My Pond of Knowledge

A portfolio of classroom learning, both students' and my own personal.

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All we are saying….. Is give peace a chance.

War! What is it good for?
Absolutely Nothing!

That’s what the song tells us, and in real life it is also true.

I feel like I am waging war on every flank. I walk from my car, along the path and I feel like I am going in to battle. Against my ideals, my plans, some of my students with their interesting behavior and needs, against the help from Admin, against Departmental expectations, against the constraints of my classroom – it feels like Kellie vs The World.

And on Friday I could not come up with a game plan other than this:


Yes, just before lunch I started to dismantle my lovely table groups. Now, I didn’t rush to this point – I asked colleagues for their opinion. And in a scary turn of events they were unable to come up with an argument against the move.
‘We’ have trouble interacting appropriately with each other, and try as I might, I am not able to provide the opportunities or guidance for this to improve.
I’m not sure if it is a generational change (please, please, I hope not) or a product of circumstances- a Kindy with super large numbers in sessions, a room with no direct access to outside (and yes, I have asked to have a door put into the wall- but seems that the land we look out onto is owned by the Council and not by the Department), a class with a large number of parents who work and travel away a lot and for quite long times (and we’re kidding ourselves if we think this doesn’t affect the 5 year olds, or the 35 year olds who remain at home as the single parent).

I walked out on Friday in disgust. It was a knee-jerk reaction, but I felt I had to gain some “control” since I often feel that “our room” is rolling away from me, what I want to do and where I want it to be. I can see so many cherubs who need “help”, who need me to sit and listen to them… and the rolling room doesn’t allow this.

So, last night I took another look at my programme. I have rejigged my Literacy Groups – making them a whole lot smaller.
Today I went in and realigned the tables. They are still not back in groups 😦 but they look a little bit friendlier (thanks Karen for the suggestion- and all the other support).
I started Organising the cupboards- since I have a few who just grab any thing at any time, and empty containers and repack without sorting. I also turned these cupboards around- not something that I usually do, but I can either say it 1000 times and become frustrated or be in control of when equipment is touched and used.

I’m not saying it is ideal. I’m not saying that I am happy, but I am in need of a game plan so that we can all work together and start traveling on the same path.


I asked another colleague if experiences like this are like childbirth- that we simply forget about the pain and suffering once it has passed. I’m hoping so.


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So, what’s been taking all this time?

Yes, I am aware that this poor blog site has been incredibly neglected…. It has almost been a whole term, Term 1. And there’s the answer.

Term 1 is that crazy, busy term. In every classroom, not just in my small cabbage patch-(yes, a whole room of very green cherubs).

And why?

Because it is the term for building relationships. From the simple… knowing their favourite colour to offer it to them before they ask, chatting to the younger brother or sister who comes into the room in the morning, checking out those wobbly teeth (and predicting how many days it will be before it comes out)

Establishing trust with a new group of parents. For they entrust their precious people into our room.

I spend most of Term 1 showing MY three jobs:

Yes, I need to tell the cherubs that these are my jobs, but I hope to SHOW them that these are my jobs through my words and actions.

Here are my “jobs”

1. My first job is to keep ‘you’ safe,

2. My secondj’job is to LOVE ‘you’,

3. My third ‘job’ is to help ‘you’ learn.

And that is it!

It’s simple really.

But it is more than words….. and that takes TIME.

So, that is where I have been.

What about you?

Is Term 1 emotionally draining for you too? (please say yes, please say yes).


What is my sentence?

I love it when days after a Professional Development session I find that I am still mulling thoughts and ideas around in my head. It may be part of an elaborate procrastination to slow me down from writing “the cherubs'” reports, but I prefer to look at it through rosier glasses.

So what have I been pondering here in The Pond?

“What is my sentence?”

It’s a big thing. Like a tweet in length but as crucial to your existence as what is written on your tombstone.

I haven’t quite got it to a single sentence, but I feel like I am well on my way…..

What do you think?

What is your sentence?