More Tales of the OLC

During the month, the whole of the OLC has been moved to the ground floor of the Nova College. No mean feat with all the books, DVDs and computers. We now have a very large open space instead of the double rooms between which we had to run to stop cat-fights, riots, farting and belching competitions and duels with mayonaise and ketchup loaded hamburgers as weapons. All went well and we managed to lose a lot of superflous stuff in the transfer. Like all the kiddies books that sudents need to formulate their theses on creche and kindergarten management. Having been assured that there was no demand and that everything is on Google anyway. I therefore to the Oxfam shop (twice) with my car completely full of books, stacked everywhere. On a violent bicycle-avoidance manouvre, the tower of books on the front seat collapsed all over me. At the Oxfam shop all the books spilled out into the street like fish from a trawler as I opened the door.  "And what do you have for us?" said the lady of the shop as I emerged from under a mountain of books. "Surgical boots, madam". The rows of empty shelves looked marvellous with a couple of pots of flowers. During the following days we were besieged with masses of people looking for kiddies books. I had to explain to them that we had got rid of them all because there was no demand.

It is also the time for the "werkweek" during which our young boys and girls move into a hotel and do projects together. Or something. I love this drawing from art teacher Kees  in the Werweek Journal.:

The text reads 'Find the Fridge'.

We have a few deaf students, and our young einsteins are sent to work in places where deaf people may be. It is therefore part of the education that people have a basic knowledge of the deaf hand-sign language. For example, Jennifer has gone to her teacher to seek help about her problems. She explains that because of her deafness, her classmates are often intolerant and very rude to her, and things have not been easy at home either what with her mother on the chemo and her father on the drink.

Can you work out what her teacher tells Jennifer to do?

Another challenge is to stop kids calling me Mister. "Please stop calling me Mister. Spike will do" "Oright, Mister". Or "Don't call him 'Mister'. He don't like it when we call him Mister, do you Mister. That right Mister?". The job is very tiring, but still fun. I am reminded of Madness - Lots of girls and lots of boys, lots of smells and lots of noise. Not so many boys here, but the smells are no less evident. Gotta go and stop bloodshed. Bye all.

Some things never change