Monthly Archives: June 2010

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  • I met the person to whom I am assigned to give respite care for the next while. I think we did okay for our first meeting, but if she tells my coordinator that she didn’t like the chemistry, I won’t take it personally.
  • I got a letter from the agency where I applied to supply teach. They didn’t choose me. I’m going to assume it’s because I am only available evenings and Fridays. They probably had only so many slots and had to fill them with people who are actually available days.  It was a good experience interviewing, though, and I’m glad I took the opportunity to make myself better known to them.
  • Sylvain and I took a lovely stroll on the trail tonight; he bought me an ice cream.
  • I remembered my dreams this morning. I love remembering my dreams.
  • I am so grateful to my Waterloo friend M for giving me a little rice cooker that her friend left behind when he moved back to Taiwan. I don’t know what I would do without it.

What I learned today: how sailboats sail upwind. Wow.

Grace in Small Things 28

GiST 27 and Movie Review

  • I had insomnia last night but got to sleep late because I have a week off between terms.
  • I spent what was left of the morning working on the syllabus for the next term. I got it all mapped out, including which days we will go to the computer lab. Mind you, I KNOW the whole thing might get derailed if we don’t cover material at the pace expected, but at least I have a rough framework to follow now.
  • I helped Sylvain vacuum his newly washed van, including putting some sort of fancy shiny stuff on the tires.
  • Because Sylvain got tied up with a repair person, I decided to walk home. He came chasing after me with a bottle of water. That man takes really good care of me.
  • We had a fun date going to see Karate Kid.

My review of Karate Kid:

It’s not about Karate, it’s about Kung Fu.

Jackie Chan is hotter than Pat Morita was.

Where else are you going to find Lady Gaga and Rimsky-Korsikoff in the same soundtrack?

It was draggy in places, but we liked it.

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  • Being invited to a delicious dinner at the apartment of a friend and her new guy with another of our friends.
  • How sweet and loving their little cockapoo is.
  • The colour the sky was when S and I left there at 9:00. I told S it was the colour of the sky right before a tornado, which I should know since I’m from the tornado belt.
  • Being able to soothe and reassure my friend that no, the big black cloud toward which we are driving is not a funnel cloud. (It was smoke from a huge factory fire on the west end, though, I’m afraid to say.)
  • Feeling good all day long with zero anxiety. Sweet relief!

What I learned today: about the existence of Banksy. Thank you, Andrea.

What I shared or showed: I got something off my chest tonight that I needed to with one of my girlfriends. Most times I will let a friendship die rather than address something that bothers me, so I think tonight I made some sort of progress.

Quarto End Play and Storefront Installations

Since we can’t afford to go away this week while I’m off work, Sylvain and I are trying to think of fun but frugal ways to enjoy a staycation. We’ve been discussing various day trips we can take to area attractions, places to picnic or hike or go birding.  Our usual pattern is: 1) Sylvain–who LOVES to be in the great outdoors–thinks of an excursion to a park or scenic place. 2) I whine about mosquitos and heat and being out of shape and not having the energy for such a trip.  3) Sylvain promises to pack good snacks, keep me hydrated, etc.  4) I give in and we go.  5) I have a fabulous time and thank him for talking me into it.

Last night for some reason I found myself pondering what I would do with a staycation if I were the only one involved. That’s easy! I would spend a couple of hours in one of those grungy hip coffee places downtown that has stacks of games in a bookcase in the corner, free wi-fi and more vegetarian than meat options on the menu.  So that’s what I proposed to Sylvain.

Hey, he went for it!

Though the place was doing good business on a Sunday afternoon, there was a nice little table by a sunny window where we could sip our drinks and set up the Quarto board.  The music was good (old rock, New Age rock and alternative rock) and not turned up too high.

Inside the lid of the Quarto game we keep a running score. Sylvain tends to win more often than I do, but I intend to change that trend very soon.  I just have to work on my strategy a little!

This is the end of a game where I have declared “check mate,” or whatever check mate is in Quarto. The little dark piece sitting on the edge of the board is the piece I have just handed to Sylvain, the one he must play next.  No matter where he puts it, I win. For those of you who are geeky enough to want to know, here’s how the game is played and why I’ve won:

After paper, scissors, rock to see who goes first, player A picks up a piece and gives it to the other player to place anywhere she wants on the board. Then player B picks up any piece he wants and gives it to player A to place anywhere she wants.  The object of the game is to get four in a row (diagonally, horizontally or vertically) that are either all solid, all hollow, all blond, all dark, all tall, all short, all square or all round.

