Monday, 23 January 2012
A new chapter begins...
Today was the day finally, when Sadie and Toby came home.
A new chapter begins as the house which for so long has been for two is now for three...
Friday, 20 January 2012
Looking back...
Been a weird 40th birthday. Started off on my own with all kinds of annoyances flying round from binmen knocking over recycling boxes to stupid people phoning and asking for things to be done when they know I am trying to get out the door!!!!!!.......calm, calm,
Spent most of the day with Sadie and Toby which was great. He is coming on well and they should be home tomorrow which will be scary, but fab. Was taken out for a meal by my parents which was really nice and got some great presents.
Currently enjoying Apple TV which makes it so easy to place films, photos, music etc on the tv.
So end of day one of my 40th birth-weekend looking forward to see what day two brings!
Spent most of the day with Sadie and Toby which was great. He is coming on well and they should be home tomorrow which will be scary, but fab. Was taken out for a meal by my parents which was really nice and got some great presents.
Currently enjoying Apple TV which makes it so easy to place films, photos, music etc on the tv.
So end of day one of my 40th birth-weekend looking forward to see what day two brings!
Bizarre day...
So weird day so far...40years ago today I hit the world...I have one more person in my life now yet this is the first time in those 40years I wake up alone on my birthday...weird....
Happy birthday....ummmm....to me....
Happy birthday....ummmm....to me....
Wednesday, 18 January 2012
A new arrival...
So after many hours of hard work for mum with a little help at the end our new arrival has made himself known...all 10lbs 6oz of him!
No name yet as to make that decision after 14 hours of being awake would result in resentment from him in later life as Smurf and Bagpuss arent that manly!
In closing as i am knackered a pic...
No name yet as to make that decision after 14 hours of being awake would result in resentment from him in later life as Smurf and Bagpuss arent that manly!
In closing as i am knackered a pic...
Monday, 16 January 2012
Chapter One of the book revised...
Thank you for all the kind comments I have moved something's around and come up with this as my first chapter...
Book One: The Early Years
Prologue
They say the most difficult thing about writing a book is starting it. Most people have a raft of ideas yet they don't know where to begin. They look at lists of words and names and scenarios and can tell you all the highlights yet starting it, well that a different story.
As you may now have guessed I am one of those people.
So let's start at the end. Everyone got what was coming to them, the end.
Now we know where we are going all I have to do is fill in the gaps. Shouldn't be too hard!
Our story begins 15 years earlier on a dark stormy night on the 6th November just outside of London.
A breeze blew through Bagchester hospital and disturbed the notes on the desks of Dr's and nurses alike. It moved through the hospital with a purpose, if people knew they would think it was searching for something, though that would be mad and if they told anyone would end up with a jacket which did up round the back! It blew into the maternity ward and stopped. A bright light shot out from the middle of the room and a figure started to appear.
No one could tell you where she came from. It was as if one minute she wasn't there and then she was. However, everyone agreed she had been there for years and they could all remember Christmas parties and farewell do's where she was present. Her smile could light up a room and make you feel relaxed and that everything would be ok. She was the most loved nurse in the maternity ward. Nurse Jackson was an established part of the hospital. Even though she had only been around for 2 hours.
----------------------------------------------------
Outside of the town there was a small copse off to the side of a major road. No one really went there as there was nothing there. In the middle of the trees was a clear piece of land which was covered only by grasses and wild flowers. In the centre of this clearing something was happening. A small light flickered in the dark gradually growing in size and intensity. As it grew a mind began to whip round the light from a distance it would look like a tornado spinning and listing over the grasses and flowers. Then suddenly, there was a whooshing noise and the light spread out lighting up the area for a moment before disappearing. In the space where the light had been was a woman. She lay breathing heavily rolled up in a ball.
Martin had been driving back from his parents house along the road when the light hit. He veered into the verge and stopped the car. Running over to the copse he could see a figure laying in the middle and it seemed to be not moving. As he got closer he realise it was a woman and shouted out,
'Are you ok? Are you hurt?'
'Please help!' a female voice replied. 'They're coming, they're coming now.'
As he got closer he worked out quickly what 'they' were. The woman was standing holding a swollen stomach and was in pain. They were coming, that was clear. Martin just hoped they weren't planning on coming in the back of his car.
He helped her back to his car and drove as fast as he could to the nearest hospital.
When they arrived he ran in to get some help, there in the doorway almost standing there waiting he thought was a nurse. On her badge was the name 'Jackson'.
