Teacher’s Corner: It’s Ramadan

I am a life-long atheist. I didn’t have to deconvert  and I’d go as far as saying that I’m anti theist, because I do think that religion is a net evil in the world. But here and now I share the planet mostly with religious people and for the majority of my teaching career I’ve been teaching at schools with large Muslim populations, so I’m well used to the month of Ramadan, where Muslims fast from sunrise to sunset. Thankfully, it’s moving backwards in the year, now being in early spring and no longer in the middle of summer. Those years were pretty hard. I won’t say I’m a fan of children not eating and especially not drinking, but I also understand that it’s important for the kids. Where religion takes a backseat for most of Germany’s Christians, it’s still at the centre of most Muslim children’s identity, especially of those who arrived from Syria in recent years. It’s not just religion, it’s a piece of home.

With that in mind, it’s important to me to support my students, all my students, in growing into the best version of themselves and they can only do that when they’re feeling safe, accepted and respected. We’re talking a lot about teaching kids respect and tolerance, but many colleagues simply don’t do that themselves.

I took over a year 5 ethics class* four measly weeks ago, and this week the Muslim kids practically ambushed me during break because of one of my colleagues. During class, one of the Muslim kids had not felt well and was tired. The teacher asked him what was up, he said he was fasting, and she turned around and audibly murmured about “victim religion”, which greatly upset the kids. How, I mean how on earth can you do that to kids? Does she think that any learning was happening after that remark? And most of all, does she think those kids will trust her when she tries to teach them about humanist values? In my experience, if you turn it into an “either your religion or being part of our community” situation, their religion wins. From that point on, any new idea will be seen as an attack on their faith. Also, they’re children. They’re still closely linked to their families of origin. If you bring them into conflict with their families, you put them in a position they shouldn’t be in.

Also, in my experience, if you treat them with respect, you can set some ground rules that will be accepted. My rule is that we don’t comment on how another person practises their faith. If or when to fast, or wear a hijab, varies greatly between groups and populations, and I especially don’t need any competition about who’s the best Muslim. I tell them that if Allah is almighty, he doesn’t need 5th graders to do his work. This works well for me. They understand that this rule protects them as much as it binds them. They know that their way is accepted and tolerated, and in return they tolerate others. That’s how you actually teach those values, and not by insulting 10 year olds who can’t argue back.

 

  • In Germany school must provide religious education for Catholics and Lutheran protestants. If you don’t belong to those groups, you get ethics class. I teach them quite a lot and like them pretty well.

It’s been a Bluey kind of week

Me and the kids, we love Bluey. While the girls are officially out of the target age by about 10-12 years, they are  also in that sweet spot where they feel nostalgia for their childhood definitely being over and evaluating things from a more mature perspective. Not always the most comfortable spot to be in, as a parent. Also, it’s sometimes frightening how much the Heelers resemble our family taht we’ve been wondering if the Australian government is spying on us. Anyway, I had 10 days of no school and I actually took a week to take care of things outside of school, having pulled 50+ hours weeks ever since the year started. Which means: crafting time!

First of all, while we already have a Bluey plushie that the little one got for her birthday, we clearly needed a Bingo as well. The pattern was no problem, with the amazing Choly Knight offering one for free. What was difficult was finding three corresponding fabrics. I now have about 8 or 9 different browns and tans, because you can never tell exactly from the pics on screen. (Please don’t tell me that I should shop locally. The local fabric store has business hours that don’t work for people with jobs.) They’ll get used up eventually, I’m sure.

After that, the sewing and embroidery could start and the pattern turned out to be about 95% the same as the commercially made Bluey, because how else are you going to do that.

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Finally the Heeler sisters are united again and my little “Bingo” has a Bingo to cuddle.

Next, I had a bag that I’d gotten as a freebie. It’s a sensible shoulder bag, but it was booooring, so I added some embroidered patches.

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The only problem here is that nothing sticks to corduroy. I think I’ll have to sew them on in a few select spots.

And, last but not least, my new favourite denim jacket. I bought the jacket on a kind of Ebay for second hand clothing, because it’s difficult to get second hand stuff in my size in regular stores. While I was shopping the Kid #1 asked for some new pyjama pants and I mus say, sometimes the people on these platforms are weird. My jacket was 9 bucks including shipping, which was about the usual range, only brand name ones were priced at 20 bucks. And that jacket looks like it’s pretty new. And then there’s people who offer clearly used Aldi and Lidl pyjamas for something close to the original price… Yeah, no, I don’t think that is going to sell quickly.

