|British Columbia mountains!|
Sunday, February 20, 2011
Friday, February 18, 2011
Over the thirty-one years I have been in education (now counselling), I have become extremely cautious about the workshops I choose to attend. While some have been fireworks......many, (sadly enough) have been duds! I snooped around, asked some questions and was satisfied that this training would be worth missing one day of school plus one professional development day.
PRESS THE 'BIG MISTAKE' BUTTON!!!!!!!!!! What was clearly advertised (by our union) as a Train the Trainer was not a train the trainer at all. Huge disappointment! I already had the update ready for my resume. Equally frustrating was the biased and somewhat tiresome, albeit sincere, preachy posturing of the presenter. While the intent was honourable and I am certain some groups this presenter works with benefit greatly from this training, there was little for me to take back and use at my school. What took up a whole day, could have been shared in at most two hours!
Sunday, February 13, 2011
Friday, February 11, 2011
February 11, 2011 and I am restless. I'm also at home sick. That gives me more time than usual to think, plan, dream, plot, scheme, and reorganize my life.
Fortunately unfortunately, I don't feel well enough to dust, vacuum and tidy up the clutter that has spread throughout our apartment.
|Driving through the mountains in February. GLOOMY!|
Monday, February 7, 2011
One of my greatest yearnings is to be listened to. Perhaps if I speak louder, slower, or use more words, people will listen. Is this a universal need? We often refer to this as 'being heard'. "I hear you", we say. The sister to being listened to: being understood. Do you understand me? Do you understand what I'm saying? Let me say it another way, do you understand now? Do you agree? Do you hear me? Do you care about me? Hmm, maybe the real question is do you care about me? Do you care about me enough to listen to my words?
|Mama, are you listening?|