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The date is the 16th march 1996, the place Bagchester Hospital. The maternity ward is busy tonight.
There were nurses in the maternity ward who had been there for many years but had never seen a night like it. It all started when a young woman was bought in heavily pregnant and unconscious. She has been found in a field outside of town and bought to the hospital in the beginning stages of labour.
Ten hours late she gave birth to 5 boys, all healthy. The same couldn't have been did of the mother. It's a sad fact that even in these days of technology some mothers just don't make it, this was one of those moments. Where life was seen in such amazing depth, it's miracle was tempered by the loss of one.
The nurse put in charge of looking after these boys was Nurse Jackson. Well no one could remember her actually being put in charge but she must have been because she was doing it. She spent the next three weeks looking after the five boys, who eventually were adopted by five families.
The adoptions had been quite straight forward. Each boy had gone to a family within about a day of each other and they were spread across the country. Only a couple of people had been aware of the circumstances surrounding the splitting up of the 5 brothers, and the families adopting them weren't aware of it. Nurse Jackson had made sure that no one would know where these boys went, for an ageing maternity nurse she was a computer genius. She knew the importance of keeping them safe. It's not that she was a religious person, she believed that these boys were special, she couldn't explain why, they just were.
(The main reason she couldn't explain why was due to the technical scientific nature of what was happening and the fact that you would need a physics PhD just to grasp a minuscule amount of what she would be telling you. Also to be honest she couldn't be bothered and was enjoying talking about babies so much more.)
Chapter One
The days after the adoption had been weird for the Jones'. They had gone to the hospital and found their dream child. They had named him John after Mr Jones' father and bought him back to live in their small two bedroom house just outside of London.
That was all normal, yet something was weird. It was that kind of weird that you can't put your finger on just something was wrong. Mrs Jones was the first to notice it. Like a presences around the boy, not malevolent or evil in anyway almost caring in a sense. He never cried at night not once, he just seemed to sleep and when they looked in on him he always seemed to be smiling.
Other times they would see him looking at a spot on the wall transfixed as if something was there that only he could see. To Mrs Jones it felt as if, though it sounded stupid, someone else was looking after him. To her John never felt as if he was really hers. There was always a link to the past and one that wasn't letting go.
Mr Jones became aware of it as John grew. Being a boisterous lad he would obviously push it a little, well a lot, and needed the odd redirecting word from his dad when he stepped out of line. One day he was working in his garage when he realised that John was behind him.
'Hello son, you ok?'
'Yes thanks. Ummm...'
It was one of those moments when a parent knew there was something wrong. Mr Jones could feel the words heading towards his sons lips which would outline the damaged or broken item he had recently been in contact with.
'Dad, I was wondering, am I adopted?'
This wasn't the words Mr Jones had expected. In fact it took him by surprise, so much by surprise he dropped his hammer.
(Dropping a hammer doesn't sound that bad until you realise that he dropped it on his foot and then stepped back into some oil causing him to slip and land in a pile of boxes. Quite spectacular to watch really, but at the end of the day pretty painful)
Picking himself up he turned and looked John in the eyes. Taking a moment to compose himself without looking like he was composing himself, he bent down to John's level and smiled.
'What do you mean adopted? Has someone said something?'
'No,' replied John. 'We were working on genes in science today and well can you roll your tongue up?'
Mr Jones looked slightly confused, 'In what way do you mean roll it up?'
'Like this.' John stuck his tongue out and rolled its side into the middle making a tube shape. 'Thee,' he mumbled 'can ooo do is?'
Mr Jones stood up and began to roll his tongue round his mouth. After a couple of seconds it was clear to him he couldn't do this and from the line of questioning neither could his wife. He turned round to face his son but couldn't hide the thoughts in his head.
'That's ok Dad, it doesn't matter.' John said and walked away.
Mr Jones turned back to his work bench but right now he couldn't be bothered, his mind was elsewhere. Suddenly, he was aware of a tap on his shoulder. I say tap it was more of a consoling rub. He turned round expecting to see his wife there but there was no-one there. He shook it off and reached down to pick up the hammer. Reaching his full height again he moved towards the bench. Once again the hammer bounced its way across the floor of the garage. On the work bench spelt out in screws and nails were the words,
Thank you for looking after my son Mr Jones.
This time it wasn't the hammer hitting the floor.
