Πέμπτη, 24 Μαΐου 2012

Mission completed



We've moved shop! It took us 14 hours,10 people( four men to move the furniture, one to dismantle them, three people especially there to move the plants-each plant pot weights around 70 kilos!-two drivers, my brother in  law and my three oldest kids et moi to tackle the whole thing in just one day












my kids helped a lot


Κυριακή, 20 Μαΐου 2012

Enjoy the Ride







In life we do things, some we wish we had never done. Some we wish we could replay a million times in our heads. But they all makes us who we are and in the end they shape every detail about us. If we were to reverse any of them, we wouldn't be the person we are. Just live, makes mistakes, have wonderful memories, but never ever second guess who you are, where you have been and most importantly where you are going.






                                                             
                                                            Love, peace and enjoying the ride
                                                                              Eirini

Σάββατο, 19 Μαΐου 2012

Lessons in Compassion

    

 "As you have done it to these the least of my brethren, you have done it unto me" (Matthew 25:40)

"It is a lonely existence to be a child with a disability which no-one can see or understand, you exasperate your teachers, you disappoint your parents, and worst of all you know that you are not just stupid."
-- Susan Hampshire



About five years agoI had my first teaching experience at a school for teenagers with mental disabilities. It was during my brief career-one and a half year before I handed in my resignation, to be precise - teaching in a state school. I was still on maternity leave after giving birth to Achilleas,my youngest, there was still a three week time to go before I'd be due to teach in a regular high school. But the district supervisor called me in and said they were short of stuff and really,couldnt I just help for a while by cutting my maternity leave short?

 I was asked first because of the nature of the job, which would have to be chosen and not imposed. It was really a matter of four weeks, he said, no more than that , until this other regular teacher that was on leave would return to her post. Then I'd be able to go teach in a 'normal' high school in my neighborhood ( there was this law that stated that teachers with more than three kids had the privilidge of teaching in their own town).

I thought it would be an interesting experience.Teaching English to teenage kids with mental disabilities? Why on earth not? I had no experience or training whatsoever in teaching kids with special needs, but it seemed this was not a prerequisite. I was told their mental disabilities varied,that it was deemed of not the severe kind, whatever that meant. I just said yes,because I am all for trying new things and because frankly I like teenagers, they're my favourite group of kids, with or without disabilities.

So it is my first day at that special school. I am at the headmistress's office. She is kind and smiling. She's showing me a notebook where the previous teacher wrote her lesson plans. It read: 'The alphabet ,The numbers,Countable-Uncountable nouns'. A sigh of relief on my part. So they do know something after all. Suddenly the song I've prepared for that day seems inadequate but oh,well,I'll improvise. Somehow.

Then the nice headmistress hands me a key. I ask what this is for.''To lock yourself and the kids in your classroom'',she explains matter-of-factly. I stare at her, blank expression of incomprehension on my face. She goes on to explain how some of the kids have this tendency to sneak out of the classroom in the middle of the lesson, stroll in the corridors or even end up in other people's classes. No amount of scolding, rewards or punishment works, simply because they are not lacking in good intentions, they are lacking in concentration and impulsivity management skills.

 I take my key, my cd player and my own good intentions and head for the classroom. Walking down the corridor, my inner little devil whispers in my ear, in a cartoon-like manner:'' So is this why you left your precious school in other people's hands, to spend your days locked up in a classroom with a bunch of retarded kids? Well done,Eirini....''

I determinedly brush the little devil aside and walk on. A bunch of boisterous kids are waiting for me at the end of the corridor, curious faces beaming at me. They let me in and as I go on to lock the door and introduce myself, 14 teenage faces (9 boys and 3 girls) eagerly look on, submitting me and my attire to the strictest scrutiny. While we are in the middle of getting to know each other's names, the two tallest kids at the back start fighting, first they exchange verbal abuse then it's on to real action. I rush to the back of the classroom to keep them apart, while a boy warns me ''let them be Miss, they always do that''..

