World Wars (to name but a few) I could compress into an understandable text for 'les eleves'. Ignoring the comments of my husband to, start with Agincourt and explain how certain parts of France really belonged to the English throne, I finally came to the conclusion the task was impossible in the timescale allotted. So I e mailed again & explained that the topic of English History was 'enorme' and suggesting I could do something about the different countries within the UK and the regions.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial";">She replied the next day that she understood and could I teach, 'd'une histoire d'un livre' . Now here's where my second mistake was made. Now 'livre can mean book or pound (as in weight or old currency) so I took her to mean she wanted either a potted history of currency or worse still a three week topic around key literary books in English history? ! A spent a night scouring my brain to decide which were the key authors of our magnificent literary history, or how much I knew about the history of our currency. Dreams with Shakespeare and Dickens arguing about coinage or weights & measures followed, leaving me even more confused.</span><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Finally, the next morning , a further mail arrived giving me times and clarifying what she really meant.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial";">In French there are what teachers of this fine language call ' faux friends', these are words in two or more languages, that look or sound similar, but differ significantly in meaning. For example, in English you go to a library to borrow books, but in French a 'Librairie' is a bookshop. Similarly,'L'hotel de Ville', does not accommodate passing tourists wanting a bed for the night but is the municipal town hall. Most extreme of these faux friends is 'gymnasium; which refers to 'a place of education' in German and 'a place for physical education' in English, where as in its Greek origin it meant 'a place for naked exercise'...not to be confused. And 'livre' in French can mean book, pound (weight) or pound( money)</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial";">So my 'histoire' and 'livre' were faux friends, she neither wanted me to teach English history or the history of books or money, but children's stories and for them to read & understand simple texts. Clarified and relieved I acknowledged her e mail and agreed the dates.All this before I even set foot in 'l'ecole'.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial";">How to move from 'Magna Carta' to 'Three Little Pigs' in one sentence, well I suppose it all the same really ; all about power, corruption, security for everyday people and words. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial";">What was it my husband said once about this wonderful language? "I think French is like half empty boxes but you never sure what's in them"...well mine were definitely half empty!</span></div>
<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13901062480695944906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-289093990843437791.post-59874422638411992822016-01-23T17:32:00.000+00:002016-01-23T17:32:41.442+00:00Bretegne v Brittany.... Keep learning<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">I write two very different blogs; this one, 'French Chalk', about my experiences in France, in particular in relation to teaching & education, and the other ' The Grey Jigsaw', about my personal journey through & with cancer.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana";">These are quite disparate blogs, but just once in a while the two overlap and what occurs in one is relevant and applies in the other. And </span><span style="font-family: "verdana";">his occurred this week on a visit to one of my cousins and his wife, who now live permanently in Brittany, France.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana";">Now to explain I have to give you some background, if you like set the scene. This cousin is one of two brothers, who I am close to from my home town of Gosport in Hampshire and both brothers now own property in Brittany. Starting with a big renovation job of a country cottage over years and now a further renovation of a village town house. They have worked together, played together and holidayed together and in 2015 the eldest one decided to settle permanently in France.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana";">Now this is a big move for anyone, with the arrangements, the legal stuff, the systems, the language and the culture, but for my cousin and his wife this was an even bigger step as he is diagnosed with Parkinson's and she has longstanding health problems.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana";">We arrived for our stay excited but unsure how they would be coping, its a tall order to take such a big step and challenge yourself, but what an amazing thing they have done. The house is a delight and made so homely, the plans are afoot for work and they are slowly but surely getting embedded in the local community; learning French and joining groups, it great to see!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana";">We visited the area and its delights; had coffee in it village bars, ate in a local restaurant and puzzled at the signs written dually in French & Breton. We had three days of pleasure in a very different part of France, a real holiday on holiday, it was lovely.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana";">So what has this to do with education or cancer, well its all about determination and belief. They have not sat back and thought , 'we can't do anything', ' we have to just put up with what life has dealt', no they are up and fighting. Its not easy, but they are taking on a new life and moving forward, brilliant. They are not accepting the limitations, they are seeking solutions and adapting to a new way of being.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana";">Children learn & accept they won't get it all right, but keep trying. They immerse themselves in what needs to be done, seek solutions and eagerly engage in change. There is a fundamental conflict underlying learning; starting with not understanding and driven by and desire to comprehend, to reach stasis. The old adage that, 'conflict causes change'' is the leading reason we are motivated to learn or retract from learning. We are curious, want to conform, mature or understand, solve a problem or feel an emotion, but all too often we let this drive stall and seek to withdraw. The young of all kinds are endlessly drawn on, continually curious and want to grow, they are hard wired to learn.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana";">So how great to see my cousin and his wife, despite all the problems and strains choosing to grow, to step out and question the world, make a new life, progress. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana";">What's that other adage, oh yes...</span><span style="font-family: "verdana";">.....If you are not moving forward you are going backwards. And as my cousin said, "Its not me , its everyone else that's moving". Never too late to learn, we've just re-met a couple who are living proof of this.</span><span style="font-family: "verdana";">They say,'you can't choose your family, but you can choose your friends', and we are proud to call my Brittany cousins both.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana";"></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13901062480695944906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-289093990843437791.post-37641066399760487502016-01-14T17:15:00.004+00:002016-01-14T17:17:30.344+00:00L'annee dernier, rabbit in the headlights <span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Every Tuesday that I in France I attend, as some of you will know, the local primary school, to teach English. Its what started me on this blog and its what continues to motivate many of the ideas & observations about our life in France, deep in the Loire countryside.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">You see, as those of you who are teachers will know, having an audience of eager, interested, but unforgiving students, be they five years or twenty five, is a sure way to enhance your own learning. The old adage that, 'if you want to learn something well, try teaching it', may sound odd , but is a real truism; nothing puts you more on your metal than the prospect of having to explain it in detail to somebody else. This is especially so, when that somebody has the enquiring mind of a student, particularly a primary age student!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">Children do not necessarily have the social niceties to go along with what you are saying, they ask the awkward question and have a lack self consciousness. Both singly and collectively they, like water, seek out the flaws. This is not to say I think 'les elves' are scheming to undermine my lesson, it is just their natural state; they are in a learning environment all day, questioning, willing to make mistakes, self driven to understand and they don't take 'prisoners'.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;"> So nearly six year on from my initial uncertain visit to the school I was in again this week; teaching to the topic of 'The Human Body'. Now this could be a perilous area if I were back teaching in the Secondary sector, open to all sorts of anxieties and, even at the simplest level, could evoke a potential mine field of 'awkward or embarrassing' questions. But in that small rural classroom it was a delight, the children were interested, the subject visually engaging and all became engrossed in the activities. From word matching & action games and worksheets to illustration I seemed to have geared the lesson right. My French explanations, my English questions all seemed to go down well.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">Great I thought maybe I'm actually cracking this language, adapting my teaching and understanding the cultural nuances? I'd got through my hour and a half, the children seemed to have absorbed the key words & were prepared to verbalise in English, so I packed up my things and prepared to go.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">Now my years ago after my first basic French course, having travelled through the country over years, I finally felt I was getting a handle on things...its always when things go wrong. On a campsite somewhere near Calais, feeling quietly confident in my day to day French, I was greeted by an elderly lady commenting on the weather; "Il faire beau?" she said ( it becomes sunny). I panicked, what do I answer, is there a set reply. So what did I answer? What did my linguistic brain come up with. "Trois", yes like a rabbit in the headlights I froze and for some unaccountable reason said the number 'three'! Since that day I have always been aware that just sometimes, for some unaccountable reason my 'French Brain' is quite likely to just malfunction.