Let’s number the places, starting in the left top corner (you have to cock your head to the left) with numbers one through sixteen.  Space one is occupied by a short, square, solid blond piece. Got it?

If he places the next piece at #2 or #3, I can get four in a row whether the next piece he hands me is solid or hollow. You can see three hollows in a row and three solids in a row just waiting for the fourth piece, right?

If he puts it at #7, then there are three solids on the diagonal and the same three hollows at the bottom of the board.

He could place it at #8 so long as he then did not hand me a tall one, a light one or a hollow one. But… there are no pieces left that are short, dark and solid! Mu ha ha ha.

If he parks at nine, I win with either square or round.

Ditto space #11.

At #13, I win with either tall or short.

I was pretty proud of myself, but he turned right back around and shut me out with his next two wins. Rats.

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Next we ventured over to check out Broken City Lab‘s storefront installations.

I liked them all, but especially one where you put your feet in these two red shoe prints and talk to strangers who pass by.  They had prompts in case you couldn’t think of ways to start up conversations, like taking off your watch and asking for the time.  Other instructions included, “Make eye contact,” and “smile.”

On the way back to the van I spotted this little piece of guerrilla art or whatever you would call it:

Grace in Small Things 24

  • Today at the annual picnic one of my students and I played badminton under the shade of a large tree. I wish I had thought to have someone take our picture.
  • On the way back from a walk to get more peanuts for the squirrels, Sylvain and I passed a large honeysuckle vine growing on a chain-link fence. It was in full bloom and the fragrance made me have to stand there with my eyes closed breathing in and in and in.
  • If I look over to my right, I see the flickering lights on and around the boats and yachts.
  • I was given a free copy of this book, and it’s helping me.
  • Sylvain gives good foot rubs.

Grace in Small Things 23

  • Returning to the meditation mat this morning after many days and feeling a subtle but immediate shift in my mindset.
  • Finding out how to open a closed chakra. Thank you, Suki, for directing me to the chakra test.
  • All the lovely comments I got on my feedback forms, plus great suggestions for how to do even better this next time around.
  • A good team-building meeting with my coworkers this afternoon.
  • Being invited to the school picnic tomorrow.

Go out into the World, Little Birds, and Pronounce Your Ps Right.

Today was the last day of the 12-week session, 8 weeks of which I taught. We have a one-week break, then I start all over again.  This time I will be designing the entire syllabus from start to finish instead of picking up someone else’s syllabus partway through.

Today I did two things that nobody instructed me to do.  First, I gave them a diagnostic passage to read aloud individually so I could give them personalized feedback on what areas need most practice. While each one read, I had a checklist in front of me so I could circle and underline the sounds needing more practice.

One student needs to say her final consonants. Another needs to make a puffier initial “p” so that it doesn’t sound like a “b.” She laughed and told me that all Arab-speakers have this problem.

Next I held up and explained an end-of-session feedback form I had created for them to fill out. One area asked them to rate types of activities on a scale that ran from “hate it” to “love it.”  Types of activities means, for example: games; pair work; teacher says it, we all repeat it; etc. A second area asked them to check “yes,” “no,” or “maybe” by each of a list of topics to indicate whether they were interested in learning about said topic. Those come from the government-sanctioned curriculum and include such things as housing, food, visiting the doctor, communicating with my child’s school, Canadian culture, Canadian laws, etc.

I had two lines where they could add any other ideas for making the class better.

I explained that the feedback form should be anonymous so that they would feel free to be honest, and that one student should volunteer to put them in an envelope.  While they were filling those out, I was writing a personalized note on the diagnostic sheets.

When we were all done I told them what a joy it had been to teach them and said I hoped they would enroll again for next session. One woman asked me if she didn’t enroll in the regular English class, would she still be allowed to come to my class. I managed to keep a poker face while saying she would have to ask the registrar.  Inside I was turning little cartwheels.

