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boundary setting 101

March 17, 2019

My prefects coaching each other on boundary setting today:
Miss Prefect No. 1: “I NEED my final free today, I’ve lost so many frees this week and I’ve got this meeting that will go on forever…!”
Sir Prefect: “Okay, what you need to is give an absolute time limit, and you can’t go beyond that.”
Miss Prefect No. 1: “How am I supposed to do that?! I need to be all supportive + welcoming, but actually, I’m DYING inside.”
Miss Prefect No. 2: “Okay, here’s what you need to do. You say you’ve got half an hour, that’s a fair amount of time for this, right? After that, you’ve got a music lesson. I know you don’t, but NOW you do. There, DEFINITE END POINT.”
Sir Prefect: “Walk out confident. Straight shoulders. Thank them for their time, firm handshake. Smile. Eyes up, look straight ahead. Be polite, but don’t linger.” (I did crack up at this point. 🤣)
What makes this all the more endearingly hilarious is that these prefects are some of the MOST generous, time-efficient, selfless, well-adjusted, and damn hard-working individuals I’ve ever met, let alone Year 12s.
Them navigating “Boundary Setting 101”, open-coaching style, just warmed my heart + made me feel like a proud Mama Kwokkie. They’re learning. 😁

a slow rise of courage

December 20, 2017

Fears will rise up, but they will fall away as well. I am standing straighter, stronger, and taller. And while things shake me – as they should if I am any ounce of a human being – I am less afraid of being shaken. Not because I am cast iron or Teflon-coated, no. I have a very great desire NEVER to be either of those and in fact, I think I am softer and more supple than ever before, with a heart that rises up so easily with joy, emotion, and gratitude. I just know that I will make it through all that which shakes and unsettles me, because I can cry and seek help, I can listen and reflect, I can lean into the discomfort, I can examine and pull back, I can hug and laugh, and I can practise courage of the highest sort.

I have all the tools I need to walk through whatever adversity is presented, knowing full well that I do not have to solve anything straight away, but that I have the capacity to solve it. And if I don’t? All I need to do is reach out and ask for help. Oh, the delicious joy of reaching out in humanness and brave need. Because I am all human, feeling and thinking, doing and being.

Why should I be in fear, when I need to walk through adversity and struggle anyway? Look struggle face on. What do you see? Pain, problem-solving, and strength unmeasured and untapped.

Walk into all of this with strong backbone, but open heart.

Stay open, stay open, stay in the heart, stay open. Even if it is by millimetres, stay open.

Don’t numb the journey if you can take one more step.

The most amazing learning happens when you sit side by side with the impossible, and ask it questions. Quietly, audaciously, whatever your take on adversity and problem-solving entail.

And I always am moved with sheer wonder at how my heart finds its equilibrium.

And that, actually, I need to step up and challenge the challenge right back. 

celebration of an unexpected kindred spirit

December 15, 2017

I’m overwhelmed today, so unexpectedly.

Overwhelmed by the love + support around me, which I say thank you for, over and over. It affects me deeply, lifts me up, and means so much. It gives me the courage to be all that I can be, without apology or sacrifice.

Today, and everything about it, reminded me in full force that words count, actions matter, character is seen, and love is unmistakable. That you can NEVER UNDERESTIMATE what you might be contributing to the world, andhow everything that you are changes and affects the people around you, always more than you realise.

We celebrated the beautiful Ruth Howley today; her work and extraordinary contribution to Pulteney, her generosity of spirit, her compassion towards others, and her diligence in leadership + teaching.

I’ve known her for less than 2 years. This was a friendship + working partnership that totally caught me by surprise by how dear it is to me, and how greatly I value it. You’re not supposed to find a kindred spirit in under 2 years, but sometimes, if you’re incredibly lucky, you just do.

So thank you for being my compass.

Some people walk into the room, and without a word, the room changes momentum, and life, joy, and connection are possible. That’s Ruth.

And that’s what I hope to be.

loneliness of leadership

November 26, 2017

How does she hold it all on her delicate shoulders?

She mustn’t receive a lot of unfettered, unattached, no-strings kindness at all. She must spend her time wondering why she’s received certain comments, attentions, emails, presents, and it must corrode her soul, no matter how much integrity she holds her heart to. The challenge must be intense, and heart-breaking.