It took a while before the Jones' brought their stories / experiences together. Neither of them had thought the other would think anything except where's the nearest divorce lawyer and so kept quiet for a long time. When they did open up it was a relief and a concern at the same time. They felt for the first time that they weren't mad, but then realised something was very strange about to young bit they had taken into their home and loved as if he were their own. The unaddressed question hanging in the air was 'What do we do?' neither of them had the answer.
John continued to grow and behave like a normal boy. Cuts and scrapes, fights and football seemed to fill his life. School was going well and he was praised by all his teachers as being a very focused young man who had the potential to do well in whatever he wanted to in the future. The thing was John didn't know what he wanted to do. Every time someone asked him about his future plans he would shrug his shoulders and say 'Dunno, something will come up.' - Mr and Mrs Jones had no doubt that something would come up, what that something was they were a little more concerned about.
On his 15th birthday things started to change. It was during the party his parents had thrown him when something happened. John had been working his way round the guests Making sure he spoke to family whilst having a laugh with his mates when he disappeared. Most people thought he had just gone upstairs to get something but when an hour later he still hadn't appeared the search party went out.
At the bottom of the Jones' garden there was a gate which led down to the small jetty where their boat was moored. It was the first place Mr Jones ran to and when he got their he froze. There was John standing on the jetty, nothing unusual there, except their boat was floating in mid-air next to him. John appeared to be in a trance but was in complete control of the movement of the boat. First it tipped one way then the other. Regaining his composure Mr Jones manager to walk through the gate and reached out for John's shoulders. As he touched him the boat splashed back into the water and John collapsed into his arms. Behind him he could hear the movement of people towards the gate. He turned and shouted to everyone that it was ok and he had found John and they would be up in a minute. The group retreated to the house and the music started up again.
In his arms lay his little boy, still except for the movement of his chest which showed he was still breathing. Mr Jones did something he hadn't done for a very long time and in a small voice prayed that his son would be ok.
Slowly John's breathing became more regular and he was soon sat up next to his dad. Mr Jones' told him about how he had come and found John laid on the jetty and asked him if could remember anything. John couldn't he said he remembered coming down to the gate and then a light but after that it was blur. Mr Jones put it down to the excitement of the day and tiredness and they agreed nothing would be said because they didn't want to upset his mother. John agreed and walked back to the party.
Behind him his dad stopped and looks at the oat now floating again next to the jetty. He was losing his son. The concerns he had always had since the garage incident were now coming true and something big w around the corner. He would need to prepare himself for the worst he decided and be ready to support his wife. Whoever John really was was coming to the fore and there was nothing he could about it. Slowly he turned and shut the gate. As he began to walk up the garden towards the house the breeze pushed past him. In the trees and voice spoke clearly to him,
'There will come a time where you will have to let him go. Please don't fear he will be ok and you will see him again. His destiny is upon him.'
Mr Jones stopped for a second and said under his breath 'Ok, just please look after him.'
The wind rushed past him and he continued up to rejoin the party. As he reached the house his wife came up to him and look at him with her concerned face, head tilted on one side. 'Its ok' he said and took her hand. 'Come on let's dance and embarrass him!' They both walked off smiling and hugging one another and as they danced embarrassing their 15yr old son Mr Jones kept one eye on the garden, looking for the sign that it was time to let his boy go.
Book One: The Early Years
Prologue
They say the most difficult thing about writing a book is starting it. Most people have a raft of ideas yet they don't know where to begin. They look at lists of words and names and scenarios and can tell you all the highlights yet starting it, well that a different story.
As you may now have guessed I am one of those people.
So let's start at the end. Everyone got what was coming to them, the end.
Now we know where we are going all I have to do is fill in the gaps. Shouldn't be too hard!
Our story begins 15 years earlier on a dark stormy night on the 6th November just outside of London.
A breeze blew through Bagchester hospital and disturbed the notes on the desks of Dr's and nurses alike. It moved through the hospital with a purpose, if people knew they would think it was searching for something, though that would be mad and if they told anyone would end up with a jacket which did up round the back! It blew into the maternity ward and stopped. A bright light shot out from the middle of the room and a figure started to appear.
No one could tell you where she came from. It was as if one minute she wasn't there and then she was. However, everyone agreed she had been there for years and they could all remember Christmas parties and farewell do's where she was present. Her smile could light up a room and make you feel relaxed and that everything would be ok. She was the most loved nurse in the maternity ward. Nurse Jackson was an established part of the hospital. Even though she had only been around for 2 hours.