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  • Class went really well, and there are only two days left in this term.
  • Discovering a can of lemonade in the freezer on a very hot and humid day.
  • I got seven US tax returns done over the past two weeks and can mail them off tomorrow. I hope the IRS will forgive my tardiness. (I don’t owe anything, and Canada is my tax home, but Uncle Sam still likes to hear from ex-pats every spring. I’ll do better from now on, I promise.)
  • Six deep purple flowers on one of my African Violets.
  • Sometimes I come home to find a note and yummy items in my fridge or freezer. The note always ends in “I love you XOXOX –Sylvain”

Gonna, Wanna, Getcha, Gotcha

I am still a long way from being able to predict which types of activities will captivate the students and which ones will bore them.  Today’s lesson captivated them.

Yesterday we learned gonna, wanna, and palatalization.

Palatalization is the phenomenon responsible for our pronouncing “tissue” with an “sh” sound. It is the same linguistic process that causes us to pronounce “question” with a “ch” sound and “gradual” with a “j” sound.

s + y = sh; t + y = ch; d + y = j  (I’ll spare you from having to learn the phonetic alphabet we use in the classes.)

Palatalization also happens across word boundaries, such as between “got” and “you.”

By looking at how “got” + “you” ends up being pronounced “gotcha,” the students ended up being able to decipher and translate back to standard English phrases such as “Ja wanna come?” and “Whereja go?” and “I’m gonna getcha!”

At first I wasn’t sure what to do on day two, but felt a second day spent reinforcing this language point would be helpful. The teacher whom I replaced had put together a binder of materials for lessons, and one thing she had for this topic was a CD of the Shania Twain song, “I’m Gonna Getcha Good.”

I couldn’t imagine that just playing the CD in class would be all that interesting.  I decided to use the blog I set up for our last visit to the language lab. I embedded an MP3 of the song and edited the HTML code so that the title of the song was not visible.  Then I typed up the lyrics, replacing every instance of “gotcha,” “getcha,” “gonna,” “betcha,” and so forth with a blank line.

Well, let me tell you, this was a huge success.  After 20 minutes I thought they would be ready to talk about the song and take up answers, but they were still glued to the headsets.  When I wrote the name of the song on the whiteboard and told them how to Google the lyrics, they were all frantically jotting that in their notes.

The ability to understand lyrics is one of the last things language learners are able to do in the second language, so perhaps this journey into understanding just one song felt empowering to them.

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We got in too late last night for me to blog. Even though it meant staying up past my bedtime, we decided to go to the International Freedom Festival, more commonly known as fireworks night. I had made it my topic in class this week and felt it would be a bit hypocritical to nudge students to come out for it if I myself had no plans to attend.

  • Carnival food: it reminds me of my childhood.
  • Cherry lemonade loaded up with real cherries on top.
  • Gorgeous weather for it.
  • Seeing all the families who come over early from Michigan to set up tents in prime viewing locations and have picnics.  It made me feel proud of our beautiful parks that draw them. Maybe nice people have something to do with it, too.
  • How much fun Sylvain and I have together no matter what we choose to do.

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  • Remembering to just sit with the buzzy bees in the chest feeling after watching this video. Thank you, Rick.
  • A wonderful father’s day with Pa. On his request, we went for a drive to Reaume Park to see the peace fountain.
  • He got his requested meal of ribs and the shorts with elastic waistbands he asked for.
  • Mama squirrel came by for her nightly snack.
  • One of the pairs of House Sparrows in the garden seems to be gearing up to raise a second brood.

What I learned today: that there is someone in the family faster at sudoku puzzles than I am. (Hi, Carmen!)

Grace in Small Things 18

  • I have a fancy new haircut thanks to Sylvain. Had Margaret been at the Sears salon, I would have come back out with the $13 number two special. But she wasn’t there yet, so he offered to pay if I would go over to Khaled instead. Now I’m all purdy.
  • I had a good shift at the hospice tonight.  I got to serve slow-cooked pot roast with carrots and onions with mashed potatoes. Ice cream and fresh strawberries for dessert.
  • It’s hot and humid. No, really; I think it reached 90 F today. I’m all sticky; but that’s okay, because it reminds me of home.
  • Sylvain and I got a year’s worth of shredding carted off to a promotional event where shredding was free.
  • I have a window unit if I decide I need it.

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  • A library book to read before bed.
  • Being invited for a delicious supper with Sylvain’s family.
  • Seeing Mama Squirrel. She came right over when I called to her. Well, I had a peanut in my hand, of course.
  • Finding lots of good samples for this week’s lesson on relaxed forms like “gonna,” “wanna,” “gotcha,” and so on in Sylvain’s Dennis the Menace comic books.
  • The smell of a sudden rain after a hot day.

