EDUCATION and GOOD PARENTING
Yesterday one strong image came to me from the Pond and Yellow Duck ( see links) and I was thrown back into the education of Nobel prize winner Albert Camus. The Duck told how his duckling, after being away on holiday and away from her friends, ran off to the day care centre without even a hug or kiss for father duck. This was said with a clear love and affection. Oh how much that feeling of parents is a wonder of life, a joy. to see the young ones move on ahead without any need for formal politeness.
Albert Camus, on receiving news of his Nobel prize, thought straight back to one of his early school masters, Monsieur Germain, and he wrote a short letter to him. Camus wrote to Louis Germain that : " without you, without the affectionate hand you extended to the small poor child that I was, without your teaching, and your example, none of this would have happened ..."
Monsieur Germaine replied : " ... I do not know how to express the delight you gave me ... If it were possible I would give a great hug to the big boy you have become who for me will always be my little Camus."
Germaine continued : " Before closing I want to tell you how troubled I am, as a secular teacher, by the menacing plots aimed at our schools. I believe that throughout my career I have respected what is most sacred in a child : the right to seek out his own truth ... "
From a beautiful image at the pond through to Camus and his old teacher I was thrown again into contemporary education issues. Such is the beauty of blogs and folk I guess.
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For those interested for a reference the book "First Man" by Albert Camus tells this kind of story better than I.
Zola, I had two teachers like M. Germaine. One was my history and English teacher at school in Yorkshire. She made the past come to life, and a walk with her around York - her native city - was a memorable treat. The other was one of my history supervisors at Cambridge, who taught me how to think for myself and not just to parrot what I read in books. I used to look forward eagerly to my weekly one-to-one sessions with him.
People like that are true educationists. How many of them are there nowadays, I wonder?
I'd like to think I was one of them, anticant, while I was teaching. I was forever trying to get students to think for themselves rather than just repeat what the books said.
The vast majority were, I'm sad to report, perfectly happy being Polly, and strenuously resisted any attempt to make them think.
Yes Anticant : my question is also how many such people do "we" allow to teach.
I am so thankful of those like Raymond Williams. Culture then became alive and well.
But I am bised. I have a secret love for Wales and folk.
BTW : "One to one sessions" ?? !!
When was the last time such a thing happened I ask.
A ratio of 1-10 0r 12 would be ok for American style learning but in fact all that we talk now is bullshit.
This is why I plead for alternatives.
Rage rage against the burning of the lights?
Szwagiman : From the heart. Do not give up because I suspect your students remember you.
They all do it it so many different ways but they DO IT.
Wish the pay was better though!!!!!
I just asked my son for a loan and he gave it knowing that me missus would have given me hell.
That is education I guess.
One-to-one sessions? I've taught many as a language teacher. Some of the most reqrding for me, as I could tailor each course precisely to what the learner wanted. No cruddy curricula or tawdry textbooks dictated from on high.
I have given up, though. Not good for me elf.
Know what you mean I do.
But the "street" is the "curricula" is it not ?
Poor ole Paulo moved to Harvard?
Move the educators to the university and all is well.
No harm done there !!!
Once when I was down and out a good guy sent me a letter. It said many things but a quote was given too.
William Blake was the original. It was on my birthday for 50 years but I still remember it well. Do not let that (non-killing) sword slip though your hand ; until we have built ....
That good guy is dead now but I have still a book to write "with him". The book is late but that is because the spirit is so strong.
Kick yer arse I will me old.
Camus, in seeking out and writing to his schoolmaster, was taking one surefire path to genuine happiness. Whether he knew it or not:
http://www.nytimes.com/2007/01/07/magazine/07happiness.t.html?ei=5087%0A&em=&en=cb8e2e72da22c9f4&ex=1168491600&pagewanted=print
Link: Ooops.
http://tinyurl.com/sd5br
I think it was also thankfulness through time.
Remember the school master did not write to camus so much and camus did not write to his school master.
It was all "obvious" and "clear".
One day i MUST try to say thanks to all those wonderful people that helped.
I have not yet done this job of work.
Yet don't consider it work, Zola. That's the point:
"Gratitude visits — looking up someone who has taught or mentored you and thanking him or her — are important in positive psychology, too; this last intervention, studies show, gives the biggest increase in happiness of all."
I can see how this could well beat chocolate. But sex and drugs? Hmmm...
Point taken.
Now it becomes a duty?
or may I negate the negation?
Bring it all on : sex, drugs and the Navy lark?
Why was the best education for democracy only available for the rich kids I ask.
You can't resist slippage of one sort or another [if you get my meaning] can you, Zola?
My parents weren't rich, BTW, and my Father, bless his memory, paid for every penny of my education out of his own pocket. It wasn't easy for him.
All my seminal mentors are dead now, alas. But I think they knew how I felt about them. One of the pleasures of furbishing the burrow is that I am continually casting back down Memory Lane to the people and books who have really mattered to me. I still have most of the books, but all those people are departed.
As for the "e-ducare" aspect of teaching, I have attempted it but with little success in most cases. You can lead horses to the water, but they don't want to drink. I had to give up contributing to some industry staff management training courses because the participants complained that instead of telling them what to think, I was actually asking them to tell me what they thought. It was, apparently, a quite unacceptable piece of impudence on my part!
sori adicant : I was talking about an education with and for democracy not some management training camp.
But I do move towards your more personal points.
Why was my question, in your opinion, so way away from the thread?
"Slippage?
Hardly me old.
Quite in order !!! In REAL CONTEXT.
Chocolate? sex n'drugs? rock and roll? Navy lark? No slippage?? The Old Adam out in force, I would say!