----------------------------------------------------
Outside of the town there was a small copse off to the side of a major road. No one really went there as there was nothing there. In the middle of the trees was a clear piece of land which was covered only by grasses and wild flowers. In the centre of this clearing something was happening. A small light flickered in the dark gradually growing in size and intensity. As it grew a mind began to whip round the light from a distance it would look like a tornado spinning and listing over the grasses and flowers. Then suddenly, there was a whooshing noise and the light spread out lighting up the area for a moment before disappearing. In the space where the light had been was a woman. She lay breathing heavily rolled up in a ball.
Martin had been driving back from his parents house along the road when the light hit. He veered into the verge and stopped the car. Running over to the copse he could see a figure laying in the middle and it seemed to be not moving. As he got closer he realise it was a woman and shouted out,
'Are you ok? Are you hurt?'
'Please help!' a female voice replied. 'They're coming, they're coming now.'
As he got closer he worked out quickly what 'they' were. The woman was standing holding a swollen stomach and was in pain. They were coming, that was clear. Martin just hoped they weren't planning on coming in the back of his car.
He helped her back to his car and drove as fast as he could to the nearest hospital.
When they arrived he ran in to get some help, there in the doorway almost standing there waiting he thought was a nurse. On her badge was the name 'Jackson'.
----------------------------------------------------------
The date is the 16th march 1996, the place Bagchester Hospital. The maternity ward is busy tonight.
There were nurses in the maternity ward who had been there for many years but had never seen a night like it. It all started when a young woman was bought in heavily pregnant and unconscious. She has been found in a field outside of town and bought to the hospital in the beginning stages of labour.
Ten hours late she gave birth to 5 boys, all healthy. The same couldn't have been did of the mother. It's a sad fact that even in these days of technology some mothers just don't make it, this was one of those moments. Where life was seen in such amazing depth, it's miracle was tempered by the loss of one.
The nurse put in charge of looking after these boys was Nurse Jackson. Well no one could remember her actually being put in charge but she must have been because she was doing it. She spent the next three weeks looking after the five boys, who eventually were adopted by five families.
The adoptions had been quite straight forward. Each boy had gone to a family within about a day of each other and they were spread across the country. Only a couple of people had been aware of the circumstances surrounding the splitting up of the 5 brothers, and the families adopting them weren't aware of it. Nurse Jackson had made sure that no one would know where these boys went, for an ageing maternity nurse she was a computer genius. She knew the importance of keeping them safe. It's not that she was a religious person, she believed that these boys were special, she couldn't explain why, they just were.
(The main reason she couldn't explain why was due to the technical scientific nature of what was happening and the fact that you would need a physics PhD just to grasp a minuscule amount of what she would be telling you. Also to be honest she couldn't be bothered and was enjoying talking about babies so much more.)
Chapter One
The days after the adoption had been weird for the Jones'. They had gone to the hospital and found their dream child. They had named him John after Mr Jones' father and bought him back to live in their small two bedroom house just outside of London.
That was all normal, yet something was weird. It was that kind of weird that you can't put your finger on just something was wrong. Mrs Jones was the first to notice it. Like a presences around the boy, not malevolent or evil in anyway almost caring in a sense. He never cried at night not once, he just seemed to sleep and when they looked in on him he always seemed to be smiling.
Other times they would see him looking at a spot on the wall transfixed as if something was there that only he could see. To Mrs Jones it felt as if, though it sounded stupid, someone else was looking after him. To her John never felt as if he was really hers. There was always a link to the past and one that wasn't letting go.
Mr Jones became aware of it as John grew. Being a boisterous lad he would obviously push it a little, well a lot, and needed the odd redirecting word from his dad when he stepped out of line. One day he was working in his garage when he realised that John was behind him.
'Hello son, you ok?'
'Yes thanks. Ummm...'
It was one of those moments when a parent knew there was something wrong. Mr Jones could feel the words heading towards his sons lips which would outline the damaged or broken item he had recently been in contact with.
'Dad, I was wondering, am I adopted?'
This wasn't the words Mr Jones had expected. In fact it took him by surprise, so much by surprise he dropped his hammer.
(Dropping a hammer doesn't sound that bad until you realise that he dropped it on his foot and then stepped back into some oil causing him to slip and land in a pile of boxes. Quite spectacular to watch really, but at the end of the day pretty painful)
Picking himself up he turned and looked John in the eyes. Taking a moment to compose himself without looking like he was composing himself, he bent down to John's level and smiled.
