Recently I was in a precarious position, or should I say, state, at school where I had to leave my class in the able hands of a dear colleague to answer one of four major calls all humans receive. Continue reading
Him: “So I was speaking with your boss today and [your boss] was singing your praises.”
Him: “Yes. And I vehemently agreed. You need to hear things like this as it’s not always said.”
Her: “Thank you so much. That means a lot to me.” Continue reading
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
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
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
Some of you reading this may have had a song come to mind when you read the title of this post – Blessed assurance, Jesus is mine; Oh! what a foretaste of glory divine,…. That’s a great hymn and reminds me of the overarching foundation and life to all I do is being a part with Jesus. It not only points to future glory but tells me of present victories when HE is with me and I’m with HIM.
Image credit: Deviant Art
In the past few months, I’ve been dealing with rather nasty anxieties and panic attacks I never thought I had prior to this season and still can’t pinpoint what exactly caused it but I had panic attacks about even the minutest of things. And honestly, it has exhausted me. I’m getting better but wholly depending on Jesus for strength for each day and every situation I face.
In light of these mind troubles, when these attacks happen, sometimes Continue reading