And kindly don't be rude about my efforts with trainee managers. I do my best to teach democracy in any context I operate in. That's what pained them.
I once ran a workshop for rehab hostel wardens. One became very angry and nearly walked out when he found that he was expected to explore his personal issues, and not just talk about "those unfortunate people" in his care. Rather like our old sparring partner Who Shall Henceforth Be Nameless.
I was wondering about whether to go off-topic, but as everyone else already has...
I don't think the street is the curriculum for EFL teachers. Nor should it be. Their learners are not, on the whole, going to be mixing it with chavs, or even chatting politely in middle-class tearooms. They are, for the most part, going to be involved in (yawn) work-related conversations with customers, partners, and competitors. British, or American, or Australian, or... street-language is of no use to them at all. Sadly.
I say that from the point of view of a realist. As someone who thinks quite a lot of the English language when (ab)used properly, I would wish it otherwise.
An example: today somebody used the phrase "an inordinate amount of X" while chatting to me. And I thought, what a lovely phrase, and not uncommon, and yet will you find it in an English-language textbook for foreign learners? Will you billyo. And why? Because it's "not useful". Balls! Obviously it's useful or the person wouldn't have used it... (end rant).
What is "an inordinate amount"? What's wrong with "excessive"? Sounds to me like a mirror-image of the Victorian maidservant's baby.
Nothing wrong with "an excessive amount" either, except that you'll never find a foreign learner of English using it unless they've spent a great deal of time in an English-speaking country. We're training these people to sound like robots.
Was the maidservant's baby good in parts, or am I thinking of something else?
Being of a pedantic persuasion, I couldn't help but notice Anticant talking about people "wasting an inordinate amount of (...) time" on his own site yesterday...
What was that about Victorian babies again?
It was the curate's egg that was "good in parts", as he assured the bishop's wife. The maidservant's baby was "only a very little one, Mum."
Szwagi and Anticant and all : I should have been more clear concerning my rage against management training sprak.
I think that this MT stuff has hijacked both poetic social rationalities and to some extent the very categories of thought itself.
In some past papers i have written this in more detail but that did me few favours. Also this blog is NOT an academia thing thank god but I should have been clearer yesterday.
"Good in parts" - yes - like most things. "only a very little one" - it's amazing what you forget after 12 years abroad...
Indeed szwagi : yet at the same time it is amazing how little things spark off memories that were only hidden for awhile until bang along comes deep sensual memory.
Maybe Milan Kundera and his themes of both light and heavy Being ring true especially when linked to that foxy idea of an "eternal return".
But now I go and spoil things again.
Zola, the training courses I was involved with were way back in the 1950s and /60s, long before all this consultancy MT garbage had been invented. I worked for a major industry which in those days did some very good stuff in broadening the minds of its middle managers and giving them wider off-site experience. Unfortunately, not all that many of them wanted their minds broadening....
Kundera is most emphatically NOT my cup of tea. 'Unbearable' being the most apposite word in any of his titles...
Zola, your taproot of "deep sensual memory" chimes in with this fascinating book I'm now reading - "Philosophy in the Flesh", by Lakoff and Johnson. They maintain - I think correctly - that all consciousness, memory, and personality are rooted in physicial sensual awareness, and that there are no bodiless minds. [So much for He Whose Name Shall Not Henceforth be Mentioned!]
anticant - how lovely that you're reading Lakoff and Johnson, and how irksome for the Disembodied Mind. Have you read any of Antonio Damassio's work. Another nail in that particular coffin...
Szwagi : You are a bit of a lefty methinks.
Some years ago I was in Prague and was taken to a jazz club. I was given a seat so i sat down. Then i was asked to see which seat this was. It was with a nameplate CLINTON. My host was sitting in the seat named after a velvet president. I never understood why I was sat upon a Clinton seat but there again i never understood Cz.
The moral? I just got very pissed and everyone seemed to be happy.
Anticant : I appreciate your response to that degrading management training bit. I should have made it clear that I was talking about the hijacking that came after the 1973 oil crisis.
Kill your speed and aim at targets?
Zola: Practically everything worthwhile and commonsensical was hijacked after the 1970s - especially after Thatcher's arrival. Those right-wing moaning minnies who say everything started to go wrong in the 1960s couldn't be more mistaken, This country started going down the tubes from about the mid-70s, and the slide has never stopped.
Szwagier: "Metaphors We Live By" is one of my 'reserve shelf' books. Damassio I haven't heard of till now.
I had cause to revisit a bit of Kundera this week, after hearing Craig Raines on Radio 4 defending TS Eliot, the alleged anti-semite. Raines cites Kundera's idea of modern 'criminography.'
Here, apparently, we mere mortals, full of resentment when faced with literary greatness, go straight for the moral jugular, impugning artists for their moral views; since we simply cannot compete with them in the category that really matters - artistic merit.
I'm still divided. (And seeing as there was a bit of celebrity-academic namedropping going on elsewhere...) I recall arguing with Clare Fox, of the Insititute of Ideas - by the sounds of things it's A Very Important Place - about whether someone with the views of Kipling should ever be made Poet Laureate of multiculti Britain in the year 2000. For her, I represented political correctness gone mad. Maybe she had a point. Nevertheless, I can never really listen to Wagner without thinking of the 'man in full'. It colours the experience, no matter how hard I try.
May it be me old Butwhatif that morality is always that which is felt through a kind of jugular?
Methinks that morality is just that way.
Nice stuff matey.
ouch !
Ezra Pound?
"And Ezra Pound and TS Eliot
Fighting in the Captain’s tower
While calypso singers laugh at them ..."
... or take moral pots shots at them instead.
Hemingway?
Morality is that which makes us feel good after the act?
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