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">And what happened at the end of my successful English lesson, just when I was feeling quietly confident? Well, I meant to say " a la semaine prochaine" ( See you next week), but what came out was " l'annee derniere" ( last year)! Both the maitresse and the children suddenly looked at me, quizzical, ' what does she mean? Is she telling us something?" . No just rabbit in the headlights syndrome!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">What is it they say, 'pride comes before a fall', well all I can say is, "Tois"...Oh bugger!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Strikes me people come out with the funniest things when you least expect them. Sometimes they're known sayings, like this summer when a friend staying with us announced that, on her journey through France, she was, "So hungry I could eat the leg of the lamb of God". Or sometimes they're impromptu, as later in the holiday and out walking the beautiful Colmont river, she was desperate to use the loo. On spying a workers Portaloo nearby, she quipped, "Well any port a loo in a storm will do" and </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">quickly disappeared inside.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">There's a natural humour in some phrases, indeed some people and some regions/ cities are known for their hard humour, probably borne out of hard times. Hence my husband, a good Stoke on Trent Lad, from a family known for its witticism and sharp phrases announced that he had," no spell check on his mouth". And was heard to announce to a neighbour that, "me plums are ripening" (plenty of euphemism there) and then ask, "Is your fosse backing up"...oh er missus, sounds like an old 'Carry On' film.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">In France we share some phrasal commonalities that have been adopted by the English language. We assert, 'c'est la vie', use an ' aide memoire' and carry an 'attaché' case' with a certain 'je ne sis quoi'. So it seems strange when we hear them in their original tongue, with their correct pronunciation. At a recent soiree for a group of French friends I was amused to hear myself sounding like the fictional detective Hercule Poirot when I exclaimed 'Exactement' and curious to realise how many words had links with what I already knew, both in learnt , absorbed or fictional French.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">Similarly our well known phrases sometimes have Gaelic equivalents like 'bien dans sa peu' ,which I learnt was to be at ease in ones own skin and 'petit poisson deviendra grand', a different and fishy take on 'from little oaks mighty acorns grow'. Yes I still struggle with the grammar, stumble over the conjugation of the verbs, but I now feel more at ease in the language, happier in the communication and loving the challenge despite the confusions.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">But then as Graham Robb recounts in his book ' The Discovery of France' 2007, relating to Bretons within living memory trying to learn French,</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;"><br /></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13901062480695944906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-289093990843437791.post-68970429096053149262016-01-04T15:04:00.000+00:002016-01-04T15:04:30.028+00:00To teach or not to teach...<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">There's nothing like the need to complete a task, to trigger an avoidance response, the more urgent the task the greater the response. You suddenly feel motivated to do something else. With my mother it was always cleaning windows, a tactic to avoid social issues or conflict. With me today, its the fact that I should be planning my lesson for tomorrow, suddenly my blog, which has been ignored of late, becomes extremely urgent so here I am.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Christmas gone and New Year over we are now back in France and tomorrow I'm due to go into the little village school and teach for an hour. Now its no big deal; I have no curriculum to follow, no targets to meet, no long term planning or grades to make, I'm not paid to do it, a French Ofsted equivalent is not about to turn up and the children are a real delight. Its about that four letter word & its meaning 'Work'!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">If I was just helping out, just an aid or language assistant life would be easier, but as a professional teacher you can't do anything by halves. It must be linked with past learning, develop new vocabulary, incorporate over learning, be differentiated by age & abilities within the class. My goals have to be SMART: specific, measurable, achievable, realistic and timed and I must evaluate and review. I suppose its only like a solicitor or accountant, a doctor or a professional athlete, it cant be done casually. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">Years back, as a student in Liverpool, I shared a house with a woman who was an ex Olympic swimmer and innocently asked if shed like to come to the local pool with me. She agreed and on arrival proceeded to plough up & down the pool at alarming speed & with considerable aggression. I stopped her & suggested we might sit on the pool side for a bit, or dive for a weight or simply hang in the water & chat; as I saw it a fun even social element to the swimming. She looked at me bewildered, "I hit the water every morning a 6am for years, to train for two hours and then again after school, I can't play with it". </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">Problem is everyone thinks they could be a teacher, we've all been to school, we all know its about being in charge and telling them what to do. That's instruction and has its place; apprenticeship, skills, task led activities but a teacher, has to be aware of the bigger picture & the individual needs, they have to communicate and draw that something special out of the students. Some people have that naturally, its in their psyche/ their very bones and just like that swimmer they can't play at it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;"> So here I am full circle, doing what I love doing it but its work. Then I remember what a good friend and ex colleague once said to me. As a Educational Psychologist she heard me procrastinating & bemoaning my avoidance strategies and stopped me. "Its not avoidance she stated, its displacement therapy". So there you have it, I have a therapy...I feel a lot better. And just incidentally, I have a new blog, this one, which your just read.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;">Enough said Pauline 'Do the lesson plan!"</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13901062480695944906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-289093990843437791.post-41878796517909137672015-09-18T15:43:00.003+01:002015-09-18T19:23:19.271+01:00Maybe it's just maybe, peut etre....with thanks to Jessica<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I woke this morning, after a long night, feeling fortified linguistically and ready to write.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;">Maybe its something about the fact that I should now be in France & my French cerebellum has been called into action. Maybe its a message from my ex & much rated French teacher, praising my writing on this blog. But whatever it is I've been dreaming in French and words are tumbling in my brain; questions and curiosity, so here I am.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">As a child I was taken with one of the Beano, comic cartoon strips, called the Numskulls, about a team of tiny human like technicians live inside peoples heads, running and maintaining their bodies & minds. This concept has stayed with me & I often revisit it when considering my response to modern foreign language, in particular my beloved French.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">I imagine those little creatures rushing round the filing system trying to find word equivalences or reorder the tenses. Opening half forgotten or newly filed drawers and seeking communication. Maybe Ive always been fascinated by words & communication, because whenever I use this example people look sympathetic but a little confused by this childhood analogy. Whether they don't remember, think its something of childhood or simply don't relate to it I usually get the same look. "Bear with her, she must have a serious point & the point is" the look says. Well maybe that's just it you have to have that interest in words, that fascination with communication to get it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">Wordsmiths, of which I wish I was one, have a compulsion to create, to express & to understand, which is why the very best of them hold us transfixed, rapt in the story, ferried away to another land of imagination and inner experience. Even with the marvels of cinema and computer graphics & all actors skills, direction, photography & tricks , it is generally the inner pictures which is what we run when we hear a book title or read a play review. From Alice in Wonderland & Wind in the Willows to The BFG and The Hobbit, its those early mental images that first come to mind. They may be superseded by the amazing coloured cinema graphic images, but we each have our first and unique internal magic show that shapes our understanding & ever influences our thinking. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;">Have you ever read a book & uncertain of the pronunciation of a characters name, just skimmed over it, you know who or what they are? Its only when someone else says the name differently do you think, oh right well, no problem, the gist of the text is in the writing, the meaning, the pictures, name pronunciation almost an irrelevance. Well maybe its like that with the Hollywood interpretations; sometimes they enhance the internal cinema show and other times they just get filed under 'alternative views'. The very best, like their writers. are so accurate, so spectacular, that what is projected is almost raw, straight from the imagination of that writer.