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The path

Just before the Saints leave, I was visiting the school to see my colleagues and make some dictionaries cluttering my cabinets: they make it more useful to students in class.
addition to this special time of day holiday on Friday afternoon is generally a quiet time without the supervision of the other afternoons, we had also chosen some time to share a cake between us. Probably the only time we could find, the school had never anticipated the need for team meeting, we did an informal and friendly way.

So here I find this road so often traveled. Station in my village, connections and these stairs, the corridors, these docks so often surveyed the small train station is 10 minutes from the school and walked the rest ... as usual!
I found lots of memories, these small streets of a wealthy neighborhood and Circular Avenue which borders the park area of the Observatory, this beautiful avenue that I could see in all its forms: as rain in the night, at dawn or sun depending on the season already. I have so often crossed themselves joggers, the same student who turned a cross street by lighting his cigarette with a few cats, horrible memory, was crushed before my eyes, another victim of the road: a fox crashed in the middle of the avenue, but also much lighter, the memory of squirrels gravity is playing and running on the trunks of trees as easily as the branches and leaping nimbly from one tree to another. At the end of winter, the hammering of the woodpecker that resonates deep within the park.
I have felt the smell of humus, fungi, plants unidentified or identified as the characteristic wild garlic.
I saw beautiful skies, the Moon in all its aspects, grand theft herons ...
Thus, the road work can conceal real gifts that inform, if not the day, at least the first few hours.
The best memory is a bit: the astronomers predicted a rain of asteroids on a particular date but as a rain - they said - that time was proportional to the "night of stars" like a firework compared a firefly. When I got up the day before my gaze falls upon a shooting star and then another and another. It was fantastic, I had never seen so many! After my shower, it was always the party up there ... I take the way to school, it continues. Astronomers had been mistaken for one day and I am privileged to have benefited from the event. No colleague had noticed nothing. The next day, the official date, there was nothing to see.

I seldom able to share these pleasures. First, because I did this trip alone and then because my colleagues do not seem to share the same path as me or the same sky.
No herons in their world or wild garlic or crescent moon, no woodpecker, no squirrel, no stars. Well, believe me or not, but I prefer my world to theirs!


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• fungus attacking a tree. This last struck a year and a half after the house where he was eaten at the base by fungi

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The Ugly Duckling

(this article follows the previous one)

was one of our students in the second. A real brat!
She had a pig character: arrogant, nasty, hurtful ... She missed her
year and, as we did not know what to do with her and her disciplinary record as a thick book, it was placed at the door.
The following year, another school, it is not better.

The last time I saw her shortly after his departure from home, so she was in her other school, but one morning she came into the class of her friends, at "us" and heckling , Supervisor the exit, I told him, once again, seeing out the cigarette in hand, you can not smoke in school, she replied "Shut up, you have nothing to say to me, I am no longer in this school shit. "

After two second, it follows a line of education / training but keeps his job only two years, still unlivable and demanding towards his employer.
What can we do well with someone like that?
What could it be?

few weeks ago, I received a friend request on Facebook. It's her.
She is 20 years now. She has a CEB: a certificate of basic studies, ie a paper that certifies that it has succeeded in his primary school ....

She recounts her journey through long messages with a beautiful language and faultless spelling. It is a pleasure to read, not only for the fluidity of expression but also for its history. I'm not at all in front of this child but unbearable to a young woman who told me about it - the little girl - almost like another person with a maturity that many might envy, with a beautiful vision.
Moreover, she still bears the burden of shame over this little minx who has yet nothing to do with the adult she has become.
What happened? I do not know if this is a day she had a click, she realized she would get nowhere, she sabotaged herself and she was plucked off the execrable kid. I do not know yet if the second birth was easy or the fruit of great efforts, but the result is spectacular and his dream is to get re-entering the circuit studies for a degree in psychology to help them ... Kids!

I do not say anything she told me, I just wanted to mention that this contact is one of the most beautiful and moving than Facebook I've been given. In retrospect, I think also to A. I'm talking about at the beginning of the blog: A. also experienced this particular moment, this catch where everything changes and where the rebellion, anger, aggression or opposition and provocation are giving way to behave more harmonious, fairer.

We've all probably known among ourselves these jumps of maturity for some it is smooth, while in others once.

This reminds me of the most dramatic cases, including this young man, Adam, who has killed another, Jo, for stealing his "MP3". Who knows if he too will not have this trigger which will open its eyes to the horror of his own actions? Maybe it already happened even before the trial. It is perhaps more a murderer that tried and convicted but a repentant anything to, failing to repair the irreparable, try to spend the rest of his life so that others "Adam" avoid to stray into the horror.

