After two years at the exclusive private school where I met the impressive woman who hugged me for having disability blindness we sold our small house in the suburbs that would now be worth at least a million just for the land alone. And we set of for Spain. We didn't actually spend much time … Continue reading The Production Line
I mentioned in the second part of the Introduction that I was thrown in the deep end and I survived by being bigger and tougher than the boys in my class. That is not how it happened all the time. I was very lucky and I survived my first two years without any major mishaps. … Continue reading New teachers
Interjection from Latin inter 'among' or 'between' and ject from Latin 'to throw'. Different from project to throw forward or inject to throw into or eject to throw out. From time to time I will throw something into the book that is not part of my journey, but rather something about teaching that needs expressing. In … Continue reading Interjection #1
I am getting things organised. Not as I would ultimately like, but as good as I can with my limited understanding. At the top, in Red are three headings. Home The Book Index of Links. If you want to read from start to the last post then click on 'The Book". I would like … Continue reading More tweaking
So there you have it. My journey to the classroom began with a stream of accidents, none of which I regret. I spent two years at the school in the bayside suburb, I became good friends with a fellow I had known only incidentally when I was younger and his death by suicide scratched a … Continue reading Back to the beginning
After a while 'up the bush' I got a little tired of the manager who was seriously stupid and came back to Melbourne. I suppose it is valid if I mention that there was a girl I had got to know while I was working in the city and driving back to Melbourne from Deniliquin … Continue reading A photographic look at life
A different kind of lesson After my departure from the civilised world of Lawyers and legal secretaries with their bouncy swirly skirts and their stiletto shoes that click clacked through your soul as they walked down the corridor, I went to a place called Wakool which is just North of the Murray River and a … Continue reading A different kind of lesson
As I said earlier I dreamt of becoming a great advocate. But I began taking extracts of titles of land. Of course all that is now done on-line but back then the Titles Office clerk was an integral part of the conveyancing department of any solicitor's practice. The two girls, Jenny Tingate and Meg MacDonald … Continue reading Major regrets.
Chapter One The first Accident. I think I'd better go back a bit to when I was in year ten. The family was involved in a car accident. A man in the other car died, my mother was badly injured, and she lived with her injuries for the next forty two years of her life. … Continue reading I wanted to be famous.
1001 steps to becoming a good teacher. Introduction. continued While Ian and I were becoming more and more confused as to our next move a letter came from my father. As a result of a very serious shortage of secondary teachers in Victorian Government schools the Minister for Education came up with a brilliant idea. … Continue reading Introduction Continued.