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">That's why I don't get book reviews, critics or book clubs. That's why I don't feel the need to untangle questions in a group,like some extended A level project or read to a schedule. Why to I don't want or need to be told what to read or what is good in my reading, what not to watch, what not to participate in. I know some people want to be abreast of the times, know the latest novel by certain authors, have seen the latest play or film and have an after dinner sound bite phrase, but they obviously never read the Beano.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">The question is what would the Numskulls have done? We have to filter, interpret and communicate with ourselves to understand. It may not be the best, or accepted or deepest understanding but its ours.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">So early this morning, body screaming for sleep, my internal word filtering was up & running; what's the meaning of this in French, why phrase it like that. Sometimes I just wish they'd give it a rest stop endlessly seeking, solving enquiring, but do I really. Maybe</span><span style="font-family: Verdana;"> that was why I studied psychology BEd, looking for Numskulls, seeking answers. Who knows but those childhood wanderings have never left and I hope the never do.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">And the point of this? Where's the Frenchness? Where's the story? Well its all in a word or maybe a phrase.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">My French teacher, a skilled wordsmith and communicator, wrote about 'on verra' (we will see) in her latest piece. A new phrase to me I looked it up and considered how I might apply it & my dictionary made a clear distinction between' we will see' and ' 'We'll see'</span><span style="font-family: Verdana;"> ...nous verrons or on verra. Now the point here is not is which is correct or applicable or even usual its about communicable. So do I instruct the boffins in my brain to research & store academically or simply consider and move on? As a child if I asked if we could do something or when something would happen or what if, the common adult response was 'we'll see, perhaps'. A point of great frustration, because it usually meant no, but held no certainty and because internally the Numskulls said, "What? Now where does that answer go".</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">So in my early morning mental ramblings my inner child came to the fore ,the generality, the communication, the understanding that's what's important with words. After all, as Wordsworth put it, ' The Child is the Father of the Man' and he was some wordsmith.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">Now let me guess what's in your head now, don't tell me daffodils, peut etre? Well now it is , 'on verra'!</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13901062480695944906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-289093990843437791.post-91865706914101150402015-08-23T20:19:00.000+01:002015-08-23T21:32:48.537+01:00The Englishman, the Frenchman and the Maire...<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">They say that language is 50% formal learning, 50% application and 100% communication. Well I experienced that recently at a meal at the house of some French friends in the village.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">An Anglo/Franco mixture of some fifteen people, part family, part neighbours and part friends, we arrived greeting each other in a mixture of tongues and accents. From the patois of the Mayenne and broad Scotts, to the softer Loire tones and the open vowels of middle England, and, amongst our midst, the marie of the village and his wife.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">Between us we had a variety of linguistic skills, from the truly bi-linguist (well actually multi linguist) to a mixture of language knowledge, learnt or acquired in our own respective journeys through life. And, just as with international flights or voyages, whose timetables are set to the country of arrival /departure, our default language was French. We</span><span style="font-family: Verdana;"> ate some excellent cuisine, drank some wonderful wines and all relaxed into that happy ambience, which is generated by good folk having a good time.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">We had first met our French hosts some years ago at a local village fete, where we had shared a communal meal, of vast meat proportions, all washed down by good red wine or local cidre. The husband spoke English & wanted to practise so it was agreed that he'd speak English & myself French. I was struck by how similar in looks one of his daughters was to him and tried to express this, "votre fille vous resemble/la fille et pere avoir le meme visage". Clumsy, but effective I thought , but not fully understood so the daughter was asked to help translate. "They have the same face", I asserted. "Face?", replied the daughter, at which point the mother burst out laughing. It seems that the word,'face' in English, sounds to the French ear like 'fesses', which is buttocks or bum! So here was I boldly asserting that father & daughter had a derriere resemblance.</span></div>
<span style="font-family: Verdana;">Needless to say & thankfully, this linguistic faux pas was the beginning of a friendship and here we were again sharing good food & communication.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">After many stories, jokes and bilingual exchanges, over many courses and several changes of wine, it was decided that we should all play Scrabble. Two mixed nationality teams were set up & two scrabble sets appeared as if by magic. This was to be a bilingual game. Either language to be used, with the nationals of that language being the judge of the accuracy of the language & words in question.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">Not a great lover of games and particularly word games, my husband quickly realised that he had no option, but to participate, if international relations were to remain intact. Everyone busied around, moving chairs, mixing nationalities and charging glasses until the scene was set. At this point the marie declared 'political immunity', stating that it was a politically strategic game and hence in order to be neutral he h</span><span style="font-family: Verdana;">ad to opt out. Strange as he was the only political person in the room and even stranger when he then proceeded to move between the two games; advising, studying, tutting and nodding in equal measures.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">It was a great night; I learnt a lot of new words (not all repeatable) and developed new thinking skills. But above all I learnt the power of 'entente cordiale' and diplomacy. Our walking lexicon of a village marie, with his political manoeuvrings between the two teams, stole the day...he was the star.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">Oh and how did my long complaining, 'I don't do games' husband fair?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;">Well he won hands down in both languages!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">" C'est incroyable!"...</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13901062480695944906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-289093990843437791.post-27514231990576750372015-06-13T19:10:00.004+01:002015-09-18T15:45:53.811+01:00 French pragmatism...oh la la<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Well I've sampled the very adequate French health care system yet again. Reluctant though I was to step into the medical quagmire I had to do so as the pain in my side did not go.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">As always the differences in the two systems (UK & France) intrigue & amuse and added to my continuing medical saga. First was the fact that you must always acknowledge social niceties even when in pain or fear, so you must greet appropriately, give due time for deliberation(at least twice the time you'd expect for a doctor to take in the UK) and show no response & certainly no humour in the face of the gravity of the procedure. Secondly you must always be aware of the French preoccupation with fine food and all things relating to the eating etiquette & process. Its not simply, 'don't eat from midnight before the scan', its suggestions for light 'dinner' and a repeated emphasis to take ' a little bread, a little cheese~ a petit morsel in the car in order to sustain yourself between the clinic & home.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Then the clinic itself, the exterior resembled a small house with tubs of bright flowers situated on what appears to be a suburban road; bungalows & houses, people trimming hedges & walking dogs. Inside a state of the art medical facility run with military precision and polite efficiency. But then there's the pretty seating areas with tasteful art work & fake greenery and all the patients have to greet each other 'Bonjour Monsieur/ Dame',cant let the social niceties slip.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So I finally get to the ultra scanning & x ray part, the working area of the clinic and everything is done very precisely, though all a little surprisingly. Now usually in such circumstances the NHS provide a back fastening unflattering coverall robe & cover most of the not needed parts like legs or upper torso with sheets or blankets. So I was curious to see what the French would do; fashionable over garments,'haute couture'? No, simply strip off ! I asked for clarification, in case my language skills had let me down but no, take off all your clothes & lie on the bench, the doctor will arrive soon.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I've always criticised the prudishness of the English system which insists on covering every possible unnecessary inch. Even at the point of imminently giving birth, having rushed into the cottage hospital, I was asked in the UK to "neatly fold my clothes & put my legs into the green cotton covers", the phrase 'bugger off' was shortly overtaken by the later stages of labour contractions. But in France, here I was no robe, nor sheet to hide my modesty, feeling somewhat vulnerable awaiting the doctor.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And when he arrived, looking like a lab technician, white coat, high buttoned and jeans, I was questioned about my medical history for some five or more minutes, all the time stark naked lain on this bench, bizarre! Then came the internal examination, now to not go into too much detail in England the apparatus is covered in what resembles a plastic bag, not so in France; obvious really a 'French Letter' and a choice of colours! pragmatism</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="clear: right; color: black; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;">So what has this to do with a small French school? Well everything, because this necessity for social politeness </span>& courtesy, but also the down to earth pragmatism is key
