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2015 beckons with excitement

A week of 2015 has passed. Already! Awwwks. :/

This was my Tweet-of-the-morning, this morning. (Will I ever get past micro blogging and onto more serious blogging? *sighs*)


Hubby took me on a lovely holiday-cum-sort-out-our-storage break in South Africa.


There was fun and laughter, family and friends. And tears for the emotional moments. Like finding this…

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and these…

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My dad…proud as punch with his grandson  / our little lady in her Christening dress

Finding myself back in Doha on Christmas day took me into the pits of despair….”Nooooo! I don’t want to be here!”

But after a week of moping (couldn’t even walk the dog!)…I was reminded of a gorgeous teapot I once saw while window-shopping with my best friend…

…it said: “BLOOM WHERE YOU ARE PLANTED”.  The moment stuck with me, since I was on my way back to Doha then too. Right, let’s do this! Get on with life in the Middle East!

2015 beckons with excitement…I don’t have to feel it in my bones, it’s a fact! 😀 We’ll be grandparents for the first time in 10 weeks from now *huge grin breaks out*; I’ll be graduating after passing my Bachelor’s degree (with distinction) *grins more widely*; joining a library association; volunteering (for practical experience); and finally, studying more on Indexing/Cataloguing. A busy year indeed! God willing!

I guess this blog will move on from recording Distance Learning experiences, to more day-to-day posts (or in my case, more month-to-month posts 😉 ), in my quest to chase my dream of finding that perfect “bookish” job.
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The SWOT analysis, SSR and an Asperger’s challenge

A month ago I shuddered when we were assigned the academic portfolio tasks. I thought, Me? Do a SWOT analysis? You’ve got to be kidding.  Two days ago I handed the completed SWOT over to the school, just for their info. Oh my word! *sighs*  It might not sound like a big thing to anyone out there, who may read this, but it was for me.  A personal achievement; proof of academic growth and professional confidence.  Woohoo! I feel good.  Now on to the ‘strategic planning for the way ahead’.  Okay.  Gulp. I can do this!

Not to say that all that is in the SWOT will make for happy reading…but that’s ok with me, because truth be told, the media centre of this particular school is stuck in the 60s!  While I spent the morning there, I had an opportunity to watch yet another (extremely) painful lesson of ‘silent reading’ for 30 minutes.  I place this in inverted commas because those Year 7s did NOT read! They stared blankly into space, laid on their arms, with some staring at the same page for the full lesson.  {You see, hidden in the stacks, it’s easy for me to observe these goings-on.} The teacher duly proceeded to mark classwork, and only when he heard a whisper did he seem to surface, separated one boy from the group and resumed his marking. The boy fumingly brooded for the rest of the lesson!  I had to wonder what was going on in this boy’s mind. For him it was a dreary 30 minutes – punishment, boring and useless. This was a missed opportunity to bring enthusiasm and discovery into a very dull mind.

I was just reading an article by Siah and Kwok (2010:168) on SSR (sustained silent reading) and discovered that it was a programme proposed and implemented in the 60s and 70s. Well, in my opinion, THAT IS WHERE IT BELONGS!  But then, some say there are those who appreciate and benefit from it. Really?! Maybe those from privileged or professional families, where parents are academically minded; or where parents are readers, engaged with their children – reading WITH them, reading TO them.  Perhaps my loathing of SSR is because I’ve only had opportunity to witness it here, in a non-reading culture. It does not work here. 

What’s that I hear? Teacher’s tired?  Oh, right, the last day of the week is a challenge? It’s a lesson ‘off’ for the teacher!  A chance to catch up on marking perhaps? A chance to gossip with the librarian?  Or rather, a chance to show how well you can punish, or embarrass, the individual who hates reading. 

Talking of hating reading…a statistic I saw last week, claimed that 1 in 50 children are being diagnosed with Autism/Asperger’s Disorder (no, it’s NOT a disease). Do teachers know the symptoms?  Would they know when they are confronted with a child with Asperger’s?  I think not.  Mainstream teachers are not supposed to encounter special needs. Yet they are! In increasing numbers!  With that rate of diagnosis, they’re in almost every other class, and counting those who are undiagnosed, you can bet your bottom dollar – they’re in every class today!  And, dear librarians, they’re in your library every day. And for the most part, they hate reading.

