Hello friends! I hope this post finds you well. Truth be told, I’m feeling a little frazzled, on account of every frazzling scenario occurring at the same frazzling time. And frazzledness leads to rambling I’m afraid. HOWEVER… one must stay positive about these things, as there is much to do whether we like it or not. May as well do it all with an attitude of forced serenity and calm.
So my teaching practicum this semester is with grade sevens: a whole new ball game compared to the kindergarten/prep class I had before! So far, it’s gone pretty well. Though there’re still plenty of things I need to be able to do, and I predict I’ll want a long holiday after I survive the next few months.
That being said, I enjoy the practicums. You learn so much through participation, and I rather like being involved with the community that exists within a school. There’s something great about a bunch of kids gathering in one place every day, learning about themselves and the world, managing their many relationships and tackling all the uncertainties that accompany growing up.
And they sure are a diverse lot! Hundreds of little humans, bustling about with their own stories, hopes and ideas. Sometimes I think that schools are snapshots of the future, and it makes me feel glad but strange in a vast, unexplainable way. Like the feeling you’d get if you were to return to a tree after several years and find it still growing, and Rafiki’s there holding a lion cub while the Circle of Life plays in the background and bits of space rock jet across the sky and someone says, “look, a shooting star!”, even though stars don’t actually shoot and it’s just the universe gently reminding us that it’s there.
I’m not sure if that particular feeling has a word.
One of my university assignments last month involved a 20 day drawing challenge which I avoided until rather late, thus completing 20 spectacularly dismal drawings in the space of 2 days. Here is a sample of the more passable works.
My bookshelf, minus a few books.
A Picasso-esque picnic in the park.
A rushed attempt at Van Gogh’s sky.
And me in winter pyjamas. Yes, I sometimes wear a furry wolf hat to bed. I really am that cool.
Finally, I apologise for the scattered nature of this post, but all worthwhile thinking is being channelled into study at this stage.
I shall finish with an addictive Japanese song that you didn’t realise you needed to hear until now. Huzzah! This is ‘The Beginning’ by ONE OK ROCK, a seriously good Japanese band. Bit of trivia: this song also happens to be used for Japan’s favourite fictional sword-weilding pacifist, Himura Kenshin, in the first of the Rurouni Kenshin live action films. Veeery talented cast. Everyone did their own choreography/stunts! O.o
Much epic. :3
Listen and enjoy. Or not. As always, up to you.
I must away now.
Until next time,
P.S. I shall post the next comic tomorrow. For now, you are very welcome to visit the incredibly exciting Pip and Squeak Facebook page.