to how the system works. The children are expected to always be polite &
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> Children play peacefully, not hampered with fears of the outside world. True we need to raise children in a safe environment & teach them to be aware of danger, but we don't need to stifle their existence in that world & make it a fearful place. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So every Monday morning I rattle open the rusty bolt, cross the rough pot holed yard and open the classroom door. I enter their world as a trusted adult and bring to it, I hope, a little of the world of language and the magic of learning.</span><br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13901062480695944906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-289093990843437791.post-31937844904733546402015-05-06T19:37:00.000+01:002015-05-06T19:46:30.174+01:00Nuances and nods<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Language is a complex combination of written, read, heard & spoken structures. To be fluent you need to, 'be able to express one]</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">yourself easily and articulately', ' to speak or write language easily & accurately'; but the key is in the word 'fluent' itself; from the Latin 'fluere', fluency should be flowing & smooth.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Getting that flow, is bigger than the nuances of the individual components of a language, greater than just the structure, the spelling, grammar or pronunciation. Its primarily about its communication and for that you need empathy.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">You can know all the words, have a grasp of the grammar and understand the written & read text, but without empathy for that language & its culture, your communication will not ' flow'.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">One of the best examples of this is in the use of body language which communicates the meaning, not just directly, but also indicates you have a knowledge beyond the actual words.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> Travelling in India some years ago the men in the group became fascinated with the head actions of Indian males towards them. In the male world misinterpreting body language is potentially a dangerous activity and, if not read correctly, can end up in a fight. Described as drawing a figure of eight whilst your head is suspended from a fixed point, each guy in the group was intent to master this, so as to fit the cultural norm & stay safe. Turns out it is done increasingly when the person is anxious or nervous, but a lack of this action shows a lack of understanding on the part of the listener.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">So it was a few years ago in rural France when there was a minor dispute about who was entitled to put animals on our land. Based on confusion between the local farmer and a French horse breeder, both of whom believed they could put their respective animals on our land, my husband Ron set about resolving this potential dispute. It was not an insolvable problem, but in dialect French and French body language, not easy. </span><br />
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<li><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Farmer & Horseman stand facing each other, closer than English norm.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Ron stands equally close feeling uncomfortable.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Two Frenchman put their hands on their hips & continue talking.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Ron copies the action looking confused.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Frenchmen's voices get louder & arms are crossed.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Ron slowly, uncertainly crosses his arms.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Silence!</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Ron attempts to intercede.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Silence!</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">More loud French upward turned palms & classic shrug.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Ron stands still, unsure.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Frenchmen shake hands vigorously clap each othe on the back & laugh.deal done!</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Ron laughs nervously, deal done, not sure what!</span></li>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> It turns out that they simply agreed to share the land & put both cows & horse on the land. It wasn't a problem, but it wasn't just the words that communicated the interaction it was the actions and it only flowed in French.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I found this out recently, because I am very good at mimicking facial & body actions, I don't think about it I just find myself doing them & have become quite proficient in female French body language. Problem is my actual spoken language does not always match my non verbal communication, so fellow conversationalists will often assume I know much more than I do & talk even faster, assuming complete comprehension. Suddenly the conversation came to a question, there was a silence, all eyes turned to me! I shrugged as best I could and uttered the cover all local phrase, 'bah non', it seemed to work, but I was left only half sure what I'd disagreed with.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">You need all the aspects of communication to be fluent. Unfortunately in my case recently I was more, 'going with the flow' than 'flowing'.Still, as the advert advises, 'Every little helps' and I do love France!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">My latest lesson teachingEnglish and I am left pondering how to encourage more speaking, how I can get the French children to venture into the vital world of verbal communication,</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">There's something about the formality & grammatical correctness of teaching in France which means the children are fine with the written or read word / with the convergent and single answer response, but struggle with choice or possible different answers. They are used to everything being marked, its right or wrong; no maybe, no nearly and certainly no points for initiative or effort.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">So today I began to wonder if their system & way of working was making me adapt my teaching; was I asking for one word answers, expecting single correct answers? I was trying to get them to remember and talk about the days of the week and latterly the concept of 'next' as in the next day or the person next to you, but because they didn't want to make a mistake verbally they were hesitant. They knew the names & order of the days, they knew the concept of 'next / prochaine ', but choosing to take a chance and answer, no thank you. Better if they could take turns or be chosen to speak.And then there were the multiple choice questions, now they're a nightmare!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Our previous 'Let's Speak' language students (French wishing to improve their spoken English) had told us that every error was marked even if the sentence worked, if it was not formally the 'one correct' answer, then it was wrong. Hence for them, written grammar or read prose with closed (single answer) questions were easy to score highly, but they felt inadequate orally because they misused a word, shortened a phrase or mispronounced a.... But language is about communication, getting the message across and 'guessing', 'having a go', trying to put words together, even reading inflection & body language are all vital facets to fluency.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Strange then that in the teaching of a language in France more emphasis seems to be put on correctness and less on actually getting the meaning across.After all we don't normally assess oral / aural communication by how correctly its written or spelt. That would be like measuring land in fathoms or the sea in acres. So most French people pass through the education system with a good grounding of grammatical English but no confidence to speak it, afraid that if its not perfect it will be wrong & ridiculed.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">This concept of failure is,it seems, deeply woven into the education system. Children pass through the primary school system ('marernalle' & 'primaire') in descending numerical order, unlike their UK counterparts who ascend in order. However if they do not make their grades for that year, they fail the year and have to repeat that year. This is not an uncommon event and is accepted by students who then must repeat the year with children younger than them. Akin to the Victorian 'Standards', whereby you only passed through the standards if you achieved the grade and passed the tests, this is a system which, from the very start acknowledges failure and advances success. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">So when it comes to getting the children to take a risk, have a go the failure is not just a fear of, but a probable reality. So I wonder what those children & their families would make of a letter recently sent by a Welsh school to all their pupils about to take Standard Attainment Tests. All credit to the school in question, this is a brilliant piece of positivity and I thoroughly approve.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Its been 18 months since I last taught there; a year of cancer diagnosis,operations & treatments. So I am on the eve of writing a piece which actually applies to both the blogs I maintain; www.frenchchalk.blogspot.fr and www.diagnosisjournal.blogspot.com ; a strange feeling, my two worlds colliding.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">So what am I going to teach, well what else but family. "Je m'appelle Md. Machin, et vous?" I start again, mostly new / different children and I needs must return to basics; names, introductions and family.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Very apt, in that, in France and particularly rural France, ' mon famille' is all important. Indeed it was my family that was so important in my journey to recovery. More than a ' basic social unit related to one another', my family close & family of friends near & far have given me the encouragement to keep going.