Djembe

Let let the drums
Let let the drums
Let let the drums
Take flight…lifting higher higher

Feel feel the beat
Feel feel the beat
Feel feel the beat
Pulse on…getting faster faster

Lift cares away
Lift cares away
Lift cares away
Just watch…drifting further further…

Encouraging

A little mop-top boy and an enthusiastic smile accompanied by more words than have been uttered in a year. As though a lightbulb has been switched on, Daniel is animated and suddenly like a pint-size factfile.

It’s the little things that can make your day!

Signed, sealed, delivered…

Today we looked at artefacts from the Roman era (actually most of them were replicas). I was in charge of the writing table. There was recipe for making ink…I had to improvise a bit.
First we needed 5 teaspoons of soot. I ask you! Most of the children don’t have a chimney in their house let alone soot up it. Although, I can think of a few who would benefit from being sent up a chimney or two!
Someone suggested an alternative of crushing up charcoal. Have you ever tried to crush a stick of charcoal using the stick end of a paintbrush? Let me save you the trouble. It doesn’t work. Soon, a few broken up pieces of the messy stuff lay in the bottom of a yoghurt pot.
Next we needed to add some Gum Arabic (they kindly provided some crystalline version and suggested that it would need to be ground with a pestle and mortar). You’ve guessed it, the paintbrush was the nearest we got to that as well.
Gave up on that bit but luckily found some vinegar for the next stage from the staffroom cupboard – left over from Marion’s chip butty the year before last.
Poured a bit in and swilled it around, didn’t resemble ink as much as a dirty puddle with an aroma of the chip shop. The children turned up their noses but still felt impelled to try and use it with the pens provided. We talked about how they would send secret messages sealed with lumps of molten wax and stamped with a seal – They seemed rather fascinated at the idea. I suspect that next Valentine’s there may be a few rather vinegary missives doing the rounds with lumps of old birthday candle decorating the edges!

Breathing problems

Tonight we practise our howling wolf (no moon in sight) and crow like a cockerel (the dawn is some way off) then, most rebellious of all, we practise our circular breathing by shooting our mouthfuls of water into the air in the grounds of a spiritual place. Meanwhile, the sirens keep wailing as cars exit from the police station next door. I was quite surprised that we didn’t get an ASBO or two!

ASBO = anti-social behaviour order

Tabula Rasa?

It is our job
to inspire and encourage –
nurturing any little seeds
of understanding and enthusiasm
and to respect
that it is the differences
in abilities and perspectives
that make the world a richer place.
Their future lies in these hands
which have the power to shape,
cherish and value
an individual
and questing
mind.

Swotting the flies

She seems happy, was able to write lots in her exams today. Didn’t have time for a conclusion but oh well… I tell her that she should wear her glasses next time so that she can see the clock!

I share a little secret with her  (shhhhh  just between the two of us) – when I feel that I have prepared well for an exam, I actually quite enjoy them.

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