'What do you mean adopted? Has someone said something?'
'No,' replied John. 'We were working on genes in science today and well can you roll your tongue up?'
Mr Jones looked slightly confused, 'In what way do you mean roll it up?'
'Like this.' John stuck his tongue out and rolled its side into the middle making a tube shape. 'Thee,' he mumbled 'can ooo do is?'
Mr Jones stood up and began to roll his tongue round his mouth. After a couple of seconds it was clear to him he couldn't do this and from the line of questioning neither could his wife. He turned round to face his son but couldn't hide the thoughts in his head.
'That's ok Dad, it doesn't matter.' John said and walked away.
Mr Jones turned back to his work bench but right now he couldn't be bothered, his mind was elsewhere. Suddenly, he was aware of a tap on his shoulder. I say tap it was more of a consoling rub. He turned round expecting to see his wife there but there was no-one there. He shook it off and reached down to pick up the hammer. Reaching his full height again he moved towards the bench. Once again the hammer bounced its way across the floor of the garage. On the work bench spelt out in screws and nails were the words,
Thank you for looking after my son Mr Jones.
This time it wasn't the hammer hitting the floor.
It took a while before the Jones' brought their stories / experiences together. Neither of them had thought the other would think anything except where's the nearest divorce lawyer and so kept quiet for a long time. When they did open up it was a relief and a concern at the same time. They felt for the first time that they weren't mad, but then realised something was very strange about to young bit they had taken into their home and loved as if he were their own. The unaddressed question hanging in the air was 'What do we do?' neither of them had the answer.
John continued to grow and behave like a normal boy. Cuts and scrapes, fights and football seemed to fill his life. School was going well and he was praised by all his teachers as being a very focused young man who had the potential to do well in whatever he wanted to in the future. The thing was John didn't know what he wanted to do. Every time someone asked him about his future plans he would shrug his shoulders and say 'Dunno, something will come up.' - Mr and Mrs Jones had no doubt that something would come up, what that something was they were a little more concerned about.
On his 15th birthday things started to change. It was during the party his parents had thrown him when something happened. John had been working his way round the guests Making sure he spoke to family whilst having a laugh with his mates when he disappeared. Most people thought he had just gone upstairs to get something but when an hour later he still hadn't appeared the search party went out.
At the bottom of the Jones' garden there was a gate which led down to the small jetty where their boat was moored. It was the first place Mr Jones ran to and when he got their he froze. There was John standing on the jetty, nothing unusual there, except their boat was floating in mid-air next to him. John appeared to be in a trance but was in complete control of the movement of the boat. First it tipped one way then the other. Regaining his composure Mr Jones manager to walk through the gate and reached out for John's shoulders. As he touched him the boat splashed back into the water and John collapsed into his arms. Behind him he could hear the movement of people towards the gate. He turned and shouted to everyone that it was ok and he had found John and they would be up in a minute. The group retreated to the house and the music started up again.
In his arms lay his little boy, still except for the movement of his chest which showed he was still breathing. Mr Jones did something he hadn't done for a very long time and in a small voice prayed that his son would be ok.
Slowly John's breathing became more regular and he was soon sat up next to his dad. Mr Jones' told him about how he had come and found John laid on the jetty and asked him if could remember anything. John couldn't he said he remembered coming down to the gate and then a light but after that it was blur. Mr Jones put it down to the excitement of the day and tiredness and they agreed nothing would be said because they didn't want to upset his mother. John agreed and walked back to the party.
Behind him his dad stopped and looks at the oat now floating again next to the jetty. He was losing his son. The concerns he had always had since the garage incident were now coming true and something big w around the corner. He would need to prepare himself for the worst he decided and be ready to support his wife. Whoever John really was was coming to the fore and there was nothing he could about it. Slowly he turned and shut the gate. As he began to walk up the garden towards the house the breeze pushed past him. In the trees and voice spoke clearly to him,
'There will come a time where you will have to let him go. Please don't fear he will be ok and you will see him again. His destiny is upon him.'
Mr Jones stopped for a second and said under his breath 'Ok, just please look after him.'
The wind rushed past him and he continued up to rejoin the party. As he reached the house his wife came up to him and look at him with her concerned face, head tilted on one side. 'Its ok' he said and took her hand. 'Come on let's dance and embarrass him!' They both walked off smiling and hugging one another and as they danced embarrassing their 15yr old son Mr Jones kept one eye on the garden, looking for the sign that it was time to let his boy go.