Back to my jacket.

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Isn’t it the best? I wonder what the kids at school will say. I do have to strengthen my reputation as the weird teacher, and Bluey knows that I will!

P.S. Did you know that apparently some conservative moms are upset about finding out that Bluey, a blue heeler, is indeed a girl despite being, you know, blue?

German elections, quick and dirty rundown

So Germany has voted, and yes, it’s bad, but it could be a lot worse. We needed early elections after the FDP (libertarians) broke up the coalition with the SPD (labour) and the Greens. The campaigns were overshadowed by two deadly attacks by Afghani refugees, one probably with an islamist background.

First, the naked data, and yes, it looks grim:

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Source: Tagesschau

The black ones are the conservatives. Their leader worked together with the far right AfD to “stop immigration” a few weeks ago, sparking wide protests all over the country. Merz will be our next chancellor and apart from his politics, his Black Rock past and lack of experience, he is lacking the character to lead a country. They are the strongest party, followed by the far right AfD, Elon’s and Trump’s favourites.

SPD and Greens lost big, also pretty much deserved. they allowed the FDP to run the show and they also allowed the conservatives and the right wingers to dominate the whole discourse with nothing but immigration.

Then we have the FDP, who rightly got kicked out. Their treachery didn’t pay off and neither did their ultra libertarian course.

And the BSW, the “Union Sarah Wagenknecht”, which split off the party “die Linke” (the left) about a year ago, because the Left wasn’t racist and homophobic enough. Actually, they’re mostly like the AfD minus the ultra capitalist angle. I always say that Sarah puts the “national” in “socialist”. She’s also an absolute Putin pal. Good riddance.

Leaves us with the Left. Now, that’s where my sympathies lie. I know, their Ukraine policy is shit and my one big issue, but I’ll say this: if you think that their Ukraine policy is a dealbreaker, but can overlook the Greens’ and the SPD’s policy on Palestine, then be at least honest: you don’t care about human rights, you care about white people. What is amazing is that after the split off, everybody thought that was it. In the polls, they were at 3%, well below the magiv 5% you need to make it into parliament. And then they did something no other party did: they actually fought for the  votes. They refused to bow to the “we need to stop refugees” narrative and were the only party to have a truly humanist position. They were also the only ones that positioned other topics like high rents and inflation. They pushed hard on social media, actually reaching young voters and made a huge come back.

And this is why I’m not desperate. Before the CDU started campaigning, they consistently polled way above 30%, at 37% at their highest. And then their shenanigans lost them a lot of votes, with only a minority of them going to the AfD (about 1%).

Now the work begins. Since Merz deemed to insult all of those protesting against fascism as “not having all the cups in the cupboard” (aka being several cards short of a full deck), the motto is: get up, fill the coffee cup, keep fighting!white coffee mug with rainbow heart

Hippo New Year (with plush)

I’ll say it out oud, 2024was not my favourite year. Apart from the world going to shit, I had to deal with a lot of health problems and I don’t like that. Also work was very stressful, especially towards the end of the year. With roughly 1/3 of people being sick, the rest of us worked a lot of overtime and I just made it to the christmas break before going down as well.

But at least I got a break and got myself a gift: time to make a pattern I’ve been wanting to make for months but didn’t have the time: a baby hippo modelled on the infamous Moo Deng

The face pieces nearly drove me nuts, and I didn’t wire the legs because that cutie lives in my bed, and I’m totally in love with her.

Image of a plush hippo, front. You can see the wide open pink mouth, the feet and one ear.

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Side veiw of the hippo. You can see the chubby legs and the neck rolls

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Side view of hippo sitting

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Close up of face

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Invasive but Cute

Nutria have been a nuisance in Europe for some decades now, having escaped and been released from fur farms. In areas where there are dikes they can pose a risk, but otherwise they’re pretty harmless neozotes. They’re also cute as fuck. My area has a pretty amount of natural and artificial ponds and the nutria, being pretty ok with humans in proximity, make good use of areas that their shyer relatives like beavers avoid. Our local pond has been populated by them since last year and yesterday we took a walk around it. Did I say “pretty ok with humans?”. Well, actively investigating us would be more accurate. As I took out my phone, this fellow came over to investigate whether that thing might be edible. The whiskers do tickle.

