Tag: Teaching
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Whether it was the biggest classroom in Zabrze or the tiny room at the very top of Górnych Wałów, a particular favourite despite the puffing and panting required to reach it, the reaction was always the same.
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But the flicking of peel, the laughter, the sense that I had no footing at all… that tipped me over. It wasn’t the fruit. It was the sudden realisation that every instinct I’d relied on for two decades was useless here.
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I’d walk into a classroom with a bag full of cards and props, and by the end of the lesson the whiteboard looked like a cross between a Picasso sketch and a crime-scene diagram.
