The published and forthcoming posts on George Whitfield in this blog — and many of those on other aspects of life at Hampton Grammar School — document the removal of one of the strands of cloth used in my own educational mummification. It is a narrow band that I am particularly happy to now see waving in the wind, and I’ve attached it as a tail to the high-dancing kite that is my life.
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Graduate level laughter
Knowing how to and feeling free to respond to people as individuals first, students of a particular field second, seems to me to be the essence of a holistic approach to education.
“A lump of shit floating down the river”
This blog is gaining momentum, but at a pace that belies the flood of memories and creative ideas that the pleasure of self-expression in this medium has unleashed.… Read more ““A lump of shit floating down the river””