Recent history does not lack examples of people who suddenly had this vision and left the "middle" to pursue delinquent youth to open his eyes, to extract turn up to these young people of the small or big crime before they commit the irreparable.

In my recent readings, I found such examples: Matthieu Ricard quotes that dangerous convicts suddenly lively compassion during his incarceration and then Henderickx Patrick, in his autobiographical "The Three Steps "and" word "proves himself a repentant

I thank the person primarily concerned by this paper for allowing me to mention his desire to change history without even a comma

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Facebook

Some of my colleagues had made a member of the large Facebook community. A talk, they aroused my curiosity. I signed up four months ago without knowing the interest to do otherwise, for example, see pictures of the baby of a colleague.

For those who do not know yet what is Facebook, say to sum this is a site where it falls under his real name. Former friends can find you and find yourself, then you must make the effort to move your "friendship" and the other accepts, you are part of their circle of friends, you have access to the data they want to leave it on the Internet: artistic tastes, attended, political or religious, different things that characterize them or anything; photos, too ...
I found myself with old friends whom I lost contact for years with great joy. Facebook is a nice tool.

I became friends with some colleagues and students at the school and the old saw me and started asking me also to be their friend. And it does not stop.

So that in recent weeks I am overwhelmed with "friendship" of pupils and "old" show me their sympathy and it is heartwarming to read, for some recognition of what I brought them and beyond what I could suspect. My wife found the formula "that gives meaning to my career" and I testify my gratitude for my having expressed so warmly.

On the other hand, these contacts extend school relationship, one that 's so abruptly stops once ... Our "mission" filled after Rhaeto for most of them when it starts getting really exciting.

I thus find students who continue their path (not always very linear, but move closer to their vocation more authentic) Others are already deeply engaged in their professional lives. Some of the prestigious courses of other modest but this is not what makes the value of man or woman they have become and I will talk soon with perhaps as much sympathy and admiration of a director of feature film as a supermarket worker, who both have made contact with me.

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The "temperamental" (!)

was 1982 or 83. I worked in a renowned athenaeum an upscale neighborhood of Brussels. In that school discipline was not a big concern but, as everywhere, we were sometimes put the record straight with some students.

This time, it was C. who had crossed the line. Was he aggressive? Hateful? Disrespectful? Vulgar? A bit of all this? I do not know, 25 years ago ... But I remember very well have been found and after my remarks, I heard that answer I'll never forget: " ... but that's okay, I'm temperamental "

Fantastic! Everything is explained: The gentleman is temperamental! And of course, therefore, must either accept that Mr angry, violent, irreverent, unpredictable, rude, vulgar ... Rightly so: it is temperamental!

's a handy label that will keep him a lifelong disability social disempowerment of mischief he could do or say.

We all have our qualities (our facilities) and our defects (small or big handicaps) and our responsibility is not really engaged in what we received at birth, but saperlipopette! our responsibility is positively engaged with regard to our evolution we are masters.

And I am somewhat puzzled by those who allowed him to think that HE, C. IS temperamental rather than telling him he had an attitude of temperamental. This grade would have allowed him to deal more easily with its weaknesses. We fight more easily than its faults yourself!

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Sometimes, it is expected to receive a gift but it was with some trepidation that one wonders how ridiculous gift is likely to arise and there are concerns about having to do good in front of the generous person, full of good intentions, you chose it collects dust a little kitsch, this object useless, uninteresting book ...

In "my" grammar school, it is customary for colleagues offer a personal gift for special occasions: wedding, birth, long-term illness ... and departure (pre-) retirement.

What should I expect? ...

... a fantastic surprise!

The two books that I received my feelings are totally philosophical, points of interest that have little to do with school (quoique. ..) but my colleagues were able to perceive. These books, I could have if I want Having had the stall of a bookseller. My colleagues - or, in any case their delegate - found them for me and me to discover.

This gift proves, if it were needed, that beyond the purely professional relationship, in the background, other relationships are forged so much more personal!

I thank you sincerely and heartily for these gifts, but also throughout my presence among you for those fleeting moments of a caring word, a knowing glance, a share, a benevolent gesture, while which makes it the lightest day of work and careers.

PZ On the last day Career

FYI, I see that this "post" is dated Thursday "Blogspot".
He, in fact, filed Friday morning around 8am , my last day working at the Athenaeum

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The Gift of True False

To continue about cheating, a student (call it 'B. ") reminds me of that incident that happened to him at first, a few years ago.