El Mayor – Windsor Restaurant

We’d been hearing good things about this restaurant for a long time before we finally got around to trying it. We’re so glad we did.

First off, service was very prompt and our server friendly.  I ordered stuffed zucchini and grape leaves with yogourt. Sylvain had fattet hummus with chicken shawarma, which is a sort of casserole swimming in a yogourt tahini sauce. The bottom layer is fried pita; then come the chickpeas and shawarma.

Both our meals were, well, to die for. We just kept taking bites and making yummy noises, our eyes wide with surprise. My stuffed zucchini were so tender, you could cut them with a fork. The combination of the hint of lemon in the sauce along with the Middle Eastern style yogourt and fresh mint leaves was…wow!

His dish was not like what we call a casserole in this culture. It was almost like a soup of warm yogourt and tahini. The combination of textures was what I think makes this dish irresistible: crunchy hot fried pita on the bottom, tender whole chickpeas and well cooked chicken on top of that, then a sprinkling of toasted pine nuts and almonds with their bursts of flavour and crunchiness.

Next time he’s going to have what I had, and I’m going to have the Fatet Hummus.  Even though there was enough food for us to take home a lunch portion each, we couldn’t stop ourselves from finishing it all off in one sitting.

For dessert we chose the ricotta and honey with strawberries and bananas, which had a dusting of ground pistachios on top. Again, amazing.  Sylvain indulged in a Turkish coffee.

Once again, we forgot to bring along a proper camera, so you’ll have to make do with the phone-camera shots. There are very good pictures of their menu items on their website, though. Click the menu tab and then click “View Our Food.”

Stuffed zucchini and grape leaves with yogourt (not shown).

Fatet Hummus

Ricotta, honey, fruit and pistachios

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  • My little friend came looking for me tonight. Aw.
  • I love teaching. I cannot say that enough times. I feel like a fish that finally found water.
  • A friend made me lunch today: olive sourdough, a salad of mixed field greens with lemon poppyseed dressing and an omelet with scallions and olives. We talked about books and things.
  • My students have begun accessing from home the website I set up for them with links to good pronunciation tools.
  • Since my 11-week hospice training is over, I was able to return to Windsor Meditation Group tonight.

What I learned today: I learned to stipulate, “I want to hear nothing but English” before letting the students mill about to do an information gap activity.

English!

“ENGLISH!”  I said.

“English, English, English, English!”

Wait, maybe I should start at the beginning.

Today we started consonant clusters. We had already learned about some internal consonant clusters that native speakers simplify, such as by dropping the /d/ sound in “handsome.”  I told them about initial consonant clusters, where it’s important to pronounce every sound while not inserting any extra vowel sounds.

I passed out the day’s handout with a box at the top full of some new and some familiar soccer vocabulary: Soccer City stadium, speed, strength, sport, striker, score, Spain, Switzerland, jersey, cleats, etc.

I made three columns on the board for initial, interior and final clusters. Then I got them to shout out to me which words from the box belonged under column one. Then we filled column two and three. The purpose of this activity was just to make sure we all know what a consonant cluster is.  The second purpose of the activity was to point out that internal clusters sometimes take care of themselves because each of the consonants belongs to a different syllable. Example: busting. Yes, there is an “st,” but you can say bus-ting.  Also some final clusters become easier if the following word starts with a vowel sound. “It was the best of times.”

Next we did an oral exercise to raise awareness of the importance of not inserting vowel sounds where they don’t belong. I made them say pairs such as: prayed/parade; train/terrain; claps/collapse.  Two of my three Spanish speakers were absent, so the one who remained had to bear being picked on a bit while I tried to get her to say the following pairs differently:

It’s a very big state.  It’s a very big estate.

Do you steam them?  Do you esteem them?

I taught her two tricks to help her. One is to start with a long “ssssss” sound like a snake, then glide right into the rest of the word. Sssssstreet.  The other is to say “this treat” instead of “the street.”  You trick your brain.

Next I gave them five minutes to find all the initial consonant clusters in a passage.  When–after three minutes–some were done, I had them find the interior and final ones, too. I’m learning ways to keep my advanced students busy.

