One of the advantages of not cutting the hedge. A bit of overhead yellow is always very nice.
“Dad this is just going over my head.”
He wasn’t referring to the hedge as well…
“This is refusing to enter my brain. Sometimes dyslexia is a right pain in the butt….”
He was referring to French. In particular today’s lesson. All about grammatical gender. It’s not an easy concept for English speaking numpties like me as we don’t tend to get so focused on gender and nouns. Which is most odd as our language is heavily derived from Anglo-Saxon and French, which are. So you can hear my brain chug away when it sees
A simple word like HAPPY become in French either HEUREUX (masculine) or HEUREUSE (feminine).
Hard for me, a nightmare for a dyslexic. So a lesson of writing these out for an hour is just torture for him. Yes you can try and learn the rules. But when you struggle to pick up word and letter patterns – it’s not much help.
“Hey Dad I’m dyslexic in multiple languages. Surely I get a badge for that.”
We should really be switching dyslexic kids to different learning techniques. Maybe focusing just on visual and verbal learning. Using fun, online teaching resources. Finding out what works and what doesn’t work for each industry child. Unfortunately teachers are given so little flexibility by our Government. They have to stick to the national curriculum. Sadly the factory education approach doesn’t work for many. So we try to make the best of it. But it’s not easy seeing your child struggle.
It feels like you are holding onto the side of a giant bolder as it tumbles down a hill. Not in control and just grimly trying not to fall off. But eventually you reach the bottom. You can take a breather before you start tumbling again. I guess the secret is to make the most of the flat bits. Grab that ice cream and think of ways to make the tumbling down hill more fun. Must be possible. Remember being a kid and rolling down the slopes. As long as you avoided the nettles and animal droppings, it was the best laugh ever. So we will put our thinking hats on, how to make learning French fun.
Bonne journee (yes I know I’ve dropped a mark for the missing thingy off the e, but my keyboard doesn’t do French)….
Please note one of my great regrets is that I’m not multilingual. I love talking to people who can effortlessly switch languages. So I will keep going. You never know, one day…
Somebody waiting to share my ice lolly.
This weekend the weather is going to be mad. For a start it’s dry (which is mad for Yorkshire). But the temperature. Midday today it was 21C (70F). Midday tomorrow is due to be 2C (35F). On the Yorkshire temperature scale that’s going from a string vest to two jumpers.
This week it was a 4 day school session. Definitely into a pattern now. Some subjects working well using an iPad and online resources. Some lessons not working well. But what have we learnt this week from the school at home project.
- School are looking at how to enforce social distancing when they reopen. They are doing this without any help or information or resources from the so called Government. The only way they have managed to find a practical way is to split the existing classes up. Maximum Class sizes have to a third of what they are now. This basically means that it only works if many kids are homeschooled for at least part of the week.
- The secret with about teaching is understand the particular needs of the child. With our Son and a subject like a History, it’s not about getting new information into him. Already he has a staggering encyclopaedia stored. It’s finding ways to get that knowledge out of him.
- It’s basically impossible to free hand draw a circle and a pentagram on a tablet.
- Even at home we have a stationary leak. Pens, pencils, erasers, rulers …. are going missing. I can understand losing them at school but at home …. really. Where are they?
- When did long divisions become so complicated.
- Son is enjoying having a regular school lunch. He says that his work on an afternoon has improved. He’s less tired. At school because of too many kids trying to use overstretched catering facilities, Son often doesn’t eat or drink. It’s certainly not helped by government pressure to cut break and lunch times.
- Kryptonite won’t count when you are trying to name inert elements.
- Son, the IPad and I do not agree on how most words are spelt.
- One of the great feels is Son completing a lesson with 30 minutes to spare. Son can go outside and I can hover.
- I am becoming a bit of an expert in Russian geography. Begs the question why I was so rubbish at Geography when I was at school.
- The French I learned (or thought I learned) is fundamentally different to the French Son is learning now.
- In all the weeks we have done this thing at home, most subjects have not set additional homework. Yet we are told that the kids are keeping up on the curriculum requirements. So what is the point of setting heaps of daily homework when they are at school
And the last thing we have learnt. Ice lollies during subjects like Drama really do ease the pain.
Last night was one of those yucky sleepless nights. So very tired yet all I could muster was probably 40 minutes sleep. Annoyingly those 40 minutes came right at the end of the night and was brought to an all to abrupt ending with the morning homeschooling alarm.
During those zombie like hours I started writing a list of things to do this week. After getting stuck on item 1 for far too long, the list morphed into a more fruitful
What have I learned about myself during the last few weeks of this rather odd period in our history.