Pic of a nutria that poinbts its nose towards the camera. Nose and whiskers are in focus, the rest of the animal fades into the background

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A very Shark Look

A common prejudice against teachers is that we have so much free time, because a lot of people think that school holidays = teacher holidays and end of schoolday = end of workday. Sure, people do see my car parked all snug and safe at 2 pm, they don’t see me sitting at my desk at 10 pm. Same with the holidays: not only is it the time when we’re reducing our overtime, it’s also grading and preparation time. Not to mention that nobody cares if you are sick during that time, the grading is still expected.

But here still is some free time left so I used my new work area to get something done I bought the material for last year: A shark hoodie. We absolutely love sharks. Dolphins, those guys are assholes, but sharks? Cool!

Side view of a woman wearing a hoodie with a shark fin on top and eyes on the side

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3/4 front view of the woman in the hoodie. You can see the shark teeth in the hood

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Actually I’ll claim that this is medically necessary as my neck should be kept warm and nothing is cozier than a hoodie.

Back to the Cutting Table

Off.

Did you hear that, when I finally finished? I just completed a major project on my journey to a less cluttered house (which is all part of our devious plan to get a dog).

My office/sewing room is a pretty big room with a large window front. My desk and my sewing table stand at a right angle to the windows, what is left of the walls has bookshelves and cupboards and some chests of drawers. This leaves a pretty big space in the middle, which got constantly more and more cluttered. No crafty person has ever enough storage space, neither does any teacher, and the combination is a lot. Any attempt at cleaning up was doomed to fail since I didn’t have any storage space.

I finally got fed up and decided to do something about it. Especially since the master plan is to get the house into a state where it’s possible to add a fluffy four legged family member to the mayhem. The idea was to take some chests of drawers the right height to work on them standing, out them back to back with some space in between, and then add two desk tops to make one big surface.

Problem 1: the Ikea Malm chests either come in 80cm (too low) or 100 cm (too high). I finally went for the 80 cm and added feet, which was no easy feat, since Ikea furniture is not made for “unauthorised” changes. We had to add some pieces of wood with some metal angles to create enough surface to add the hardware store feet. Halfway through I was like “fuck that shit, we’ll return the one chest we haven’t opened yet and get kitchen cupboards, they come with feet, but then I saw the price tag and decided, I could stick with my original plan.

Problem 2: The original plan was to create a surface of 1.6m x1.6m. While this fitted, it made the room too cramped. We finally decided on 1.4×1.6. Now the ready made desk tops were too large and need to be returned. It wanted to buy some solid wood panels, but they absolutely don’t come in the sizes I need. I’d have to buy 4 pieces of  40cm x 200cm  and then have 60 cm cut off each panel. This seemed like a lot of waste, plus it would cost another 150€, so I decided on two laminated boards that would fit in between, which leads us to ….

Problem 3: The Malm chests are pressed flake boards where you have little chance of adding a decent screw. In the end we glued and screwed some strips to the backsides of the chests so the boards can rest on top. At this point I was ready to throw everything out of the window. This works, kind of, but I think I’ll have to bite the bullet and buy those wood panels. In the end, it just took 4 more days to clean everything up, but look at this!

View of the two chests of drawwers, with the sewing table in the background

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I finally have the possibility to clean up, let’s hope it stays that way.

Have some Sheep

It’s been a week and a half since school started and I really could do with some holidays. It’s not the kids, it’s being new at with a new class. Having to do all the administration while significantly lacking in knowing how to is a drag. Each school has their perfect system and, well. It’s also funny what is pretty normal at one school but an absolute no go at another. Because I need a holiday, you get some holiday pictures.

A white sheep on green grass in front of the blue sea

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Sheep are vital in maintaining the dikes. Their hooves put just enough pressure on the ground to make it hard enough, their grazing is just right to encourage the grass to grow deep and strong. Cows are too heavy, goats are too greedy.  Sheep are also cute. While most will run away when humans approach, there’s always one or two that enjoy cuddles. Yes, I cuddled a sheep. It was very fluffy.

