a mixed bag for Mis'a Sal'whay
So it seems like im going round the world collecting variant pronounciations of my name in a variety of education settings. Ill explain...
On my return from Atlanta i had my feedback meeting with Pardes. The report from my mentor in Atlanta had been mixed and what the guy pardes flew over specially saw was really bad, as i mentioned in my last entry. Pardes were worried, and based on what their pardes person had seen of my teaching in Atlanta understandably so. My mentor had suggested that she thought i'd have good skills for elementary/primary school.
With this in mind, and knowing that i had already plans to return to london for Pesach I arranged a brief few days of work-experience at Clore Tikva in Essex in the week before Pesach.
Going into it i was more than a liitle nervous. If things went badly this could have disastorious implications on the possibility of me completing the educators programme. In addition, i had never taught such young kids before (they were age 9) thought it wouldnt suit me and was concerned about how on earth i would get mental stimulation and satisfaction from such 'immature' children.
Oh how wonderful it is sometimes to be proven wrong.
The mentor teacher i had at Clore was superb, and it beiing late in the year had here class running like clockwork. Which made it really easy for me to walk into.
The 29 children of kiteh livneh took to me quickly and vice-versa. Its such a shame that young kids lack strong male rolemodels in the early school years. You could tell that both the boys and girls benefited from having a man around to look upto. And of course this is the other thing with such young children- they love you and yet to be tainted by cynicism. It was a real pleasure to teach them even though it was only a four day visit. They even videoed one of my lessons, so this time i had proof that the teaching went pretty well to take back with me to pardes. This time i would return with my even newer title ringing in my ears 'Mis'a Sal'whay (try it with a thick essex (East of London) accent - stronger than cockney, i.e dick van dyke in Mary Poppins doesnt help) and you'll see how it sounds).
Astoundingly, for kids at a Jewish day school - even though clore tikva is a plauralist school- there were about 6-7 children in my class who were not going to a Seder at Pesach. THAT BLEW ME AWAY. I mean growing up, sure only a few people i knew kept some level of kashrut and certainly nobody kept shabbat - i mean, PLEASE!- but everybody had a Seder, i didnt know a single person that didnt. Was my Jewish upbringing so bizarre?
On my return from Atlanta i had my feedback meeting with Pardes. The report from my mentor in Atlanta had been mixed and what the guy pardes flew over specially saw was really bad, as i mentioned in my last entry. Pardes were worried, and based on what their pardes person had seen of my teaching in Atlanta understandably so. My mentor had suggested that she thought i'd have good skills for elementary/primary school.
With this in mind, and knowing that i had already plans to return to london for Pesach I arranged a brief few days of work-experience at Clore Tikva in Essex in the week before Pesach.
Going into it i was more than a liitle nervous. If things went badly this could have disastorious implications on the possibility of me completing the educators programme. In addition, i had never taught such young kids before (they were age 9) thought it wouldnt suit me and was concerned about how on earth i would get mental stimulation and satisfaction from such 'immature' children.
Oh how wonderful it is sometimes to be proven wrong.
The mentor teacher i had at Clore was superb, and it beiing late in the year had here class running like clockwork. Which made it really easy for me to walk into.
The 29 children of kiteh livneh took to me quickly and vice-versa. Its such a shame that young kids lack strong male rolemodels in the early school years. You could tell that both the boys and girls benefited from having a man around to look upto. And of course this is the other thing with such young children- they love you and yet to be tainted by cynicism. It was a real pleasure to teach them even though it was only a four day visit. They even videoed one of my lessons, so this time i had proof that the teaching went pretty well to take back with me to pardes. This time i would return with my even newer title ringing in my ears 'Mis'a Sal'whay (try it with a thick essex (East of London) accent - stronger than cockney, i.e dick van dyke in Mary Poppins doesnt help) and you'll see how it sounds).
Astoundingly, for kids at a Jewish day school - even though clore tikva is a plauralist school- there were about 6-7 children in my class who were not going to a Seder at Pesach. THAT BLEW ME AWAY. I mean growing up, sure only a few people i knew kept some level of kashrut and certainly nobody kept shabbat - i mean, PLEASE!- but everybody had a Seder, i didnt know a single person that didnt. Was my Jewish upbringing so bizarre?
posted by Ben at 10:28 pm
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omg soloway, you as a male role model?! Anyway, I'm adding you to the ever-increasing list of blogs I procrastinate with, you can add mine back again, and don't forget to visit my real site!
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