Dutch was not his favorite course and she was experiencing serious difficulties but in all likelihood, B. was kind of student whose memory was an asset in some cases: she learned almost by heart, a text worked in the classroom in the hope that it would be useful in one way or another to the review . It therefore meets

somehow different exercises and then comes to writing. From memory, she throws on a piece of draft text seen in class thinking I could use in the structure, even, perhaps, whole sentences, to restore a semblance of editorial that could bring him some points. As I said, in Dutch, B. is more comfortable in restitution only in creation.

But now that the supervisor-educator who watched ... ie a P apa . _{Z ulu} . picking up the copies, notes the presence of a sheet a little odd in the block B. He looks closer and sees that it is a text that has no real connection with the review: this is not the subject of writing, the ink color was very different If I remember correctly. In short, it looked like furiously to a leaf that had slipped there for use during the examination, as so many unscrupulous students.

So convinced by this interpretation facts that I collect the leaves of B., review, and of course the paper in question, to give them to the professor with my comments (I always let the teacher decide the tariff of sanctions, when I watch).

B. is desperate, she explains, insists, not sure what to do to convince me and stretched resources, crying before the dishonor of the bitter failure predictable.

It's simple: I find myself so often in front of students who deny the obvious when I saw this absolutely does not lend to confusion when, eg I Having an exchange of leaves, I see Unlike writing and back to the author of the paper found in another. Or play: "It's not me who threw it on the ground / I spit that ..." ... or still under review when I ask for silence, the students I see and hear clearly "But no, sir, I do not speak!"

A benign fault sometimes compounded by the lies and undermines the student. Moreover, it is not "psychologist": it does as boring prof or supervisor who could punish him more.

My first thought was, therefore, to cling to my interpretation facts and believe that B. I told stories to save his review.

But still ...

end I doubt it. And if it was sincere? Myself, when I was student, I have not been the victim of deceptive appearances? I returned to see the teacher to express my perplexity version of B. finally no less plausible than my interpretation.

B. that reminds me of this episode tells me that ultimately it was arranged, her teacher believed her, or at least gave him the benefit of the doubt. How B. tells me the story now completed my convinced of his good faith, but why do I have worked so hard to believe, picking up his review?

They are often lies firmly told coldly staring into the eyes that make me automatically suspicious at all that a student can tell me. No, I do think more office and it is unfortunate that students suffer and honest attitude of others who do not hesitate to let me swallow their salads ... finally trying!

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Written test!

He often was asked to supervise examinations or written questions to even be assessor exams. The memory The most unusual is that this oral French in the candlelight, a December morning, the day had not yet risen and the local power outage remains unresolved. What a great atmosphere to evoke the Romantics!

Regarding the writing is frankly boring. I can try to locate the left and after two or three per class, the statistics are true but that does not meet the two-hour examination or the morning ...

An important task is to prevent students from cheating. A game where the vigilance of one must defeat the wiles of others. I

therefore tried to give students the honest belief that cheating does not pay, why I had to stop shady maneuvers and it is difficult to separate things: a sidelong glance is often a curiosity to see if the neighbor s 'comes out easily, a little more support, this may be a "looking for inspiration! Better safe than sorry and avoid ambiguous situations of a sheet a bit too middle of the table, for example.

techniques are not lacking, I personally witnessed the exchange of papers (exchange of drafts, small corner torn, to jet a bold patty paper over open on his knees, under leaves during the exam paper or among the leaves for the drafts, notepaper covered with barely legible notes in pencil hard into the wee summary miniaturized. In this case, note the progress of technology which, through the copier or printer, to reduce them to wish while multiplying in the environment for friends, it is still necessary to use them skillfully and make them disappear at the first alarm. In this connection, I remember this student "undrinkable" who, seeing me coming, took away his "copy it" behind his belt, squarely in his pants with an attitude of defiance as if to say "... and then you come to look? "Remembrance

latest: this girl Rhaeto among sixty students in a large room, surprised the phone open physics exam:" It's my mom "she said innocently while clinging to his GSM taking offense that I might want him to forfeit.

