I Did Not Lie

It was my final year of teaching. The previous spring, some of my long-standing colleagues retired. I was now the oldest teacher on staff. It hadn’t seemed that long ago I started my career. Now here I was, a senior member of the old-guard. One morning in the staffroom, another teacher who was set to… Continue reading I Did Not Lie

Europe # 3 – Volunteer Patient

During my trip I spent time at two different universities. I sat in on some presentations and was warmly received by my hosts. I also had the opportunity to act as a volunteer patient for a medical program. The session in which I participated was conducted in English. All I had to do was lie… Continue reading Europe # 3 – Volunteer Patient

Europe # 2 – Food

During one of our final evenings, we dined with two women from Scandinavia. They were attending the same conference, and we had chatted often. We went to a local restaurant and scanned the menu. I was aware that one of them was a vegetarian. During the meal, the discussion came around to vegetarianism. I listened… Continue reading Europe # 2 – Food

Slob Night

When my children were young, they were encouraged to use proper etiquette when dining at the table. In addition to being taught how to place and use their utensils properly, instruction included how to use a napkin, how to pass and request items at the table and other relevant manners. If they didn’t learn this… Continue reading Slob Night

Taking Matters in Hand?

Growing up, my parents used many verbal expressions, several of which I still use today. For example, it was not uncommon for my father to say, “Boy, we’re finished shopping. Let’s bugger off and head home” or “That’s it for today. Let’s bugger off and get ready for supper.” Bugger off – it seemed like… Continue reading Taking Matters in Hand?

Matthew – Part I

Let me begin by saying that I have Matthew’s permission to share the following stories; in fact, I sought permission by communicating through his parents. I wanted their permission as well. I knew Matthew and his family before he started school. They continue to live not far from my home. He was one of the… Continue reading Matthew – Part I

A Call to Action

This event took place seven years ago. It was in a grade 9 classroom downstairs from my room. The teacher just happened to be a student of mine twenty years earlier. Two grade nine boys were presenting their video project to the class. The teacher was seated at her desk and a teaching assistant (TA)… Continue reading A Call to Action