So here goes with my early morning facts
- I’m crap at writing To Do lists,
- Late at night I have a habit or writing LIST so that it looks like LUST,
- I can’t sleep properly,
- My old mobile phone has never worked better since it got machine washed with my clothes,
- My phone has a surprisingly good camera however it has the most annoying panorama function. The photo above took hours to do,
- I am so lucky to have that view from the garden. But what would I give for either a mountain or the sea in the distance,
- I quite enjoy most of this home schooling lark,
- Homeschooling and work are never going to be a good fit for me,
- Homeschooling and long distance running are never going to be a good fit for me,
- Homeschooling and my bank balance are never going to be a good fit for me,
- Homeschooling, my bank balance and holidays are never going to be a good for me,
- High petrol prices are not an issue when you don’t drive your car for 6 weeks,
- I can now make my own pizza bases as long as they are square shaped. Round is beyond me,
- I can fill a freezer up real quick when I start saving leftover food,
- A dairy and gluten free diet is a pain in the arse when the shops sell out of specialist diet ranges,
- I miss football on the telly,
- I miss alpine sports on the telly,
- I hate the news now. I miss the days of moaning about Brexit,
- I’m a barnpot yet I would do a better job of running our country than the clowns currently in charge. Apparently it’s ok for a Prime Minister to miss FIVE emergency meetings and have weekends off during a national emergency,
- My Son knows more than I do,
- Receiving a parcel from Amazon now feels as dangerous as trying to change a fuel rod in a nuclear reactor,
- Not being able to get Sons favourite Soup, Beans, Skinless Sausages and Pasta is one of the most stressful things in the world,
- I must be really vexing to live with,
- Cheap tea bags taste the same regardless of how many times I reuse them,
- Using Yorkshire Slang Words gets me put on the Spam Naughty List,
- At some stage I might have to physically talk to someone else than our son. I’m dreading that thought,
- You can still get colds if you are isolating from the outside world,
- When I’m carefully stood in my designated 2m queuing area why can’t I stop thinking about how long virus particles stay airborne for,
- I get so excited when I see an aeroplane now that I must rush to check where it’s flying to,
- I haven’t combed my hair in 6 weeks,
- Where does all the so called spare time disappear when I’m on lockdown,
- The more I learn German the less I can remember of French. It’s as if for every new German word entering my brain, a French one has to pop out to make space,
- I will even talk to slugs these days,
- Don’t set up a darts challenge with your son then at the last minute realise you don’t have a dartboard or darts,
- The Government and Chief Executives of major companies only email me when there is a pandemic going on,
- I still hate U2,
- I want to live in Switzerland
- I’m still a widow. Or as my Predictive Text tries to type – I am still a window,
- These days it really doesn’t matter if I put my pants on back to front.
He survived his challenges today. Staggeringly our French telling the time trick probably picked up a few marks. To be fair to school son was provided with a scribe for the English exam. No scribe for French. Will have to find out why.
I survived today’s challenges. Made it out in one piece from the bizarro world which was work. Then made it round the 12k run. Once again the view helped lift the soul.
Well clearly the bizarro work world had rubbed off on to me. On the run I was listening to my German language course. It seemed to be the right thing to do as son would be currently sitting his French exam. It was basically going in one ear and straight out of the other one. A passing cyclist then flagged me down and asked if I knew where the nearest cafe was. I suspect he wasn’t expecting the following response.
“Guten Tag. Es ist diese Straße runter. Über 5 Kilometer”
As I noticed the cyclist’s bewildered I just repeated my amateurish German but this time a bit slower and a bit louder. Then it dawned on me. What a wally. All very embarrassing. What was even more embarrassing was that when I finally switched to English I’m not sure the cyclist was any more the wiser. Although we where in Yorkshire he clearly didn’t understand my Yorkshire accent. As we speak the poor man is probably lost somewhere on the moors cursing that useless German in his pink leggings. Still it took my mind off Son’s ongoing French based anxieties.
I will leave the last words to a modern day Philosopher.
“Well Dad I survived. The problem with the French Exam was that it’s basically in French. English is hard enough but French. It might as well have been in a foreign language.”
You get sone days when running is particularly tough. Tough physically and certainly tough mentally. On those days I need to set mini goals to tick off on my run. Memory tricks to convince the body to keep going. On this route it’s to reach 9k. At 9k I get this view. Doesn’t matter how many times my little legs take me past here, this view never fails to deliver. The view is lost way too soon and it’s back on the slog again. A couple of hill climbs are fast approaching. I’m not the spring chicken I once was. Those hills hurt. Currently the only thing that works (apart from using a car) is to count. When the climb starts it’s about counting from 1 to 100. The deal is that I can only stop running up the hill at 100. So far every time I have got to 99 I have reset the count back to 1. Don’t say 100 or skip past it really quickly and I must keep going for a while longer.
These little tricks help me. Now we are searching for another one.
We all have blind spots.
One of mine was historical dates. I’m normally good with numbers. I can memorise phone numbers really well yet I just can’t remember dates. As hard as I try those dates just won’t stick.
Son has a few blind spots. He’s good with numbers but can’t get his head around decimal places. Ask him to work out 24×37 and he can do it ever so quickly. Yet ask him to add 1.3 and 3.8 and it’s impossible. Whatever we try just doesn’t work.
He can remember dates with ease yet times are a different matter. He struggles with the concept of time. He struggles to tell the time. Digital clocks are problematic while analog clocks are impossible. Everything we have tried has basically failed. So now we come to this Sunday.
It’s the Year 8 French Exam tomorrow. One of the areas which is bound to come up is telling the time in French.
“Dad if I can’t tell the time in my own language what chance do I have in telling the time in something which probably isn’t even my second language.”
Everything we have tried has failed. In the end we settled on an educated guess approach.
Learn parrot fashion il est ….. heures ….
Then assuming he can’t work out the right time in English he will put the first number he sees (converted to French) after heures and the second number before. If he can only see one number then that goes before heures. That gives him a chance. Ok it doesn’t work with every time but it’s the best he can manage. He’s found his own way of trying to get through this challenge. It convinced him that if he’s sees time questions then he still has a chance. It’s worth having a go. Gives him hope and belief.
So tomorrow at the same time he is enduring his exam I will go for a run. I will suffer with him. Let’s hope both our memory tricks work.