Old students

Our students go out into the big wild world and do amazing things, become amazing people and every now and then I come across them again. As I mentioned last week I've spent a few days at a university in a different part of the country. Today one of my fellow students posted this to say 'thank you and see you again in October' and to my suprise I find an old Hvilan student in the video and once again I'm proud to be able to show the world the musical talent of our students:

Student again

So, it's time to go back to school. This year I'm going to study at a teachers' academy again, this time one located +450 km from home.

And now, the night before my uncharmingly early morning train leaves I wonder if this was such a wise move?

*tilt*

The first two weeks of school. Dear darling students, do you feel any hint of the utter chaos going on behind the curtains?

This year is worse than ever for me, I've been working almost non stop for two weeks now, and there's one more to go before everybody's settled in. To a different part of the country I'll go during next week too, oh such a great idea! Silly university, couldn't you have waited one more week? I will need to sit there and look as if I'm not only awake, but am also paying attention. Idealy I would actuall be paying attention too, but I fear my mind will stay with my own students.

This week an extra Sunday would be so welcome!

Morning bus

Morning.

Heading for work.

Walking towards busstop. A middleaged woman in bright red pants is standing there. As I approach, so does the bus. Great!

No, not so great.

You see, the woman in the very red pants does not want to get on the same bus as I, and she's the kind of self centered person who can not imagine that someone else might wish to. So she waves to it to go by. And it does.

With a flick of her hand she cost me 20 minutes.

She said 'sorry'.

I turned my back on her.

Better than the alternative.

I hope she's not there tomorrow. And if she is, I hope she does not try to speak to me.

Missing

I have told you before about how great a teacher Robert Archambeau is, haven't I? He gives us a tiny sample of his enthusiasm and huge knowledge in his his blog post Intention & Accident, Authenticity & Artifice and I thank him for this boost of inspiration only a few days before the students arrive and return to Hvilan.

The Return of the Summer

Only a few days ago the August moon was at its fullest, it was white and bright and lit up the night. It sailed high in the sky, cold and distant. Not much like the huge, near, yellow August moon we picture in our minds when here in Sweden we are talking about the August moon (we actually do just that, with a romantic sigh to set the proper mood).

I wonder if perhaps we shall expect that face of the moon, the one who says goodbuy to Summer and greets Autumn welcome, in September from now on? Weather seems to indicate that, is hot and sunny and dry, just the kind of weather you wish for when it's time to harvest the hay.

Do we have longer summers than we used to have or is it just an old womans failing memory that gives me that idea?

Force of habit

I find myself trying to retweet articles in newspapers, doubleclicking on space to make a full stop and trying to link irl. I'm not sure if I'm getting my worlds mixed up, or if I'm integrating them.

Time will show, I suppose.

I hope.

What's behind the garage door?

I don't own a garage. I don't even own a car (Polar bears, environmental issues, you've heard it, it's for real and I can't bring myself to not do what I can to make the world a better place for my great grandchildren... not what I was going to talk about right now) but if I did own a garage, I would like it to be like this one:



I really like this idea!