Everyday, we express our gratitude to various people in a multitude of everyday situations, sometimes sincerely, other times less so. As Canadian Thanksgiving is today (note the food items sprinkled throughout this post just to make you hungry), I wanted to thank those that affect my profession positively. But first, when thinking of […]
I’ve had to place a few jobs ads here and there looking for teachers and in doing so, I realised there are few options beyond local organisations and the bigger more generic job sites like Workopolis and Monster. Three problems tended to occur: 1) Some are unreasonably expensive. 2) Some get no hits. 3) Some […]
We learned. We did learn, in a spirit of vengefulness: we would give Mr. Erskine no excuses. There was nothing he wanted more than to get a foot on each of our necks–well, he would be denied the pleasure, if possible. What we really learned from him was how to cheat. It was difficult to fake the mathematics, but we spent many hours in the late afternoons cribbing up out translations of Ovid from a couple of books in Grandfather’s library–old translation by eminent Victorians, with small print and complicated vocabularies. We would get the sense of the passage from these books, then substitute other, simpler words, and add a few mistakes, to make it look as if we’d done it ourselves. Whatever we did, though, Mr. Erskine would slash up our translations with his red pencil and write savage comments in the margins. We didn’t learn much Latin, but we learned a great deal about forgery.