Lesson with Mr C–On Australia Day, couldn’t get more Australian than a lesson on teaching in the bush. While Mr T, in the 1950’s, taught the Arunda students in a classroom, Mrs T learned by School of the Air, and in the 1970’s Mr C taught the Arunda children plein air…
The girls sheered away from him.
‘Oh, keep away from the plague,’ one said loud enough for him to hear.
‘Ugh, he smells like cow dung.’
‘No one would want to marry him.’
‘All he attracts is bugs and flies.’
And the three girls giggled.
They struck on Thursday afternoon. This was after the Year 9 English class had lulled me into a sense of security, which was false. Students do that, I learnt.Read more "Permit…or not to Permit"
‘Is this—school?’ I almost choked on the word, “school”.
‘Yes. One of them.’
‘You’ll make some friends who’ll be there for you when you go to high school,’ they said.
Good intentions; a sound plan for transition…
Their plans just didn’t work out as they intended.
NOW YOU KNOW…
Year Ten at high school, and you could say I went to school each day with a big virtual sign on my back that read, “Kick Me”.
Sowing and Reaping. She perched on the kerb waiting. The minutes stretched, ticking into what seemed to her, an eternity. Cars whizzed past. With each car that emerged around the corner, the hope—her mum’s car. That battered blue FJ Holden, had suffered many knocks in its fifteen years of life. Like me, same age […]Read more "THE SILENT SUFFERER"