CHANGES

I'm changing the design of my blog to get ready for the next school year. I'm "storing" last year's pages in my old blog so you can still read them if you want to. Just go to my old blog. Next I'll change the links and the students page. I'll probably delete the latter as there haven't been any updates lately.  Let me know if you would like me to keep yours.
Enjoy your summer!!

The Lottery of Life

The Non-governmental organization Save the Children has this really interesting and eye-opening website where you can try the lottery of life: What would your life be like if you were born in a different country? Try it and you'll see the differences between countries and how lucky we are compared to others. Life is so unfair, don't you think? I've tried it three times and I've been born in Senegal, China and Niger. What about you? Check it out.
The Lottery of Life

Illustration by Donata Montanari from her book Children Around the World

Goodbye and Good Luck

This is not my last post as I will continue with my blog next year but it may well be my last post as a teacher at this school. This is my goodbye post:

As you probably know by now, I will be teaching at a different school next year. It is a change I've been wishing for for a long time now. After 14 years teaching at my present school, the time has come to start again. I've come at a standstill as a teacher, with no room for improvement and completely burnt out. The path I want to follow is not the present one. I don't fit in anymore: I feel restrained and frustrated and hampered by rules and people I don't agree with and I need a complete change. But before I go I want to say this: Despite the mixed feelings I have, it's been a great ride, maybe a bit bumpy at the end but nonetheless unforgettable, and I mean that in a good way.
I've met and worked with amazing teachers: hardworking, unwavering in their dedication to students, resilient and courageous, intelligent and funny, and I could go on endlessly.
And the same can be said of my students: You have been the best thing, the ones who make this job worth it in spite of all the obstacles. As frustrating and difficult as teaching you (or trying to) has been so many times, I wouldn't change a thing. You are all unique and outstanding in your own way even if you don't know it yet and I hope you will realise soon how amazing you are. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise, not even yourselves.

This is my way of saying sorry and goodbye and good luck: with Forever Young, a wonderful song by Bob Dylan

Leonard Cohen, Prince of Asturias award for letters 2011

Today they've announced the Prince of Asturias for letters 2011, awarded to the Canadian singer-songwriter, novelist and poet Leonard Cohen. Considered one of the most influential authors of our time, his poems and songs have beautifully explored the major issues of humanity in great depth. His work often explores religion, isolation, sexuality and interpersonal relationships. Famously reclusive, having once spent several years in a Zen Buddhist monastery, and possessing a persona frequently associated with mystique, he is extremely well regarded by critics for his literary accomplishments, for the richness of his lyrics, and for producing an output of work of high artistic quality over a five-decade career.(wikipedia)
When I was a teenager I was in love with his deep voice and the messages he sent, and I still am today. Wonderful man, wonderful songs. It's been hard to choose one for this post. Let me recommend a few: Take this waltz (where he translates and puts music to Lorca and his Poet in New York), Suzanne (my first love), Hey, that's no way to say goodbye...


Here's my final choice, Hallelujah. There are different versions of this song (with slightly different lyrics) and different covers by many artists. It is maybe his most popular song and one of the best in my opinion. I'm posting one of the original videos from the 1980s. My favourite verses are not included in this version though so I'm just including them here:

There was a time you let me know
What's really going on below
But now you never show it to me, do you?
And remember when I moved in with you
The holy dove was moving too
And every breath we drew was Hallelujah

Maybe there’s a God above
But all I’ve ever learned from love
Was how to shoot at someone who outdrew you
It’s not a cry you can hear at night
It’s not somebody who has seen the light
It’s a cold and it’s a broken Hallelujah

And now, on with the song. Enjoy!



I've heard there was a secret chord
That David played, and it pleased the Lord
But you don't really care for music, do you?
It goes like this
The fourth, the fifth
The minor fall, the major lift
The baffled king composing Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah

Your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you
She tied you to a kitchen chair
She broke your throne, and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah

Baby I have been here before
I know this room, I've walked this floor
I used to live alone before I knew you.
I've seen your flag on the marble arch
Love is not a victory march
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

You say I took the name in vain
I don't even know the name
But if I did, well really, what's it to you?
There's a blaze of light in every word
It doesn't matter which you heard
The holy or the broken Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

I did my best, it wasn't much
I couldn't feel, so I tried to touch
I've told the truth, I didn't come to fool you
And even though it all went wrong
I'll stand before the Lord of Song
With nothing on my tongue but Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Leonard Cohen was inducted into the Songwriters Hall of Fame in 2010. The following is a news clip  about the event:

Thank you, Jimena!

Jimena, I hope you don't mind my writing about you here but I want to thank you in public. Because I want people to know how helpful and supportive you have been to me this year.  Your ever-present smiles, reassurances and kind words have got me through my bad days and made me believe in myself again. I've been  lucky to have you with me even if for too short a time. You are a great teacher and an amazing person. Maybe we'll work together again some time...
Thank you!

Thanks   by W. S. Merwin

 

Listen 

with the night falling we are saying thank you 

we are stopping on the bridges to bow from the railings 

we are running out of the glass rooms 

with our mouths full of food to look at the sky 

and say thank you 

we are standing by the water thanking it 

smiling by the windows looking out 

in our directions 

back from a series of hospitals back from a mugging 

after funerals we are saying thank you 

after the news of the dead 

whether or not we knew them we are saying thank you

over telephones we are saying thank you 

in doorways and in the backs of cars and in elevators 

remembering wars and the police at the door 

and the beatings on stairs we are saying thank you 

in the banks we are saying thank you 

in the faces of the officials and the rich

and of all who will never change

we go on saying thank you thank you

with the animals dying around us 

our lost feelings we are saying thank you 

with the forests falling faster than the minutes 

of our lives we are saying thank you 

with the words going out like cells of a brain 

with the cities growing over us 

we are saying thank you faster and faster 

with nobody listening we are saying thank you 

we are saying thank you and waving 

dark though it is

 Today people in the USA celebrate Memorial Day. For some, it is a day to honour loved ones who have died serving their country. For others, the national holiday is the unofficial start of summer.
When is Memorial Day? This federal holiday is observed on the last Monday of May. Whether you want to honour a fallen comrade or celebrate peace, Memorial Day Weekend is a time for remembrance and thanksgiving.
Begun as a ritual of remembrance and reconciliation after the Civil War, by the early 20th century, Memorial Day was an occasion for more general expressions of memory, as ordinary people visited the graves of their deceased relatives, whether they had served in the military or not. It also became a long weekend increasingly devoted to shopping, family get-togethers, fireworks and trips to the beach.

GRASS
by: Carl Sandburg (1878-1967)

PILE the bodies high at Austerlitz and Waterloo,

Shovel them under and let me work--

I am the grass; I cover all.

 

And pile them high at Gettysburg

And pile them high at Ypres and Verdun.

Shovel them under and let me work.

Two years, ten years, and passengers ask the conductor:

What place is this?

Where are we now?

 

I am the grass.

Let me work. 

 



Carl Sandburg (January 6, 1878 – July 22, 1967) was an American writer and editor, best known for his poetry. He won three Pulitzer Prizes, two for his poetry and another for a biography of Abraham Lincoln.

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