I wonder how she stays connected and open. I wonder how she walks into each day, knowing the battles she must face, but living for the minute, the moment, and the hour, still being present, even though it costs her so much some days?

It must cut so deeply, all those careless words swirling around her, like shards of glass and just as ragged and dangerous to her spirit. And she walks through this shit-storm with grace.

I do not always agree with her. But fear must cut a path that dictates some of her most challenging decisions. Imagine having to work from a place of compassion, surrounded by fear? I couldn’t do it. It would break me. How does she stay whole?

She is a mother. To see that beautiful picture of her at the formal with her son, both arms around him with an open smile, was poignant. How does he walk through each day? How he must be challenged too, with the responsibilities he faces, despite being told to just be normal. There will be fears, compassion, anger, resentments, and maturity above his years from holding this role with his Mum. And she is just a Mum. Yet she cannot be “just a Mum”, with the bad days, and the bad hair, and needing too much coffee. She has to be superhuman. All the time.

She is just a Mum, wife, daughter, woman, sister, friend, who happens to be in an excruciating and gruelling job, which does not offer much forgiveness.

I wonder where she goes when she has a bad day, who she checks in with? I wonder if she socialises with anyone at work? How hard it must be to want to connect, and yet, you are an island. Everyone else is allowed that one human ounce of integrity and humanity, and she is not. How must it feel when the people around you are angry and resentful when she is sick or away, or distant or preoccupied, rather than forgiving and compassionate. What made her so different that we lock her away in an ivory tower? I am grateful that when I am sick, I am allowed to be human. She is only human, please let her be.

She must tell her story over and over, she has to make clear her intent every day with courage because people don’t believe her immediately. How much that must cost. She cannot rely on previous work; the time is always changing around her. How do you even begin to navigate this?

That smile is all the more heartbreaking, because she has to guard herself all the time.

I wish her joy and connection, and a pathway to her heart.

I remind myself that I need to walk that path regularly for myself. I am so grateful that I know my heart.

the wisdom of pooh + piglet

October 7, 2017

#truth

I like this. It’s very much in my thinking right now, as I have the time and space to consider deeply what I do in the classroom, and what I do for myself as a teacher.

Also applies to great leaders; ‘The things that great leaders, in any capacity, know about their “people”.’

The ONLY point that I don’t agree with is the very first one; I think great teachers DO have great lessons. They usually work hard to plan them that way, have thought about all the variables in the classroom, including the well-being of their students, and can drop the plan and be flexible at a moment’s notice. I “get” the point being made, but I wholeheartedly believe that great teachers cannot HELP but create great lessons…lessons that are excellent in content + organisation as well. 

Things That Principals Know About Great Teachers

July 7, 2017

there is only love

July 2, 2017

I have been watching outstanding educators and choral directors from all over Australia this week, inspiring hundreds of young people to a level of musical and personal excellence that has made my heart burst. These young people come from such different backgrounds, unified through a shared passion for singing. These young people have produced affecting, heartfelt, magnificent, perfectly detailed, truly outstanding performances. They have stepped on stage with a sense of self-worth, and a message to share. They have stood their sacred ground and affected time and space around them and in doing so, affected us, the listeners, in ways magical and unexpected. It’s been a weekend of defining, over and over, what it’s like to be human and joyfully alive!

And I have come to realise, unequivocally, all over again, that LOVE is what produces this excellence.

And ONLY love.

That this most positive source of momentum and motivation of young minds MUST come from a place of love, and that ONLY love can distill such pure passion and this particular brand excellence. A healthy striving. A healthy excellence.

This LOVE is disciplined and hard-arse. It can be quietly contained, and brief, depending on the mentor.

But it is NEVER, EVER derogatory, rude, or disrespectful.

Every chorister, whatever their unique set of strengths and weaknesses, personal or musical, is DEEPLY SEEN, HEARD, and VALUED, that their potential is maximised through persistent and tenacious growth, from a secure and safe foundation. THIS NEVER WAVERS OR CHANGES.

This LOVE can be playful, with the unique spark and joy between choristers, and their director. These playful moments are built through experience, a shared story, and TRUST. Only time and a sense of humour can produce this delightful connection.

