Quote from Desmond Tutu.
As I read this quote I couldn’t believe the depth of truth in so few words.
When I began working in a school I had the opportunity to work with a experienced teacher called Violet. She was originally from Ghana and she controlled the class with consistency and a whispered voice. To see her teach was an honour. The loudest and most brutal child from London was putty in her hands. To hear her they had to listen carefully. Plus, as I quickly realised – she was always right. She didn’t need to raise her voice, there was an inner calmness and it was magical to watch.
In our home voices aren’t usually raised (unless I’m singing) we tend to bicker it out, not that I’m sure this is any better? However, in the classroom I only tend to raise my voice to give instructions, particularly when the students are absorbed in the previous activity.
This quote is going to find its way on to my classroom wall. As I work in an all girls school they can be LOUD. Teenagers are often full of opinions and willing to express their distaste should anyone disagree. It makes sense that we are at our most vocal during our teen years, as we find our way through societies behaviour patterns, rebel and with a little magic come out unscathed in our mid twenties.
As I age (like a fine wine) I have become quieter (but in no way quiet) the hot air of my twenties is behind me. I cringe at some of the arguments I’ve had in the past and can see that with age comes a better understanding of ourselves and as Desmond suggested – an improvement in argument.
This week I’m going to consciously listen to arguments and how loud the voice of the weaker disputer is.



Quote from the lyrics of Ariana Grande. I’m totally using this quote as an excuse to open a bottle of pink bubbles (you know for photography authenticity)
Pink Champagne is chilled, it knows when to make noise (back to the pop again) and when to settle in the glass, when to tingle of the tongue – best of all, it looks at life through rose tinted ‘glasses’ and always makes me want to dance. Its this description of life that I aspire to.
Whoop! Couldn’t wait for 2018 and #18 to coincide, it just seems right some how? The numbers are aligned and after a cluster-f*ck week at work (seriously child protection can be hard on the heart) I am celebrating this weekend…all weekend. I am celebrating for no reason other than why shouldn’t I? Mr F is currently bemused by my desire to sparkle, dance (in the kitchen), open Pink Champagne and generally savour every moment. I’m not letting his negativity stop me, why….because we all have so much to celebrate, which leads me effortlessly on to my featured bloggers post.
Quote by Wayne Dyer
Quote Anon, but I wouldn’t mind betting the writer was English.
Quote by Albert Einstein
Sometimes a blog just writes itself, this is one of those. Today I did an assembly and my message at the start was about making time to listen over the christmas break – then imagine a practical where 200 girls are sitting back to back and describing an image on the projector and you are beginning to understand the concept of chaos and how I spent 8:40am – 9am. The message (although entirely lost in the chaos) is true however, when I look back on Christmas pasts I remember the little details, the moments of hilarity, traditions and the conversations with loved ones that are no longer here.
We teach children how to walk and even though social media is so very new to us also, we need to be teaching children about social skills, perimeters and when to put the phone away. The christmas break seems a good time for this, and I will certainly be popping my i-gadgets to the side for memories this season. I also love the honestly that comes through Sophie’s post and the battle of mental health that is like a shadow to most modern day issues. So, give it a click and thank you to all our regular bloggers from #thesatsesh crew that have joined myself and