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">So when I talk with the children and when we share our languages & experiences, it will mean so much more now.</span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I will be communicating between my two worlds, merging my France in France & my life with and of cancer.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">So, Monday, in that small classroom will indeed be a joy; the joy of teaching, sharing, laughing, encouraging; in short the joy of living and that is difficult to write a lesson plan for. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">So here's my draft: </span><u style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> Lesson Plan for Life</u><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><u>OBJECTIVE:</u> To share the joy of family close & far and understand how special they are</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><u>SYLLABUS / SCHEME/ PLAN:</u> Learning intentions & Prior Learning</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">To communicate the emotion, recognise the limits and learn & apply prior life skills.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><u>OUTCOMES:</u></span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Key vocabulary & resources needed</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Hope, positivity, resourcefulness and love</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><u>LEARNING ACTIVITIES:</u> Warm up, differentiation and measurable goals.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">So many years, so many faces and so much of the path trod. Yet still a lot to learn...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Living & loving....</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Now that's what OFSTED would call, ' Outstanding'</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13901062480695944906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-289093990843437791.post-5454931210992849742015-02-28T17:15:00.000+00:002015-02-28T17:15:34.737+00:00The 80 / 20 Rule<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">It never ceases to amaze me that the fundamentals of teaching apply across the board; all ages, subjects & abilities, teaching is an art with scientific principles.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">My husband has started some volunteer tutoring with a local amateur art group and loving it. So each Wednesday evening he is considering & preparing for Thursdays adventure at the adult learning chalk face. He is meticulous in his preparation, clear in his intentions and, despite all those years in university teaching, still has some pre performance nerves. Our roles have currently changed, no longer me worrying about the village school on a Sunday afternoon, well at least not until after Easter, but my other half in the same shoes; bigger shoes and different language to overcome.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">He is a firm believer in good preparation, but allowance of flexibility; something left open, to chance. Might be a question, a technique, learner curiosity or just the interest of the day, but there has to be some development element Fortunately we learnt our craft when creativity & flexibility were seen as equal bedfellows with planning & assessment, we are not bound, by curriculum, standards or thought processes to one single line of teaching. We can maintain the momentum, achieve the goals, fulfil the targets and be creative, it what gives teachers</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">The same applied when we came to plan our short presentation for the planning group of the local town Art Festival. There was so much we could say, quote & explain, but we keep it simple & allowed for listener participation. The result a clean and attractive one sheet overview of our small French Art Holiday Business Abientot Art (see our Facebook Page: Art Holidays Abientot) </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">But just in case any of you are under the allusion that we teach in a, 'flying by the seat of your pants', Hippy Dippy, 60's manner, here's the theory to back the words.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Its called 'The Pareto Principle' or 'Law of the vital few' and is based on the work of economist Vilfredo Pareto. It </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">states that, for many events, roughly 80% of the effects comes from 20% of the causes and is used as a b</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">usiness rule of thumb in looking at outcomes v workload. For example, its reckoned that 80% of any business comes from 20% of the clients, so its better to put the effort into that 20%. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Certainly you can work to increase the 80% result, but returns are relatively low simply adds to the workload stress, without increasing the outcome. Now stress is a much maligned word. We need a certain amount of stress to function. Its the tension that we call excitement , a rush, adrenaline or endomorphin surge or arousal and we even seek it out in our work, hobbies, holidays. Its what makes a problem become a challenge, a danger into a dare and a difficulty into a competition. We need that edge, that adaptability & creativity it also makes the best teachers. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">So remember the next time someone challenges your approach or infers a lack of planning, its the Pareto Principle. </span></span><span style="font-family: Verdana;">The 'Law of the Vital Few'.</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13901062480695944906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-289093990843437791.post-43869705540983567412015-01-20T11:53:00.003+00:002015-01-20T11:53:48.440+00:00Divergency...its all in a brush stroke<br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">A guest to our art holiday retreat, which we run from the farm in the Pays de la Loire, was fascinated by her own left / right dominance. Having always assumed she was right side dominant, she had found some preferences for her left hand and so was experimenting with both writing & drawing with her left hand.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">My previous studies and work experience as an Advisory Teacher for Literacy & SEN (psychology & dyslexia) meant I had dealt a great deal with learning stlyes, teaching methods and the physical & psychological links of development.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">Many a great thinker, Einstein & Leonardo to name but two, has been whole brain functioning / multi dominance. Indeed I believe we all have degrees of cross over in the usage of those two precious hemispheres that constitute the 'wet computer', of our brain. We have developed from seeing only natures curves & light to perceiving man made angularity and artificial light.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">Our ancestors, not so many generations back, would have used whatever cognitive or dexterity skills genetics and / or the environment had given them. it is only more recently, in the history of mans evolution, when we measure things largely convergently and, when everyday survival needs are resolved, can we afford the luxury of considering our own functioning.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">We are hard wired to seek solutions, but when & how we analyse is dictated by a large number of variables. Some spend lifetimes in academic or analytical pursuit, others look for application and process. Whatever way we cannot avoid our 'fault finding' internal chart, its our way of synthesising the world around us.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">Recently I relearnt, via a language French guest, Aristotle's philosophical statement to prove our individual existence...'Je pense, donc je suis'. So in answer to our budding left handed artist.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">'If you think you are left side dominant, therefore you probably are'. Well that's what I feel, I think!</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13901062480695944906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-289093990843437791.post-72543462641545222152014-11-24T20:43:00.001+00:002014-11-24T20:43:58.493+00:00Learning is hard in any language....<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">This year I have been unable to continue my teaching commitments both in France & the UK due to illness; indeed we have had to spend most of the year in the UK. Hence my Anglo/ Franco blog has suffered as I have not been at the chalk face. However I have been observing and considering the two linguistic systems & my fascination between these two great nations & their languages, continues.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">It seems that when it comes to Modern Foreign Languages, its not so much about which is the hardest to learn, more about the perception of the learner in how hard that process is. We all like to think our language is the hardest to learn, and by hardest I mean complex and of course best. Thereby lies a measure of elitism as our 'mother tongue' has our highest ranking and must therefore have the most importance.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">I have tried to joke with the French children about their many language homophones ai, aie, aient, aies, ait, (OK they say grammar), aout (August),hou (boo),houe (hoe),houx (holly),ou(or) & ou (where)...they still don't see the problem even when you joke about not having holly in August. And when I had the audacity to jest about having, 'two hands tomorrow'...."deux mains / demain",</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> the children just saw that as plain silly</span>.<br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Likewise we English like to extol the complexity & difficulty of our language and a fine example of this was recently sent to me... <span style="color: #0066cc;"><a href="http://www.tickld.com/funny/t/824613">http://www.tickld.com/funny/t/824613</a><u>. </u></span><span style="color: black;">This author of this poem proclaims that:</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><em>"If you can pronounce correctly every word in this poem, you will be speaking English better than 90% of the native English speakers in the world."</em><br />And after trying the verses, it is claimed that a Frenchman said he’d prefer six months of hard labour to reading six lines aloud.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">"Mais oui monsieur"....." We may"....</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">With full credit to the Anglofranco newspaper 'Connections', September 2014, for finding & reporting this gem. Quite believable in a country so involved in to its rural roots. You only have to drive along any rural major N road to see large scale poster/billboards advertising some agricultural product and many use the cow as its main focus.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">Can't quite imagine what the equivalent in the UK might be, probably a speed camera or car park lottery. However the idea of numbers of people paying & watching such a programme is difficult to imagine, but then we do have Big Brother and Gogglebox.</span><br />
