draMATHic One

Another glimpse into the inner workings of my brain.

Teacher: Today, we’re going to learn about formulas relating to circles. Anyone have an example of circles?
*Silence follows . . .

Annabelle: Sir, I have a good example of a circle.
Mr T: Thanks Anna. Please share.
Anna: Pies!
Class erupts in laughter, with snide comments on how Annabelle only thinks about what’s in her belly, with a few kids rubbing their bellies in mockery.

Mr T: Everyone be quiet! You all had a chance to contribute but either didn’t want to or maybe even couldn’t come up with any examples!

*Turning to face Anna,
Mr T: Thank you for your example, Anna. Now, has anyone heard about any formulas for circles?
Alex the clueless: Yes sir! Pies are squared.

*Class again erupts in mockery. Alex turns away red-faced, shy and embarrassed.
Benny the bully speaks up: Pies aren’t squared, you idiot! Let me show you what I had for dinner last night.

*Proceeds to get his phone out, scrolls through pictures and finally shows the class starting with Alex, his round pie.
Mr T: Thanks Benny. But do not call people names. You owe Alex an apology.
Benny mutters: Sorry Alex.
Alex: It’s okay. It’s just something I heard from Steven, my brother in year 11 as he was revising for his maths mock exams at home yesterday evening.
Mr T, sounding excited: Alex, I think you might be on to something interesting here!
Mr T produces a large picture of a pie and sticks it on the board.
Mr T: we can calculate how much area this circle occu-pies using the formula: pie r squared.

*Writes it down on the board – Area = πr²*

Mr T: See…it sounds like ‘pies are squared‘ so that’s something you can use to remember the formula for the area of a circle.
Thank you Alex.

Alex, now smiling and with his head up, boldly replies: You’re welcome sir!

P.S.: Apologies for the extra-long hiatus. Hopefully back with more consistency!


Have the Half Time

We interrupt the SS series to bring you some thoughts for the holidays, especially if we’re wearing similar shoes!

A friend of mine did some mathematical stats on the number of hours teachers work compared to ‘normal’ workers like you non-teachers. You can read it here (if the link does not work for you, holla and I’ll copy and paste it at the bottom of this post). The summary of the post is that teachers generally have an equivalent of 2 weeks of holidays per year, so be nice to your teacher friends, eh!!

So I had my first half term break for this academic year some weeks back and I was determined not to let the break break away from me nor allow myself coast through it but be productive – feed my mind, body, soul and spirit. This mindset kept me in action mode and I maintained, give or take half an hour, my sleep routine. I was exhausted by the week leading to the break, getting out of the bed needed a good portion of self-talk! But get out I did! Continue reading


Pre-P.S.: listening to Synesthesia (by Bethel Music) while reading this, helps.

And there is this lady where I work. She cleans. Last year she cleaned on the first floor. This year she was moved up to clean on the second floor. I work on the second floor. She cleans morning and evening. I see her everyday, almost. She has a great smile. Always asks how I am doing. And it feels genuine – the smile stays on. She gave me a contact for taming my ‘fro. As she wields the mop stick and handles the cleaning cloth, the smile stays. Sometimes I hear her sing. Just writing this is making me emotional. I want to hug her. I want to paint a lovely picture of her. Why? Continue reading

Been One Year

This week makes it one year since I upped and moved out from Loughborough to Manchester. (I briefly wrote about it here.) And I’ve been thinking about how much has changed in me and around me since I made the move. What’s new? What’s the same? Who’s new? Who’s the same? Many things have happened in this one year unlike no other year – good and what I’ll, in my limited understanding, call not-so-good.

For this week I thought to write about some of the ways I’ve changed, what I’ve learnt and I’m still learning in this new environment, the encounters and people I’ve met. Continue reading

The Re-Visit

Part of my training year as a teacher was to spend a week in a primary school learning all I can about how kids are taught in Key Stages 1 and 2 (equivalent to Primary School 1-6 in Nigeria) to help me teach them better when they move on to Key Stages 3 – 5 a.k.a secondary school. As I was (or am?) still settling in Manchester when the time came around for me to spend that week in a primary school, my professional mentor in school was kind enough to ask me if I wanted to spend it in Loughborough as that was where I knew people and could reconnect with friends there. I immediately jumped at the opportunity and said ‘Yes’. I had the job of then emailing quite a few primary schools and after a few emails and some ‘Nos’, I got a ‘Yes’. (If you’ve not read my blog post on not being afraid of No’s, you can do so here.) Continue reading