Then we took those up, practicing orally checking which words we thought started with clusters.

For the next activity, I had a surprise for them–one I knew they would love.  As luck would have it, I had exactly eight students today. I passed out the eight photos I had cut out of MacLean’s World Cup issue this week and pasted onto construction paper. I then passed around the eight captions that I had glued onto manila stock, making sure I did not give any student the caption that actually went with the picture I’d given him/her. These captions had vocabulary words and consonant clusters we’ve been learning, such as “Ivory Coast’s Didier Drogba is a strong, explosive striker.”

I then told them that the captions did not match, and they needed to get them matched up by getting up and talking to their classmates.  ”When you get them matched, bring them up here and line them up in the tray of the whiteboard,” I said.

They were soon up and milling about, happily chatting away. Then I noticed that in one pocket of the room, I was hearing A LOT of Arabic!

“ENGLISH!”  I said.

“English, English, English, English!”

With a bit of trial and error, they managed to get them all matched, at which point they seemed very proud of themselves.

I think I’m not strict enough. It was time for a tiny speech.  I told them I had spent two hours of my weekend cutting out and gluing pictures so that they could practice their ENGLISH, not so they could practice their Arabic.

I think they felt appropriately contrite.

Class ended before we got a chance to talk a lot about the pictures, so on Monday I might also have them repeat the matching activity only this time sitting with the picture hidden in their laps so that they have to describe the picture while the whole class listens. I don’t think that’s too much to ask since we’ve spent the whole week talking about soccer. Then I can have them divide into pairs to talk about one or two pictures each, then tell the class what their picture is about.

Monday we’ll start palatalization and my topic is Fireworks Night in Windsor.

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  • I remembered to fill my crisper with fresh fruit so I am not so tempted to eat crap for snacks.
  • This made me smile: the goals of the US and England re-enacted with Legos.
  • We had a good time today in the computer lab. They liked the websites I had found for them. Oops! That reminds me: I haven’t marked their webquest papers yet.
  • While I was helping Pa in the washroom, I noticed a little bottle of Old Spice on the shelf. I couldn’t help myself. That’s the scent my father wore, and I hadn’t smelled it since I was six years old. I popped off the little grey cap and tilted the white glass bottle toward the palm of my hand just like my father used to let me do while he was shaving.
  • We found a great use for the leftover peat moss we didn’t use in this year’s gardening: it keeps smell down in the compost bin.

Grace in Small Things 12

Sylvain left me alone to do more lesson planning this morning. I spent part of the time pasting pictures onto sheets of construction paper with a glue stick. They are pictures I cut from the World Cup special edition of MacLean’s. We are going to have fun in class this week!

After lunch we went for a drive over to Maidstone Conservation Area, which I’d never seen before.  It’s beautiful! The sign at the entrance to the trail said we could expect to see Silver Maple, Shagbark Hickory and oak trees up to 300 years old.

I was very glad I had brought along my field guide to the wildflowers of southern Ontario. There was almost nothing in bloom, especially under the dense forest canopy, but we managed to identify a few things as we walked along the trail and across wooden boardwalks: fringed loosestrife, common fleabane, star-flowered solomon’s seal not yet in bloom, and poison ivy.

The drive back was so peaceful. I love it when Sylvain takes the long way through the back roads instead of the fast way. We saw lots of fields of the same crop. I think it was barley.

I had the pleasure of joining his family for supper; Ma had made her famous cabbage rolls. Yummy! After supper I got to watch a bit of the match between Slovenia and Algeria.  His sister alerted me to a squirrel that isn’t as afraid of people as she is hungry for peanuts, so I came out onto the deck to see how close she would come to me.

Feeding squirrels always gives me a lift. I’m pretty sure this one is a new mom with babies somewhere judging by the appearance of her underside and how she took all the peanuts away in the same direction and took a long time to return each time.

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  • I’m having fun putting together this week’s lesson plans using the World Cup as my topic.
  • It’s hot and humid, so I am going to make my famous GAZPACHO!
  • Tonight a hospice resident who didn’t want the planned supper raved about the omelet I made him instead.
  • A delightful and very smart 9-year-old child came into the kitchen and offered to help us. We managed to find  things for her to help with, like going around all the halls closing the blinds to keep out the heat. She taught me a song to remember the months of the year in French.
  • Lemonade.