What qualifies me to talk so knowingly about Autism/Asperger’s?  Well, you see, our son was diagnosed only 18 months ago, at the age of 28!  All his life he was different. Normal, yet different!  He was odd. On another planet. (Aren’t we all, say the wise-cracks.) All his life he battled at school.  Hated reading, hated speaking.  Played differently, couldn’t cope with theory. Quietly observed life go on around him, with a question mark all over his face, wanting to be out, flying on his bike… Whenever we followed advice to take him for a diagnosis, there was none.  He’ll come by, they said.  He’s a late developer, they countered.  It’s neurological…speech dyslexia! Abused! said one. Naughty! said another. And finally, at the age of 18, an esteemed educational psychologist in Johannesburg told us, in front of our son, that he would not be worth anything! “Useless. Put him back in school so he can learn something!” said the man.  You see, I had refused to give up on my son, years back, and we had taken up home schooling.  (The method we followed worked very well with him, and he finished Year 12.  But that’s another story, for another day.)  This ‘professional’ only saw the word “home schooled” and was blinded by bias against it. He did not look deeper, to see the person he was testing.  He did not look into my son’s soul.  (Incidentally, my daughter was also home schooled throughout high school, and today she is a qualified primary school teacher.  A very successful one!)

Home-schooling days 2004

Home-schooling days 2004

Back to Asperger’s.  You see, no two people with autism are alike.  And with Asperger’s, some on the higher end of the spectrum are diagnosed only into their twenties, because they have learned to mask and hide the disorder, by means of coping mechanisms.  Suddenly, when they are supposed to be able to do certain things, take part in certain activities, arrange their business, hold a relationship, hold down a job – life suddenly becomes unstuck, and they cannot cope.  This is what happened to my son.  Once he lost his job, it all became clear in the year thereafter.  Asperger’s was confirmed.  If only we had known. If only specialists/teachers/doctors in South Africa during the 80s and 90s had been able to diagnose this.  But they couldn’t, didn’t.  My challenge to you, whoever you may be, is to inform yourself on Asperger’s.  Know what it is.  Sooner or later, you will encounter it.  Could be you’re already dealing with someone who has this disorder, and you don’t know why he/she is so damn frustrating.

Because we didn’t know, we sent him on to college, expected him to do what he could to build a career.  When he failed at one thing, he tried another.  After years of heartache, expenses, struggles and pain, he finally attained a Commercial Photographer’s Certificate!  His talent blossomed. Today he is a wonderful landscape photographer, brilliant at post production, without a job and an income, but attempting to build a Freelancing business. Gus 2012 
Certainly not useless! (Asperger’s people usually have a higher than average IQ.)  After 8 years of trying to ‘make it out there’, he has moved back in with us as he can’t live alone.  However, he is a person in his own right, living life to the fullest that he possibly can.  Not disabled, differently abled!

Moral of this rather lengthy post … look into a student’s eyes and see who is there.  Find what triggers his/her excitement and develop it. Connect. Information is for everyone…not only for the cooperative, obedient, few. Oh, and avoid SSR!


Aspienaut – Wired Differently. http://aspienaut.tumblr.com/post/29899297574/what-is-aspergers-a-long-answer-to-a-short-question

Siah, P & Kwok, W. 2010. The value of reading and the effectiveness of sustained silent reading. The Clearing House 83:168–174.

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Oh boy…

What have I let myself in for?  Was I naive? Can I really do this?

Last year’s journey of discovery was amazing.  Wrote in for 6 modules….got to do some volunteering at 2 different libraries, (a school and a museum library)…. it was just fantastic! By the end of the year I had to give up the volunteer jobs to be able to cope with exam prep.  Throughout all this, my home life changed dramatically – circumstances I shall blog about in the near future. But, I plodded on….prayed…plodded on….and passed.

Hello 2013….where am I in this course?  Can I call it 2/3 of the way through? No, probably not, since I still have 4/10 modules of only the 2nd Level to complete.  This year I have registered for 2 modules from the 3rd level’s requirement, and suddenly I find out what it is like to be in your final year….NO MORE POINTERS! Discover for yourself! Read, read and read!

Can I do this? Time will tell…I’m not a natural lateral/out-of-the-box thinker, and with no-one to engage in conversation during each day of hard slog, it’s going to be a challenge to stay motivated.  Oh there is the UNISA forum, but people are more interested in forming little email cliques and Whatsapp chat groups, than actually partaking in discourse on the forum.  Is this because the lecturers access the forums? Or because their English is mostly so poor. (Talking about Africa here.) Or is it because the students like to use the ‘gangsta style slang’ and not the required proper form of English grammar and spelling. Whatever! The forums don’t work! Point is, I’m on my own…the Internet and a host of blogs, journal articles and I, in deadly silence!

Sometimes I wonder why I’m doing this….but then I think of my dream – to have a profession and to do what I love – working in a library.

Right… I’ve always been up for a challenge.  This one might beat me. Will I let it?  Please God, give me the abilities I don’t have….perhaps then I’ll get through. (Oh, and while you’re about it, refresh my tired brain; it IS only January.)

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