This LOVE can be boring and monotonous. Choristers will not find each other eternally interesting, and the choral directors certainly won’t! But this love is founded through tolerance and care, and a quiet patience that walks, one step at a time, through the development and growing process. There are no cheap thrills, and a total guarantee for monotonous and very ordinary days of hard work.

This LOVE is shared through choral excellence. Each crystalline detail is refined and polished to that magical place of excellence not through fear, but through a high-held mutual respect for the music. And that respect for the composers’ words can only be embedded THAT DEEPLY by love. And that commitment to telling the story on stage, and the heat that comes off a performance which is unprecedented can ONLY be produced by this brand of love.

Why do I say this?

I have been forced out of my comfort zone this year.

I have been asked to consider the role of overt, un-earned discipline and flippancy, power, and shame. And you know what? I asked myself to be open-minded. And sure, I see that these all produce immediate results.

But they are not HEALTHY, LASTING, or EFFECTIVE. These are quick-fixes, and unbelievably damaging ones at that. Ones that take away years of confidence, joy, and motivation, and create an atmosphere of doubt and instability. Reversing that? Infinitely harder.

To create life-long, self-motivated, embedded results is truly a labour of love. Any educator and mentor who doesn’t want to be in it for the long haul, or have the tolerance to care for the needs of different young people should examine why they are here, entrusted with so much potential. 

So I am going to stand against the tide for this one, backed so strongly by what I have experienced this week. Inspired by more people and wisdom than I can number, pulled to this point by the sheer force of what I have seen over and over these last few days.

Learning must be motivated by a unique respect and love.

ALWAYS.

There is NO QUESTION for me.

 

the paradox of creativity…

The magic and messiness of creativity.

My goodness, I cannot tell you how much this resonated with me, as a person, and as a teacher. I felt like I was on the edge of a marvellous precipice of understanding, looking in, hearing the things I’d been thinking, living, doing, and trying to generate in my classroom, put into definitive words. And that is refreshing!

What the speaker, Linda Hill, so beautifully confirmed was the extreme paradox of creativity, the creative process, and how to plant the seed of creativity in a group of potential creators – in my case, my students.

Here are the paradoxes I heard that need to co-exist in equal force for creativity to be truly at work:

  • The freedom to be messy and spontaneous in the creative process, but the discipline to be able to pull the threads together to create an end product that is viable.
  • The chance to be totally honed-in on the tiny details, yet to not say “done” until the final lens is zoomed right out on the big picture.
  • The receptiveness to entertain new and radical ideas, but the commitment to your own ideas to verify their merit in a shifting + developing environment.
  • A deep personal connection with new ideas and concepts, but the egoless-ness to allow them to develop and change to fit a bigger entity.
  • The ability to be completely uncomfortable and in total flow at the same time.
  • That lively debate and discourse is encouraged in order to develop understanding.
  • That the creative process is a skill that requires tenacity, hope, imagination, commitment, vulnerability, sensitivity, courage…and practise. 
  • The freedom to play and be playful in a place of work in order to create focus and discipline.
  • The development of emotional intelligence in order to develop parallel objective strength, and vice versa.
  • To encourage learning through play and embracing failure rather than looking for the quickest, most cost-effective, and most “correct” solution.
  • Innovative leadership looks totally different to conventional leadership; it asks the leader or leaders to deeply know and nurture their people and create the space whereby their people can do the persistent and determined work of innovation. This can only done when their people DO NOT have a pre-determined vision dictated to them…because they’re about to somehow arrive there through the creative process.
  • That the job of a leader is to create a world where your people want to belong…a strong sense of community.
  • The leader is the lynchpin, not always the ideas-man.
  • Everyone is seen, valued and heard for their skills set and what they have to offer, personally and professionally, no matter what their experience or rank. 
  • The ideas are taken on merit, not on the status of the person who put the idea forward.
  • The leader sets the stage, they don’t own it…that’s for the people on the team…and ultimately, the final, fully developed idea.

And now my mind is buzzing as to how this actually looks in my classroom when my students are tackling a composition assignment, when they are collaborating to create choreography for a choral number, or when they are trying to stylise a piece for a small-group ensemble.

So much which resonates!

the paradox of creativity

May 2, 2015