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June 30, 2019

What a kid!

that’s one interpretation…!

June 28, 2019

Sir Year 6: “Waiting for the end of term to roll around is like watching a giant pimple grow and not being able to pop it. The suspense is killing me!”

Wow.

Disgusting, but very apt.

a little bit sentimental

May 18, 2019

I gave out my “Good Luck To My Year 12 Kiddies” survival packs to each of the Year 12s either in my Tutor Group, Year 12 Music class, or in a lead role for this year’s production of “Wicked” this year.

(YES…WICKED! 💚)

Each was labelled with a green Post-It note with their name + a simple individualised “Good Luck” message; nothing fancy because I’ve been so sick, and certainly not fancy enough to warrant keeping. I expected those Post-Its to be read, enjoyed, and tossed out, and the goodies in the survival pack to be enjoyed well into production week.

Imagine my surprise when I watched an unexpected Sir Year 12 over the course of this week transfer that dog-eared, scrappy, falling-apart Post-It from the back of his laptop, to his diary, to his Music folder, stuck on by a piece of tape that was losing its stickiness + collecting fluff from over-use.

You just never know who are going to be the sentimental ones, and what they are going to get sentimental about. 😊

I didn’t say anything, but it really made me smile. 🥰

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. 😁

the little moments of heart

March 10, 2019

Today was one of those days which never got off the ground. From the moment I walked into Concert Choir at 7:15am, I proceeded to stagger my way through double-bookings, clashes, missing pages of accompaniment, flat batteries, sick choral kiddies, dropping a jar of ashes (yes, it was Ash Wednesday, just to add to the fun), and other assorted mild to epic fails.

While sitting in the corner of the classroom, throwing down my lunch in record time in stony-faced silence + generally hating all forms of life, my Year 12 Prefects appeared with a cup of tea + a Freddo.

“Okay, Ms Kwok. We need to talk.”

Instantly, the alarm bells went off and the braincells went into overdrive, “What NOW?! Have I forgotten something? Have I let these guys down?!”

Miss Year 12 Head Prefect put her arm comfortingly around me and said, calmly and soothingly, “Look, Ms Kwok, you have to LET IT GO. You can’t do it all. You can’t nail every moment of every day. It can’t all be AMAZING.”

Sir Year 12 Deputy Prefect: “We made a cup of tea + stole a Freddo for you. Chill out. Stop saving the world for the next 20 minutes.”

Miss Year 12 Deputy Prefect: “Plus we couldn’t pass up the opportunity to quote you back to you.”

Damn it, you three. I just got schooled, and in the most caring way possible. 😭

connection

November 8, 2018

I am exhausted, but grateful.

This entire week, but today especially, has been a lesson in connection. I am so grateful for my Year 11 tutor group + my gorgeous Music kiddies who continue to challenge me to think, love, care and connect more deeply. Surprising, perceptive, full of fight, scrappy, big-hearted, generous, genuine, courageously raw + absolutely alive young adults who love and challenge me, and whom I love and wholeheartedly challenge right back. I used to be gentle about this, but lately, I find I’m absolutely all in. In on the hard conversations, in on the grittiness, in on the tough love, in on the massive belly laughs, in on the beautiful poignant moments.

I think I’m doing great, then I realise how much more I can do, or how much I don’t see until the moment I do see. I realise I need to look + listen MORE, catch the moments of connection, and be courageous in my words + actions. That each day presents tiny moments for me to be aware of, often out of my comfort zone, which I can choose to engage with.

I am exhausted, but so very grateful.

The conversations have been gritty, consuming, and revealing. But the connections have been powerful + very real.

I’m all about that book life!

October 6, 2018

In Dymocks and a group of excited + noisy “tweens” exploded into the store, went all still, inhaled deeply and said happily to each other: “Oh, it smells so GOOD!”

There’s hope in the world.

when you realise you’ve “raised” good year 12s…!

August 12, 2018

One of those days where I was totally up against it in terms of navigating, negotiating, and behaviour-managing, with my poor Year 12s walking into class after lunch with me in full-behavour-management-flight with a student.

Very quietly and respectfully did they all sneak in, dotted themselves around the classroom and quickly got to work.

After 2 minutes, a cup of tea appeared on my desk in a mug inscribed with “BADASS.”

Then, when my back was turned, a muesli bar + a handful of Minties appeared alongside it.

All of a sudden, I realised my camera was fully set-up and ready to roll for performance masterclass.

While I was looking over some Composing + Arranging issues, a message appeared on the whiteboard, “Kwokkie: Tiny Awesome Teacher! 😊

And walking to Year 8 Music, I found the downstairs classroom door covered in post-it notes with various encouraging messages of, “GO KWOKKIE!” + “SMASH IT!” + “HANG IN THERE!” + “YOU CAN DO IT!”

My Year 12 kiddies. NINJAS of little acts of kindness today. You guys totally got me over the line!

classy, not classy

June 16, 2018

I was rocking a black turtleneck sweater yesterday and a number of my kiddies commented on how classy, elegant, and “Audrey” I looked. 😎

And one astute Miss Year 12 completely burst my elegant, class-filled bubble by exclaiming:

“Classy?! Aren’t you guys concerned?! Have you guys ever SEEN this before? I’m thinking the stress-factor is high and Kwokkie’s not on top of the laundry situation. She’s spending all her time looking after us!”

It was the most stomach-pummeling, crash-to-earth, and backwardly affectionate compliment ever. 😂

And yes, she was right.

#tenderheartedteacher

June 12, 2018

Against my will, I am utterly deflated by the email response of a parent to a kid who desperately needs to find solid ground + clear, loving boundaries.

It is extraordinary the scope of responses from one extreme to the other to the same issue, and therefore what a kid gets modelled to them as appropriate, which in turn influences how they respond to the world around them.

Oh, the TRYING that has gone into this kid! I wish this family knew how much we wanted to love and support their kids. For all their kids to actually CRACK A SMILE. Wow, that would be healthy.

Anyways, this is not about the family or the kid.

I wrote that I am deflated “against my will”. I thought I was ready. I thought I’d considered the responses. Was not ready to be utterly disappointed + flattened. And it was a SLOW creep of disappointment after the initial impact.

And while I’m certain I’ve got it right for the well-being of the kid and this will fade + heal, I’m totally fine with being deflated right now.

#tenderheartedteacher