It goes without saying that I person incentive to do so, if I tell you, because I could surprise these facts (and I do not quote them all) When I fall

on an act of cheating, I collect evidence incriminating or I say I will bring the facts the teacher I supervise the review, there is no aggression in my expression, "you tried that failed" and sometimes even a little humor peppering my remarks probably to defuse the seriousness of the situation, but I sincerely for the trouble of seeing the distress of one who as the tragic consequences that his actions will have on the assessment of his work. Even though I tried not to seem to leave, I often had the heart to hit the entreaties, promises not to repeat the tears ...

other hand, I recognize very well have been let go number of successful attempts. Come on, you're done, I am no longer in education, you can entrust me with a good story where you can brag about me fooled!

is for you to discuss your memories!

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Postcard

Postcard perhaps not aesthetic ... But it made me smile.

I captured this image on holiday in the Jura (Dept. t 39) in the parking lot of a supermarket. Clearly this teacher was appreciated by his students "2 of 3" (we would say ^e 4 C), against history does not say if she liked the way they express their appreciation, she was so flattering.

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Meeting

was on 2 July on the station platform Ottignies.
I see coming toward me, his face vaguely familiar. I must admit that my memory is slow, especially to exhume one or the other student among the thousands that I saw go throughout my career. I have to rummage through all my archives neuronal and with the order I have it takes me a while (well. .. some time!) Was
A. I never saw that in a year: his first. It must refresh my memory and then explains that it does more silly escapades since his last, plus a charge of theft of a professor (one day she was absent!) earned him kicked out of his school.

I am before a young girl of 15 dressed in black, to nail a piercing in the language that shines when she laughs. She is calm, playful and rather we feel her some personality, but I do not feel the shadow of a cunning and, as I remember it was never dishonest.

She said she then decided not to make "nonsense." And it says I have changed.
it ... "changed" ... ? ? ?
This puzzled me.
Me, I found her like and she said to have changed.
She confirmed, and also adds emphasis to be happy.
Clearly, for her, there was a radical change while in my eyes, no. Why this difference of view?

His behavior "limit" (smoking illegal things, eg) was it really her as she thinks, or just a search, a transgression, a test ...?
From my viewpoint, we can actually give inappropriate behavior, inharmonious without really changing what is really. Because at. I seem to have acquired from childhood clear benchmarks and has not the slightest shadow of evil in it. Basically, I'm sure she is a girl mature sound. And that is precisely why, when she made "nonsense", she was able to react and find the right thread, and it is still probably why she is satisfied, because his behavior is similar more of what it actually is because it is more harmonious, more just more true ....

For me, it's not her that changed, it's just something in his behavior, his way to act in his choice.
It still has the opportunity to go for the best in itself is a choice ...

Living in accordance with his true personality is so much easier but it requires you to know, and that, it takes time!

A, continues like this, become yourself, discovering even more, and let us discover your true personality.
Happy New Year in your new school.

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Reflections and farewell to a supervisor-educator

Indeed, the rumored for some time

personal reasons and family encouraged me to think about but then to take the step ... I hesitated, I do not hide it but you are done, I will be "pre-retired" and will not return to school in September. I'm going but not without regret.

course, my work supervisor-teacher does not lack repulsive sides, I think some tedious administration or some of you, young "rebels", which you measure authority, which you try to bamboozle us with your "truths" that you prefer to waste your energy (and ours) to sabotage a war of attrition in which, if you think sometimes be winners, this is an illusion.

Nevertheless, I sometimes had the satisfaction of thinking that I had been there at the right place at the right time with the intuition of right speech, one that will permit an awareness important to my partner . More modestly, I also, how many times could give solace to the heart of one of you hurt by too strong a word from a professor (often at the exclusion of course.) Or clumsy word. I hope my colleagues will also be able to catch up with any possible awkwardness that I could commit.

Other nice aspects: what are the hellos, smiles, not to mention the understanding displayed by the majority is not always comfortable my role is to strike some reasons to account for absences and delays, to punish them. Before our mistakes as well, since in the sum of factors involved in such accounts, he would sometimes slyly slips one or the other.

Since the rumors of my departure circulated, I received messages of sympathy that makes me really warms my heart and I will keep as evidence of your sympathy card here full of signatures and cordiality, there are some drawings collected tout au long de ma carrière (je pense en particulier à ma « collection » de caricatures!), je pense aussi à tous ces bisous de fin d'année, ceux de ce dernier vendredi de cours pour la 6C, trésors bien éphémères... à moins de les enfermer dans le coffre de mon coeur.

Merci pour tout cela et tant d'autres petites perles...