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<img align="right" alt="" class="pics-rt" src="http://www.connexionfrance.com/newadmin/news_article_images/6219-1412068174_.jpg" height="149" id="Image" name="Image" width="200" /> A HISTORIC first “cowpat lottery” was held in the Charente at the weekend. <br />
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While popular in the east of France, the <em>Loto Bouse</em> held in Roumazières on Saturday was the first for the department and was a fundraiser for a local football club, En avant Charente-Est. <br />
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The game involves marking out a field with a numbered grid and then letting cows loose in it. The box in which the first cow leaves a pat is the winning one. <br />
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At Roumazières the playing space was 50m by 50m, divided into 2,444 boxes. <br />
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Some 300 people watched the game. One spectator, from Nice, told <em>Charente Libre</em>: “You don’t often see so many people all staring at cows’ backsides.” <br />
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Another said: “It’s good to innovate and be audacious, good for the club and for the town.” <br />
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Four prizes were up for grabs, including a holiday and a TV. The club sold more than 900 tickets at €5 each. <br />
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A sworn legal officer was on hand to rule on which square contained the most pat in case of doubt. <br />
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<em>Loto Bouse</em> started in the Jura and has also taken off in Brittany. </div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13901062480695944906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-289093990843437791.post-42698588031090522202014-09-29T16:56:00.001+01:002014-09-29T16:57:11.444+01:00Diwrnod da o wyliau mawr...Bonjour et bon vacances<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Strange how when you start to crack the code for another language, your brain begins to search for patterns in other language forms.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Now I know that linguists/ multi language speakers are hard wired to pick up on languages; decode & search for links, but I didn't realise that even at a minimal level this is true. All those French classes, searching conversations and passing chats in French would add up to my brain trying to use this knowledge in a unique way. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So it was in our latest & brief visit to the Welsh coast I found myself searching for links, wondering about patterns & considering word order and all this without a single spoken word of that lyrical language. My mind was alive with questions scanning for letter patterns or potential meaning all reinforced by the dual signage...quite fascinating!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I had a conversation with a highly competent ex French teacher, who having given me an impromptu monologue on a point of French grammar, explained that she had expected to become fluent in Welsh within 6 months. She hadn't, despite lessons and why, because she asserted, "they just don't speak it to me'. But that just left me wondering, as I was hearing it spoken all around me in shops & on the street, if the key to language skills is more about people than any amount of grammar and linguistics.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Simultaneously we struggled with an assortment of our own native language accents, from Birmingham to Essex, uncertain what was said or even meant and finally concluded you have to get the gist of it, the general feel of content and watch that body language. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Well that's Frelsh sorted?</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13901062480695944906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-289093990843437791.post-80789512167316889802014-09-29T16:54:00.000+01:002014-09-29T16:57:11.447+01:00French Time Travel<div id="yui_3_7_2_1_1409772849219_3460" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 8pt;">
<span id="yui_3_7_2_1_1409772849219_3459" style="font-family: Calibri Regular;">My duel existence in France and the UK is currently full of amazing coincidences. It seems as though my two worlds are getting muddled; the spheres of time are overlapping. </span></div>
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<span id="yui_3_7_2_1_1409772849219_3454" style="font-family: Calibri Regular;">It started on my first return to the UK. I had met Ashley Hutchings (80s folk fame) in Carelles ,whilst he was tutoring on a music course Sept 2012.Then, by pure chance again in my one & only visit to a pub folk group in Cheddleton June 2012.”What are you doing here?” was his response, “well I live here “.Bizarre!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri Regular;">The next week I took a call from some Hawaiian friends, who we met via an art forum on line and who own a holiday home south of us in the Pay de la Loire. We have met several times but now they were in England and proposing a visit. Three days & delightful guests, but it felt surreal, as if I’d muddled the images in a dream.</span></div>
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<span id="yui_3_7_2_1_1409772849219_3480" style="font-family: Calibri Regular;">Days later, out house hunting, I meet people actually looking to do the reverse of what we are planning. We are downsizing in the UK with an emphasis on France. They were similarly downsizing, but considering a move to France. Later that day I viewed a property with our daughter Jane, which, it turns out by chance is owned by, a ‘not so popular’ and distant relative, who I’ve not seen for many years. Jane was brilliant, kept her cool and we left in the knowledge of no sell and having taken the ‘moral high ground’, result, but bizarre. Space continuum is having trouble with my timeline!</span></div>
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<span id="yui_3_7_2_1_1409772849219_3496" style="font-family: Calibri Regular;">Then Thursday, responding via Facebook to my old mate Rene (not seen since about 1980& living in New Zealand), she mentions an acquaintance in NZ who came from Longton & was a biker. Several messages later, turns out this guy is the same age and fellow motor head as Ron (ever patient husband) also said husband that knew him in the 1960s. So it comes as no surprise that he is visiting France this year. Invitation to Carelles sent…other worlds colliding!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri Regular;">And only Friday, waiting for a friend at the hospital in Stoke & sitting with a random group of women, I find another bizarre coincidence. One lady knew the village of Carelles, inhabitants 300, and in particular one person, me! It turns out that she is one the village council of the Moorlands school that I have built a link with & the children in both countries re writing to each other. Seems this lady heard the presentation given by David the Head teacher about the school twinning work. Amazing, what are the odds?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri Regular;">Not sure about fate, or whether my stars are in some strange cosmic alignment, but I keep getting this image of ‘the gods’ looking over a pool which is my life & laughing at the ripples they make that muddle my duel existence. Perhaps it’s simply a small world and eventually you will meet those people and places that stand on the edge of your existence. The lesson to learn is that everything is linked, we are all counter balances to each other.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri Regular;">However I have a further theory, it’s called Ryanair…</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri Regular;">Now for those of you who have not booked on line through this budget and reputable firm, here’s the low down. Throughout the booking process they bombard you with adverts & services, car hire, suitcases, extra insurance, seat preference hotels and even lottery tickets, all designed to make you spend more money with them. You must complete the obstacle course by checking & declining every step of the way. Now here’s the theory…I reckon at some point in my recent frequent travels I failed to click ‘no thank you’ on one of those sections.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri Regular;">Note to self: Next Ryanair booking check no to…’Time Travel’ option…it’s all getting too bizarre!</span></div>
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<span id="yui_3_7_2_1_1409772849219_3487" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">My duel existence last year, in France and the UK, was full of amazing coincidences. It seems as though my two worlds were getting muddled; the spheres of time are overlapping. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It started on my first return to the UK. I had met Ashley Hutchings (80s'Steeleye Span' folk fame) in Carelles ,whilst he was tutoring on a music course.Then, by pure chance again in my one & only visit to a pub folk group in Staffordshire.”What are you doing here?” was his response, “well I live here “.. " What both, that's bizarre" was his response!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Later I took a call from some Hawaiian friends, who we met via an art forum on line and who own a holiday home south of us in the Pay de la Loire. We have met several times but now they were in England and proposing a visit. Three days & delightful guests, but it felt surreal, as if I’d muddled the images in a dream.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Days later, out house hunting, I meet people actually looking to do the reverse of what we are planning. We are downsizing in the UK with an emphasis on France. They were similarly downsizing, but considering a move to France. Later that day I viewed a property with our daughter Jane, which, it turns out by chance is owned by, a ‘not so popular’ and distant relative, who I’ve not seen for many years. Jane was brilliant, kept her cool and we left in the knowledge of no sell and having taken the ‘moral high ground’, result, but bizarre. Space continuum is having trouble with my timeline!</span></div>
