Mrs. Davis’ students were very special. They were told they were special on a daily basis. Their parents told them. The other teachers told them (as they should). Television presenters reminded them of just how special they were. The adverts in between the television programs they endlessly watched reminded them every 15 minutes of just how special they were and how they could use that individuality and ipseity to gain…
A haze of steam shimmered and shone as it climbed it way from the morning grass toward the warmth of the sun. It was an excellent way for children to clean their feet; cooling their soles as the as they walked on what felt like the softest and greenest of porcupines. Spring was dawning after the longest of winters. Long, dark horizons leered day and night over the landscape…
today in music we were given the assignment to draw the form of a classical piece, first we listened and drew whatever came to mind and after that we had to listen to it again but this time try to draw a form for the music that we listened to. many different drawings came out of the project and we were really positive going into this assignment and it was…
I have lost myself. There is too much I want to do and not enough time to do it in. I have taken on too many projects, which calls on me to prepare new layers to them every day. Every moment I am stimulated in a new way and my head is spinning with ideas. The collegues are so inspiring to follow and the aspect of coorporation is the best…
The Repeater and the Black Bird (both teachers) conducted a day-long session at The Brewery. In the courtyard we set up cooking plates and brewed a portion of beer (named Mead by us). Beforehand, we asked the School Nurse (the Medicin Woman) to conduct an initiation ritual to open our minds and hearts for the process of brewing and teaching. Our focus was on the knowledge and poetry which can be…