Et puis, il me restera aussi des souvenirs de l'un ou l'autre d'entre-vous que le hasard de circonstances particulières m'aura permis d'approcher plus personnellement, ceux aussi dont je me souviens de leur première à leur Rhaeto (*) . There are those who have me surprised by their talent not always school: musical talent, talented designer, about their wisdom and reflection unexpected for "adolescents". In this regard, I must confess that there was even a student in front of which I was totally intimidated or uncomfortable but fascinating as its maturity at 16, 17 years seemed to exceed that of his classmates and even number of adults.

My career in teaching have me in any case allowed to see the maturity, you win often - fortunately, not always - at the cost of difficulties personal, you will learn through reflection forced to understand and overcome a malaise, difficulty, and this will take you to observe human nature and to understand so many things ... (why so few of you are reluctant to meet with the PMS, nice free tool at your disposal, which could help you more quickly understand the dynamics of family relationships and human responses that you face?)

I was sensitive to the distress that seem to live some of you for myself was in the reduction in my late teens. I could that better imagine the weight that some are weeks, months.

I saw and dragged their sad mood throughout our hallways and it grieved me but fortunately, I have seen others resolutely optimistic, cheerful and smiling and delighted me sound gay .

There were times (and this happen to me again) to fix one of you, the first who passed me and tell me fascinated: "That's a whole Universe

What fascinated me when I looked, it was not only to find myself in front of everything you were already, your sensitivity, your sorrows and your hopes, all the falls and all the daily victories ... everything! And it's huge! ... But also to your potential yet unrealized. Everything is already in you, the genes that are those of your children, you embody the values and characteristics that will make your adult, your intelligence, memory, this powerful tool that has yet to garnish with some knowledge and observations. Everything is there in front of me but neither you nor I know yet how this will develop. That is why I am so happy when I see (an) old (not) come up to me shaking hands with a child and say "this is my little boy, I have this job ... "So you are not condemned to remain permanent adolescents, also sometimes you show me your future. ( Do not want me not to be spontaneous when we meet: it is because I saw so many faces and names that my memory is full and often says pass!)

For cons, I understand that you are anxious about the future, often in fact, is the anguish of your parents that resonates with you, they who want the best for you.

parents, they what they can ...

"People do what they can," said my wife one day during a conversation. I will never forget this phrase that gives everyone the right to imperfection, error. Other but not to oneself that this is not the occasion of self indulgence! We cultivate our qualities but also correct our faults, overcome our weaknesses. Nobody is perfect, a relative, friend, colleague disappoints you? Everyone has the right to make mistakes, forgive him, you too will perhaps show awkwardness one day ...

Our students have reached the age where all issues arise and they still have no answer! Will I find the perfect partner? Will I get my education? Will I find employment? ... Yes, seen like that is scary! So do otherwise. Tell yourself that life is quite short like that, do not project from this perspective of a future where all issues collide and crash on each other, live as your present. The difficulties, if any, appear one after the other and you have enough time to address each in turn.

If my advice to you is that of not wanting to be answered at once, ah! impetuous youth! Live in the present, do not be impatient, there are issues, let time make the answers remain open, simply ... is remaining open and attentive as you'll pass these responses, perhaps also some arriving even before you could not formulate the question.

At this point let me tell you a secret: "The secret of happiness is ... know each other! "It's silly, but it takes years. It is often through the other one becomes aware of what we are but we have not yet realized the values that have been stifled or remained buried in itself. Just as someone shows them. When one really knows, what stability, what security, what it brings serenity.

We need others. We are all different times and all the same!

you go account of this curious phenomenon: the distance between you and me is bigger than me to you.

It is not very mathematical (or physical) but it's real for me, childhood, adolescence and adulthood are demystified. I knew all the steps. For you, childhood: OK, adolescence, well ... it is perhaps still too close for that, as an adult - that I represent - it is unknown to you. I went through these stages, I myself have children and grandchildren. That's why I leave that to my students are young people engaging I feel so close and I loved my children like - mine have almost thirty - in ... less strong, of course, but still some and I saw us leave at the end of each Rhaeto, the ones I had followed for several years, since the first times I saw them from not without a hint of emotion.

Now I leave you all, emotion is even more intense.

You wished me a happy (early) retirement but you have a whole life ahead of you, it's mostly me show you my best wishes: that she is rich, full and happy!

PZ

Villers la Ville, June 22, 2008

(*) for readers who are not Belgian, the Belgian education system consists of two slices six years: the school "Primary" or "core" of 6 to 11 years and high school: the grammar school, aged 11-12 years to 17-18 years (not to mention the repeaters which I served, should I confess ?) The sixth and last year is called the "rhetoric".