Category: Musings

On the importance of context

My wife is a remedial teacher at a primary school situated in a coloured township.  (See bottom of post for a short explanation of the terms ‘coloured’ and ‘township’ as they are used in South Africa.)  Her school has a large proportion of children experiencing barriers to learning (the new, politically correct term for ‘learning disability’), and her job is to help them catch up in those areas of the work (generally Math and language skills) where they are struggling.  Some days she comes home dejected, convinced that she’s not making any progress, the next she’s so excited about a kid that had a breakthrough she can’t stop chattering about it.

Yesterday, though, she regaled me with a story of something that happened in her colleague’s second-grade class that made me think about the role that contextual analysis play in tasks such as teaching.  Her colleague was trying to teach the children about subtracting.  She used the terms ‘take away’ and ‘make less’ to explain the concept, but to no avail.  The children simply could not get it. Continue reading “On the importance of context”

A New Chapter

Yesterday I joined the ranks of the voluntarily unemployed.  Who’s that, I hear you ask.  Those are the people who have quit their jobs for the sake of chasing their dreams.  They are the people who grew tired of slaving away every day for a pay cheque, slowly losing touch with themselves and everything they love along the way.  They are people who want to try something new, who want to feel alive again, who want to make a contribution, who want to bring change.  I am now one of them. Continue reading “A New Chapter”

On Giving Up

We buried my neighbour today.  On Sunday morning he hanged himself in the stairwell of our apartment building.  He had a wife, children, grandchildren, many friends and was loved, respected and admired by his colleagues.  Recently he became depressed, but refused to get help.  He was always friendly when I saw him.  We chatted just two days before he killed himself. Continue reading “On Giving Up”

On Taking the Plunge

The thing is, I have reached a point where I don’t really care whether I sink or not.  I’m at a place where even drowning seems better that staying in the boat.  I’ve been sitting in the boat for so long, doing the right thing, being careful and responsible, rocking it now and again, but backing off the moment someone starts complaining or it seems like we’re about to capsize.  Maybe it’s time to just get out.  If I sink, then I sink.  If I don’t, well, the possibilities are endless, aren’t they?

Don’t you just sometimes feel like risking it all on an off chance?  I think the reason why there are so few truly great people out there is because so few people are willing to risk it on an idea, on a dream. Continue reading “On Taking the Plunge”