I do my teaching placement with a classmate who is a coloured South African. When I saw her this morning, first thing I asked her was how she was doing and she burst into tears. We drank some tea but then we had to teach. Our lessons are 1.5 hours and we typically split them in two 45 minute parts so both of us can practice our teaching within that lesson. However, she couldn’t do it. She started of trying to explain to the kids that she was a bit emotional today because of Mandela’s passing. Some of them didn’t even really know who Mandela was… So we turned the whole lesson around, and since it was supposed to be a listening lesson anyway, we found a short documentary film about Mandela and watched it together, followed by a discussion. Now, since my students are quite a low level, they didn’t understand everything said in the documentary but I’m proud that they understood the most important bits, but even more proud that they made a very good effort to speak in English in the discussion afterwards. I hope they learned a bit about Nelson Mandela.
Talking to my friend afterwards, she was really glad we did it this way but also said that we (Dutch people, people born in freedom) would simply never fully understand. What we don’t realise is that she was born without rights. Until halfway into her teens, she didn’t have rights as a coloured person. People would come into coloured neighbourhoods and shoot rubber bullets at people, or teargas, just because they could. Nelson Mandela’s death feels like a death of a family member, because he had such a big influence on so many lives he became part of them. The very fact that she is now married to a Dutch person, living in the Netherlands, and able to take this teacher training course is because of him. She wouldn’t be where she is today without Mandela.
To be really honest with you, while I knew about Nelson Mandela and had a limited understanding of South Africa, I never realised the depth of the situation and how much Nelson Mandela meant to South Africa and the world. Part of that is because I was born in the nineties, never having conciously experienced what was going on halfway across the world. My friend is right, I can never fully understand what it is to not be free and to live in apartheid, however I think it’s important to learn and be aware. In the words of the man himself: “education is the most powerful weapon which you can use to change the world.”
SINTERKLAAS STORM DES DOODS MOTHERFUCKERS
Sandra Bullock’s box office take over the last five years is as good or better than most male leads. The same can be said of Melissa McCarthy, who also has the attention of about 10 million viewers a week on Mike and Molly when she’s not on the big screen. Both of them have been integral to the marketing and promotion of their films, so it’s clearly not that moviegoers won’t watch a blockbuster with a woman in the lead.
But in very specific terms, Gravity was marketed as a co-headlining movie from Bullock and George Clooney, but anyone who saw it knows that it was Bullock’s film. Clooney was perceived as being necessary to market the movie in spite of the fact that since 2008, his movies have generated about $634 million total at the domestic box office, compared to Bullock’s $891 million. During that time, Clooney made nine films to Bullock’s six, meaning that the per-film average is even more heavily skewed in Bullock’s favor.
During that time, the total budget for Clooney’s films came to a minimum of $307 million and the budget for Bullocks clocked in at $214 million. That means that for every dollar spent producing a George Clooney film, the studio saw $2.07 back. That isn’t half bad, really. You know what it is half of? The $4.15 they saw on every Sandra Bullock dollar they spent during the same five-year period. Each of them had a couple of low-budget indie films and a couple of failures during the five-year period, but Clooney–the name Warner Bros. was convinced was necessary to promote the film–averaged just over $70 million per film during that period while Bullock averaged upwards of $148 million.
yay for midlife crises
first time teaching?
No… I am a teacher trainee, second year. It’s supposed to be a lesson on receptive skills that I will also be giving next Tuesday, and that one will be assessed. Meaning one of my uni profs is gonna watch me teach. It’s already scary to teach in itssefl but then my teacher will also be watching me. Which is. uh. great? Not really.
So I guess I should be prepared but I’m not. I thought I could use something from great british bake off but I just watched the thing again and I don’t think I can use it. It sucks that my placement doesn’t provide materials AT ALL so I have no way of just grabbing the course book to work with.
On top of that I also have a Sinterklaas surprise to make for tomorrow morning because I need to leave straight from placement to my parents to celebrate Sinterklaas.
To be honest, when I look at my whole uni course together, and my teaching placement, I just don’t like it at all at the moment. The second I am in a lecture, I find it interesting and I can work for it, and I want to learn, but as soon as I’m home I’m just find it really hard to see the point in any of it and I am bored before I’ve even started. Then the teaching part of the whole thing is just tiring and I’m struggling with finding the material to work with and I just can’t seem to deal with it. again once I’m there it’s actually okay. Not great, but it’s cool, y’know.
Aaah I dunno long story, don’t mean to burden you with this.
Tl;dr: not first time teaching, but just hating it. Thanks & sorry <333
you have no idea how many times I’ve opened up a text post to complain but left without posting
no one wants to hear about how much I hate that I have to teach tomorrow
If the mean people in our lives were crappy 100% of the time, it would be easy to leave them. We would shrink from becoming friends with them or jump aboard the nope rocket in the early stages of trouble, and we would feel only relief when they are gone from our lives.
The problem is that very few people are evil all the time. They don’t wear villain costumes purchased at ForeverEvil. They don’t laugh maniacally and stroke their evil goatees while monologuing about their evil plans. They appear in our lives as People-Who-Would-Be-Awesome-Except-For-That-One-Glaring-Problem. They have potential to be awesome, and sometimes they are awesome, and they make us feel awesome, so we relax and let out that breath we’ve been holding in, and then BAM! They show their mean side, and we do a ton of mental work trying to reconcile the mean stuff with the awesome stuff.
Breaking up brings relief, as you lose the constant mental labor of managing the relationship AND the stress of being constantly disappointed and hurt, but it also brings grief. Shitty people who forget your birthday and give little backhanded compliments and gossip about your secrets sometimes give really good hugs, or presents, or are your favorite people to get drunk and watch figure-skating with, or were the sole witness to an important time in your life. The good times were real.