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<span id="yui_3_7_2_1_1409772849219_3493" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Then Thursday, responding via Facebook to my old mate Rene (not seen since about 1980& living in New Zealand), she mentions an acquaintance in NZ who came from Longton & was a biker. Several messages later, turns out this guy is the same age and fellow motor head as Ron (ever patient husband) also said husband that knew him in the 1960s. So it comes as no surprise that he is visiting France this year. Invitation to Carelles sent…other worlds colliding!</span></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 8pt;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And only Friday, waiting for a friend at the hospital in Stoke & sitting with a random group of women, I find another bizarre coincidence. One lady knew the village of Carelles, inhabitants 300, and in particular one person, me! It turns out that she is one the village council of the Moorlands school that I have built a link with & the children in both countries re writing to each other. Seems this lady heard the presentation given by David the Head teacher about the school twinning work. Amazing, what are the odds?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Not sure about fate, or whether my stars are in some strange cosmic alignment, but I keep getting this image of ‘the gods’ looking over a pool which is my life & laughing at the ripples they make that muddle my duel existence. Perhaps it’s simply a small world and eventually you will meet those people and places that stand on the edge of your existence. The lesson to learn is that everything is linked, we are all counter balances to each other.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">However I have a further theory, it’s called Ryanair…</span></div>
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<span id="yui_3_7_2_1_1409772849219_3490" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Now for those of you who have not booked on line through this budget and reputable firm, here’s the low down. Throughout the booking process they bombard you with adverts & services, car hire, suitcases, extra insurance, seat preference hotels and even lottery tickets, all designed to make you spend more money with them. You must complete the obstacle course by checking & declining every step of the way. Now here’s the theory…I reckon at some point in my recent frequent travels I failed to click ‘no thank you’ on one of those sections.</span></div>
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<span id="yui_3_7_2_1_1409772849219_3485" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Note to self: Next Ryanair booking check no to…’Time Travel’ option…it’s all getting too bizarre!</span></div>
</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span><br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13901062480695944906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-289093990843437791.post-45151704606491481092014-07-30T14:45:00.001+01:002014-07-30T14:46:24.170+01:00Making your destiny<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Recent events and the need to remain in the UK have made me review people & things. Its strange how peoples reactions do not always match your prediction of their response or even the words they actually say. Even silence can be as highly effective tell and makes you wonder about that person.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> I my life sometimes destiny just blows you down, bowls you away, for good or bad and you are just left standing there in confused awe at the situation you find yourself in. My granny used to say that everything was sent for a purpose, but its sometimes hard to see that when you don't get the job, friends are left wanting, or you miss the good deal. But like wise when you get that peace of mind at promotion, that qualification, that property,its just as mind blowing.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">That's when destiny rolls right by & makes a path for you to follow; things you've worked to achieve over years just suddenly seem to come together. The outside world sees you as lucky, fortuitous, in the right place, its easy for you. They don't always see the time given, the sacrifice, the saving and denial hours of work the dedication of friendship, the depth of empathy, the subjugation of self and all the many attributes that you have put you where you are. 'Nought comes from nought' as the saying goes!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Heavy stuff, I know, but sometimes reassessment is the key to understanding and from now on I am not going to waste my time with those people, places and practicalities which judge me by their own shortcomings.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">You are so lucky means you have generally worked very hard to make it so, so here's my language definitions when people say things so glibly.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Happy marriage =love, dedication, honesty, joint work and openness. Emotional maturity & accepting the past</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Close family = selflessness and letting go. Ability to love without chains.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Serious health issues= resilience, determination, hard emotional decisions and openness.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Extended family= accepting the errors of the past & understanding/ weaknesses the failings of parents.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Property in France= courage, thrift, hard, physical graft & ongoing dedication to language & people</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">New UK property= years of not having the latest, hours of study & application, determination and effort to find the right property.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Great careers= years of study, delayed gratification, adstinence, pereverence, fortitude sometimes with little reward.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Good friends= giving time & effort to keep in touch, honesty and real empathy.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Stable pensions= the result of sixty plus years of hard work and sacrifice.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Financial security=thinking of the future, planning and saving. Sharing the financial burdon. Hard graft.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">" Success is built sequentially; you need to decide which task, when done will make other tasks easier, even unnecessary"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So that is why,despite feeling rough, post operative unpleasantness I went with my husband to visit our 'Art Vacances' clients who are due to stay with us in early June. We spent a wonderful hour sharing their artistic hopes and enjoying their creative home. It was delightful and now we can provide a customised product for their holiday, they can really get what they want from their stay with us.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">That hour was hard work, I felt ill and in a difficult place, but it was a lovely time. We were given the privilege of sharing people dreams and this task, well done, has given us,and in turn will give to them, a special experience.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Its not always easy, but I think destiny is, to a greater or lesser manner, made.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">You can be dealt many hands of cards, its not the lottery luck & turn of the next card, its about how you play those cards and how much work you are prepared to put in.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">Life is about living, so I say live it to the full...</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13901062480695944906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-289093990843437791.post-36494494665874893622014-05-07T20:12:00.000+01:002014-05-07T20:12:45.729+01:00Judging a book by its cover...Ode to Emily<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Sometimes it takes extraordinary events to crystallise the ordinary!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Finally back in France & on holiday with our 17 year old grand daughter, I learnt just how much the inquisitive mind of a young adult can inspire. She listened, she joined in, in fact she engaged with every event and all things French..it was delightful. We grappled with the nuances of pop culture films of super heroes and the over reaction to anything equine. But beyond the super confidence of youth and certainty of everyday life, we found a deeper young lady </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">She showed more maturity than some of the adults we encounter & greater empathy for situations than many another far more advanced in years. This was most pronounced in her response & understanding of some of my recent health issues. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">Hence the visit by an acquaintance who is fighting brain cancer for the second time and yet made time and considerable effort to come & see us and the visit from another acquaintance who came to announce she her village status; elicited some very different responses from the incisive young mind.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">Made me think of something I read on line recently:<br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;"><em>'The best thing about the worst times in your life is that you get to see the true colours of everyone'.</em></span><br />
<em></em> </span><span style="font-family: Verdana;">So in a small French village, at a small French farmhouse I learnt a small,but fundamental truth. Expect the unexpected! </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;">Keep stepping outside the box my young friend...</span><br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13901062480695944906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-289093990843437791.post-67055851939534844472014-02-03T12:06:00.002+00:002014-02-03T12:06:48.351+00:00Fluency versus Creativity...The French Conundrum<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Apologies to all those who have so kindly read and even commented on my scribbling, because I have not posted a blog since well before Christmas. Problem is returning to the UK, selling a house, buying a house, medical stuff, Christmas and now waiting for solicitors to do what they do, has kept me from the keyboard.</span><br />
