Happy Eggster

What a great Easter Weekend it was!!  I have to admit, I have always been somewhat of an Eggnut, but with my devote following of three (kids) I have turned into a true Eggmaniac!!

Stubborn Love

Another enchanted walk.  I love this country for its stubborn love of the countryside.  Despite soaring house prices and the resulting pressure to build more, the Brits remain firm.  This, after all is for everyone.  It's not one man's little paradise.  It's bigger than that and it's just minutes outside of London...

Unforgotten

There the fine line descends 

Through broken promises

Old but not forgotten

Under sorrows heavy charge

Eyes now dry

Of rivers long since passed

From battles not forgotten

A furtive glean no more

A heart now silenced

In wistful sullenness

Weak but not forgotten

Gone with Spring for now

Diverge !

I went to see Divergent (based on Veronica Roth’s novels) last weekend.  Expecting little more than a polished version of “The Hunger Games” (sex and crime do sell!), I was in for a treat.  

Although sharing some of the dystopian premises of the latter, Divergent keeps its level of suspense above the grinding toll of social injustice by gently grazing the lofty heights of introspection.  The building blocks of society, humanity’s eternal longing for peace and the part each plays in it are themes that are woven through the dramatization of this tale of valour.  

The admittedly yet surprising blonde (Shailene  Woodley) at its centre ends up being an added bonus.  

Not OK

Sometime in the seventies, most Western school system moved away from the idea that children’s heads simply had to be filled with information to produce a desirable outcome.   

My generation grew up relatively free of pressure and expectations. We did what we were asked and often more.  We played instruments, joined orchestras, theatre groups and sport clubs in our free time.  

On warm summer days we would all meet at the pool or go for bike rides.  We listened to music, hung out together and engaged in heated discussions about nuclear power and the the cold war.  During our holidays we plowed through mountains of books, wrote songs and travelled on InterRail from Athens to Amsterdam.  

Despite all the tough talk of cold war politics and all the acid rain in the world, life was good.  We were okay.  

Why can our children not grow up with that same certainty?  Why is the generation, that enjoyed all the freedoms and opportunities one could wish for, so adamant about testing children, measuring their achievement and suggesting that it is all not good enough and that they are not enough?  

Education is on the agenda in many countries in the EU - but mostly for the wrong reasons.  Everywhere policymakers are bemoaning low standards of education.  South Korea and China now are being hailed as the great paragons of educational achievement, while the considerable wealth of worthwhile educational philosophy and experience that has been generated in Western societies since the Enlightenment is blatantly being tossed over board. 

Be curious! Be industrious! Be independent! Be interested! Be self-motivated! Is what we are telling our children, thereby hoisting our own existential angst on their narrow shoulders.  

However, isn’t the most important role of an educator to create a safe space for exploration, questions and ideas?  

Shouldn’t we demand an education system that respects individual creative forces instead of expecting normed results?

What are we so afraid of?