Yellow Wood

I placed this question on my IG and most of my friends slid it to the max - funerals are for the living. Few left it right in the middle, and one at the 65-70% mark - giving some flexibility though leaning towards the majority. I acknowledge everyone's response and POV, and taking some time to process my experience helped too. Visiting my grandmama (my father's mama) at her house, in the hospital, and at her funeral made me wonder about a lot of things. I wondered about my grandmama (as a mama, grandmama, and child of god), about seeing my father (as a son, father, friend of his friends, and husband), about my relationship with my grandmama (and my relatives and my immediate family), about my mother (and her with her family), about the fragility of life, about religions, about funerals, about my own and my fam's funeral and definitely more that I might have forgotten at this point.  Growing up, I didn't have a good impression of my relatives. In fact, the narrative that...

Wrote a Twin Cinema to document some musings

The practicum experience in my new centre once again renewed my perspective for the career. In Year 2, practicum took up two consecutive weeks every term. The bulk of my classes was packed within the first few weeks of the term (other than night classes) and assignment dedlines were set during practicum weeks. The amount of mental energy needed for me to function after prac made me extremely amazed by how part-time students could manage full-time work and night studies concurrently (i still do).  My responsibilities as a student teacher were to assist class teachers in managing the children, support routines, and also find opportunities to implement interactions/learning experiences for the children. (Same as Year 1, but greater expectations.) I was attached to the K1 class for sem 1 and the N2 class for sem 2. It was my first time officially interacting with these two age groups! Sem 1 was rather stressful and I struggled to adapt to the new centre and its expectations. It was als...