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<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_PqpVyAgxP4/UuqaA7blBZI/AAAAAAAAAV8/pH63wV-0Ulw/s1600/Eiffel+Tower.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_PqpVyAgxP4/UuqaA7blBZI/AAAAAAAAAV8/pH63wV-0Ulw/s1600/Eiffel+Tower.jpg" height="320" width="213" /></span></a><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">But yesterday a chance conversation, whilst out walking with some English acquaintances (ex Anglo/Francophiles) made me consider again the French teaching system. Apparently the couple had reared their children mostly in France & so both children, now adults, were bilingual. Choosing to capitalise on their linguistic abilities they chose their current university studies accordingly . However one offspring, combining Business Studies with French, had failed his first year in French, mostly due to a lack of creativity. Grammatically & technically he was fluent, but in application in a creative process he was not.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">This so fits what I keep seeing in the teaching & learning within the French classroom, there has to be a correct & definitive answer, alternatives are not on the curriculum. What I experience is a lack of creative thought, either taught or displayed, seems to be a commonality, quite something when you consider France is the nation of artist & romantics, seeming free thinkers.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Not so perhaps: Picasso was Spanish; El Greco was Greek (if that's not too obvious);Van Gough, Dutch...seems you just have to have painted in Paris and become famous and hey presto you become an honorary Frenchman. And all that café culture and absinthe made for a great mix of ideas and the avant-garde philosophies were born.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">But where did the romantic bit come from? Well maybe it was the Bonaparte & Josephine myths; the shape of the champagne glasses and all that. Or maybe its what my granny might have said "its all that sex in the language", which was her naïve & unknowing way of explaiing the genders of French nouns. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">As far as she could see, "if they have all those 'le & la' and they do all that kissing when they meet, its going to cause problems". Now there is some free thinking...</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13901062480695944906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-289093990843437791.post-55633195418260618992013-11-15T14:27:00.002+00:002013-11-21T09:54:05.703+00:00I'm mindful of the fact...<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I have recently completed an NHS Chronic Pain Rehabilitation
course, based on ‘Mindfulness Theory’ Four weeks, eight days, of group
cognitive therapy to give us a greater understanding of long term pain and
strategies to deal with its effects on our lives. Chronic pain is long term
pain which in my case arose from a riding incident in 2005. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I had been a keen runner, a gym addict, a brown belt in
karate, a passionate windsurfer, an ardent long haul traveller, a keen horse,
motor and mountain bike rider and top of my professional tree. After the
accident I battled back to fitness several times, each time to relapse, with
hospital stays, lumber punctures, scans, facet joint injections, physiotherapy,
increasing infections and depression. Finally in 2010 I decided to take early
retirement from my senior advisory teacher post, managing a team of twenty on teachers
and assistants. It was no light decision, I had worked all my life to build my
education, skill and experience and was very proud of the Head Teachers role
and the positive influence I could have on children and young adults, but felt
I was no longer able to give of my best and I didn’t want to let people down.</span></div>
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">So the multidisciplinary rehabilitation course was my chance
to understand what had happened to me and learn strategies to relearn &
cope with my changed persona and the frustrations of daily life often with pain
or fear of pain. The Impact Team, from psychology, physiotherapy, nursing, neurology
and anaesthesiology, worked with us to help us understand our damaged central nervous system,
our autonomic responses, our physiological struggles, our values and goals. Through
discussion and Buddhist relaxation, to Mindfulness and Tai Chi we each came to
a different understanding of where we were and, more importantly, how we could
re-engage with ourselves and re-find our values. The concept of Mindfulness;
focussing on the present, living for the day and awareness of self was key to
our learning and our final task was to examine our values and set ourselves
paced goals to move on with.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">My values have always been rooted in ‘being the best I can be’, in
‘sharing and caring for others’ and in having pride in myself and use my academic
skills. Hence one of my first steps was to reengage with the gym and another to
keep up with my creative writing, so here’s the outcome of those first small
steps. Getting in touch with those values and I set out for the gym.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Now I was fully aware of the date (Nov 11<sup><span style="font-size: x-small;">th</span></sup>) and
did notice the time (10.55am) as I got to the building, but what happened next
blew me away. This was the moment I’d avoided for so long and I mustered all my
positivity to, ‘live for the moment’ as I opened the swing gym doors.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">It was silent, figures frozen, machines still, eyes lowered;
the only sound from a single bugle being played on the wide screen. I had
stepped out of my fearful universe into that two minutes silence in honour of
all those who gave their lives in two World Wars. Now you can’t get a better
example of ‘Mindfulness’ than that! Today I was taught by men, long dead, the
meaning of life.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">“Be kind to yourself”, those voices from the past asserted,
“stay in this present moment!”</span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">As an old Moorlands farmer said to one of my new
mindful friends “Eh lass, just be!”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">So there it is; in mind and in print...I count that a small
success!</span></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13901062480695944906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-289093990843437791.post-81033163061525812632013-11-12T17:53:00.000+00:002013-11-12T17:53:52.380+00:00Pumpkins past and Magical moments...<br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Halloween, has all but finished and, as the fireworks of
November 5<sup><span style="font-size: x-small;">th</span></sup> fade and the price of pumpkins drop, I’m left
speculating on this, one of our stranger festivals.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">As a child there was no ‘trick or treat’, no fancy costumes
or parties, because Halloween melted under the greater English celebration of
Bonfire Night. ’Remember, remember the 5<sup><span style="font-size: x-small;">th</span></sup> of November. Gunpowder,
treason and plot!’ and all the excitement of saving for fireworks &
gathering round the communal bonfire put the carved turnip head lanterns to
shame.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I was reminded of how bizarre the celebration of November
the 5th actually was, a few years ago, whilst attending a village bonfire in
the UK, with a young French friend. “Tell me again why you celebrate not
killing a king, by burning an image of someone who was only a puppet in a conspiracy?”
Put like that it sounds completely different, but I felt sure she too must have
similar strange celebrations. “Quite possibly”, she replied, “but we killed our
royalty and if we did have such a celebration it would be with fine food &
wine”. Made my plastic cup of indifferent cider and over cooked sausage seem
rather insipid...point taken!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">So it started me musing about the whole Halloween thing, why
it’s gotten so big and what now makes it a firm family favourite. I think it’s
something to do with dressing up, wearing masks and carving pumpkins that
appeals to our inner creative selves. When else would we encourage our children
to roam the streets (albeit with an adult) and knock on complete strangers
doors shouting ‘Trick or Treat’? Indeed a friend was taken with the concept of
Halloween she took her border collie with coat laden with treats round the neighbours’
houses to deliver the goodies, such a lovely idea and how delighted those
children must have been. Children like to be a bit frightened, look a bit scary
and maybe, as adults, we too like the excuse to join in. Maybe it’s this
ability to act out the powerful, scary or dark role that appeals; its escape
from the ordinary and we get to play out late!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Now teachers and, in particular primary teachers, know this
only too well and utilise any excuse to enliven children’s work with colour,
description or imagination. We can add up broomsticks, describe witches and print
with pumpkins, all in the name of education. And, if we are lucky we get to
join in and dress up, because any teacher worth their salt is in touch with
their childhood self.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">At a friend’s school recently, the children were involved in
the work of a local artist who had completed a mural entitled ‘The Magical Tree’.
Children & staff were asked to dress up as something magical to create a
colourful fantasy around Halloween. Two staff members, suitably attired were
hurrying to join the fun when they were caught, mid sentence discussing their
relative costumes;</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">“Well look at us”, one said “Never thought I’d see it, the
drag queen bunny and the pregnant fairy!”</span></div>
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(With thanks to Neil Pumpkins and Sandra's Schooldays)Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13901062480695944906noreply@blogger.com0