Man I’m tired, aren’t we all says you? Yep, so when you’ve two wee lads scrapping round the house your patience is extra thin. Trying to teach them conflict resolution is tricky however. Especially when you’re poor at it yourself. But one main tenet I try emphasise is ; ‘irregardless of what went on, once you, hit you’re wrong; wrong too or just wrong on your own’, either way I’m trying to get them to understand that there are…
One of my favourite things to teach at junior cycle English is World War One poetry. Siegfried Sassoon and the tragic Wilfred Owen, in particular, provide a raw and visceral insight into the grim reality of life in the trenches. The rage and anger they felt drips off the pages by the bucketload. The haunting imagery Owen confronts us with in Dulce et Decorum Est, has the tendency to leave our jaws on the floor. Onomatopoeia has scarcely ever been so disturbing. Phrases…
As I said when I introduced this blog, the whole point of writing is to help me refrain from imposing my opinion on those who were happy in life, without having my views inflicted on them. Fair enough. I was developing an unhealthy habit; getting vexed at the fact that sometimes people don’t see things the way I do. What is wrong with them?! With some introspection, I realised that my approach was not the way to go. Whilst I…