When they are done fighting and I get back to my desk,a whiny voice complains loudly about having misplaced her notebook while another boy shouts a swear word at noone in particular, then grinns at me sweetly. Then another girl comes up to my desk and loudly announces that she needs to go to the toilet,  right now or else she'll do it in her pants. I look for the door key to unlock the door and escort her to the toilet, but the damn key is not on the desk next to my books where I last put it! No doubt smuggled by one of the little rascals. The sweet girl that has to 'go' says 'Its OK, Miss, I'll waaaait''.As another fight seems imminent at the back of the class, I try to distract them by playing the song I have chosen for today, but when I try to plug in the CD player I realise that all the sockets in the classroom have safety plugs and to unplug them I need a special key from the headmistresses office, as I am informed.

Then it dawns on me: ''Oh my gosh, I am in charge of a class of toddlers on their first day at daycare! I'll never be able to teach them anything, let alone any English..'' As the fight at the back is raging on, a tall boy starts walking to and fro 'to stretch his legs' as he says, the girl that needs to use the bathroom starts whining again that she can't hold it any longer and in the middle of all the noise a sweet girl with Down's Syndrome smiles like a cherub at me at the front row. I stand there hopeless, then my eyes mist at my inadequacy and tears of helplessness start rolling down my cheeks, which I try to hide by fumbling with the CD player.

But the boy who is strolling up and down the classroom is more perceptive than I reckoned. He comes closer, leans over me and announces ''Hey, she's cryin''. Slowly the class gets quieter. The girl that has to go comes to my desk herself. ''Why are you crying, Miss?''. No use lying. ''Because it is my first day here with you and I so wanted to teach you stuff but it seems that I am not good enough for you''.  A boy suggests'' ''Try shouting at us or sending one of us to the headmistress's. It works''. ''But shouting gives me a headache'', I admit ''and the headmistress will think I am not a good teacher if I send one of you away on my first day here''. 'Have you taught any other kids before? '' asks the girl. ''Yes I 've been teaching  for 15 years at private schools and at my own school. But it seems I am not a good teacher after all, not for you''. Dead silence.The tall boy says, tentatively ''Maybe you should try more, maybe not give up right away.'' Then, in an act of magnanimity and before I realise what's going on, he unplugs one of the sockets by using a plastic pen of his own, another boy announces that he just 'found' the classroom key on his desk and hands it to me and the girl that has to go reassures me that she can wait until break.

Then we listen to this song . Eight times in a row. And on the eighth time,we're all singing at the top of our voices.

Then the bell rings and I unlock the door. The girl that had to go, comes over and says:

'' Next time we'll try more''.

Then she grinns and off she goes.





                                                         Love, peace and compassion
                                                                     
                                                                            Eirini




Παρασκευή, 4 Μαΐου 2012

On Love




In both ancient and modern Greek there are three distinctive words for love: έρως,φιλία,αγάπη=eros,filia,agapi.
The following extracts are from  Martin Luther King, Jr’s teaching on love:

Eros..a romantic love for your mate. It’s inevitably a little selfish. You love your lover because there is something about your lover that moves you. It may be the way he talks or the way he walks or the personality or the physical beauty or the intellectual power– but it’s always based on that there’s something that attracts you.”

“Philia…intimate affection between personal friends. These are people you like. It’s reciprocal love. You love because you are loved. You love the people that you like. People that you like to sit down at the table and eat dinner with. People you dial the phone and talk to. People you go out with. This is friendship.”


“Agape…is more than romantic love… more than friendship…it’s understanding. It is creative and redeeming good will toward all men. It is the love of God operating in the human heart. It is the overflowing love which seeks nothing in return. And when you rise to love on this level, you love people who don’t move you. You love those that you don’t like. You love those whose ways are distasteful to you. You love every man because God loves him.”



For me there are only two kinds of love. One is a selfish, mean, grasping, egotistical thing which uses love for self-importance. This is the ugly and crippling kind. The other is an outpouring of everything good in you—of kindness and consideration and respect—not only the social respect of manners but the greater respect which is recognition of another person as unique and valuable. The first kind can make you sick and small and weak but the second can release in you strength, and courage and goodness and even wisdom you didn’t know you had.

If you are in love glory in it  and be very glad and grateful for it. That’s about the best thing that can happen to anyone. Don’t let anyone make it small or light to you.



                                                        Try to live up to it.






                                                                      Love ,peace and light
                                                                                   Eirini

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