Sunday, 15 January 2012
Stepping up to the mark...
Been thinking a lot recently about my future. I guess when you have changes in your life like a new baby on the way or a major birthday coming up it makes you stop and reasses or take stock of what you wanted to achieve, what you have achieved and what you would like achieve in the coming days, weeks, months....
Truth is when you look back it's not always an easy road to view. We have all made mistakes and missed opportunities which flash and glow like neon signs which can overshadow the positives you have achieved.
Looking forward there will be opportunities to create new direction in life and move yourself into position ready to make an impact and make your mark. I am looking forward with one eye on the past. I don't want to miss any opportunities that may come up, but similarly don't want to make the same mistakes I have.
Somewhere there is a door to breakthrough ... Just trying to find it!!!
To quote a good friend of mine 'has anyone seen my winning lottery ticket? I know I had it but can't find it anywhere!'
Truth is when you look back it's not always an easy road to view. We have all made mistakes and missed opportunities which flash and glow like neon signs which can overshadow the positives you have achieved.
Looking forward there will be opportunities to create new direction in life and move yourself into position ready to make an impact and make your mark. I am looking forward with one eye on the past. I don't want to miss any opportunities that may come up, but similarly don't want to make the same mistakes I have.
Somewhere there is a door to breakthrough ... Just trying to find it!!!
To quote a good friend of mine 'has anyone seen my winning lottery ticket? I know I had it but can't find it anywhere!'
Friday, 13 January 2012
It started off as some ideas...
Just hit 20,000 words on what started off as some ideas.
Think I might have been further on if I could type with 2 hands for longer than 5-10 minutes...but then again may not ever have started it!
Not sure how long this will be but enjoying the journey :)
Think I might have been further on if I could type with 2 hands for longer than 5-10 minutes...but then again may not ever have started it!
Not sure how long this will be but enjoying the journey :)
Thursday, 12 January 2012
A heartfelt honesty...
If you didn't get a chance to see the Andrew Flintoff programme last night on depression in sport you should log into BBCi player and watch it.
Far from being a self obsessed 'woe are we poor sports people who struggle with all our money and fame' this was an honest heartfelt and often personal look at the issue of depression which at times was difficult to watch.
It was amazing to hear these stories about how these idols to some had walked out on pitches, into rings and arenas so low that they wanted to end it all yet performed to the highest ability.
It was all summed up in his final statement. We all need to try and be who we are not be dictated to by those around us and be modelled into people and personalities we don't recognise when we look in the mirror...
Far from being a self obsessed 'woe are we poor sports people who struggle with all our money and fame' this was an honest heartfelt and often personal look at the issue of depression which at times was difficult to watch.
It was amazing to hear these stories about how these idols to some had walked out on pitches, into rings and arenas so low that they wanted to end it all yet performed to the highest ability.
It was all summed up in his final statement. We all need to try and be who we are not be dictated to by those around us and be modelled into people and personalities we don't recognise when we look in the mirror...
I never liked Meccano....
As a kid I never liked Meccano, it seemed like hard work to find the screws, nuts and bolts needed in order to create something. This translated through my school life...told to take Home Economics as I wasn't cut out for woodwork or metalwork...and into my adult life. If we need anything fixing I have someone I can call.
So how come I have discovered a knack for flat pack stuff? I mean it's Meccano for adults yet I like it...hmmmm...have I missed something because of what I was told at school?
Maybe we need to think about what we are telling students in terms of what they can and can't do? There will always be some students for whom academic subjects will always be a bridge to far but that doesn't mean they can't do something. We need to make sure we are careful to encourage students to make the right choices by using the right language in order to make them feel they are able to succeed...how would we feel if 20 years down the line we met someone who tells us 'I remember you you told me I wouldn't be able to do...'
You never know who you have sat in front of you.
So how come I have discovered a knack for flat pack stuff? I mean it's Meccano for adults yet I like it...hmmmm...have I missed something because of what I was told at school?
Maybe we need to think about what we are telling students in terms of what they can and can't do? There will always be some students for whom academic subjects will always be a bridge to far but that doesn't mean they can't do something. We need to make sure we are careful to encourage students to make the right choices by using the right language in order to make them feel they are able to succeed...how would we feel if 20 years down the line we met someone who tells us 'I remember you you told me I wouldn't be able to do...'
You never know who you have sat in front of you.
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