So enjoy your fluffy holiday break.

white sheep on a green dike. The sea is far in the back

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School starts tomorrow – and I’m nervous like a first grader

Back to school in colourful lettersTomorrow the new school years starts in my neck of the woods and hell I’m nervous. This year I finally got an unlimited contract (but not tenure because working for ages on limited contracts I’m now deemed too old and high risk for tenure, but that’s a different conversation), but it also meant that I have to change schools and I really didn’t want to, despite the new school having much nicer working conditions.

My old school was a hell of a commute, 90 to 120 minutes each day, and it had two different locations which meant that I often had to spend my rare breaks commuting as well. We were also a school next to a poor part of the state capital with all the challenges of working with underprivileged families, lots of refugee families with language barriers and also plainly neglected and abused kids. And while having the qualifications for teaching high school up to year 13, I usually only got to teach up to grade 9 and never Spanish, because that’s year 11.

My new school is pretty close, 10 minutes by car and I’m planning on getting an E-bike next year. The small town has less social problems (though of course they exist everywhere), more space and I get to teach high school and Spanish.

So why on earth did I not want to change? Well, people. I had amazing colleagues and I actually genuinely like kids. I am a notorious “Gutmensch”, a goodie two shoes, bleeding heart progressive person who wants to see kids thrive, regardless of where they’re from. But I’ve accepted the change and am looking forward to new colleagues and new kids and so the term starts tomorrow with my brand new 8th grade who mostly don’t want to be in my class, because they, same as me, had to change.

The German school system is horribly stratified with social background having a huge influence on kids’ school career. While I’m not opposed to our different school leaving certs and vocational training system, putting the kids in different schools after year 4 is bad. It used to be 3 different schools: for the kids of workers who should become workers, for the kids of employees and clerks who should become employees and clerks, and the kids of academics who should become academics. While there’s only two types now in most states, the Gymnasium (yes, that’s a very false friend) where you get the highest leaving cert and the comprehensive schools where you get all the others and often have the possibility to go for the highest cert as well (like in my new school), people still think the Gymnasium is the best and the comprehensive school is the rest. The Gymnasium considers itself an elite school and if you have problems you don’t belong there. Not a type of school where I want to work, despite having the formal qualifications. I much prefer working with all kids and getting some of them to the highest leaving cert despite all odds. Anyway, because of these structures, around year 7 and 8, we see a steady influx of former Gymnasium kids in comprehensive schools, as well as the overwhelming majority of refugees and migrant kids, which means it’s not uncommon for comprehensive schools to form a new class in year 7 or 8 and that’s my class. Now, schools hand it differently how they do that. My old school used to form a new class with the new kids and then put all new arrivals into that class. My new school put kids from the already existing classes as well as new kids into my class. Both ways have their pros and cons, the biggest con for me right now being that I’m going to have a class where a lot of kids don’t want to be in because they lost at the raffle. That’s going to be a challenge. But hey, I’m taking it on, it’s not like there’s an alternative anyway, I’m just here voicing my feelings of being very, very nervous.

So, wish me luck!

There and Back Again: Towing a caravan with an EV

View over the marshland towards the sea

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Some of you will remember that last year, our old diesel died several times on our way home from the holidays, until we had to have car and caravan shipped to us and get home by train. Fortunately we had already been looking into a suitable EV to replace it and were lucky to get a Kia EV6 with all the trimmings on short notice. In our daily lives, the car is just the best one I’ve ever had: I can charge at home, with my own energy in summer, but there is pretty little data on towing a caravan over long distances. There were two major issues: reach and charging and we were a bit anxious about the whole thing.

First of all we, made the most important change beforehand: we changed our expectations. If you keep comparing it an measure it by the old diesel experience, you’ll end up unhappy. The EV will not have the same reach, you will be slower, you need to plan accordingly. Since this was the trial holiday, we were happy to go along when friends proposed to go to the North Sea together. It was only 600km and within Germany and we planned to go there in 2 days, since we had zero experience. Beforehand I said that I would be OK with a reach of 150km, I would be absolutely happy with 200, but less than 100 would mean looking into alternatives.

Normally we only charge the battery up to 80% to go gentle on its life cycle, for the first part we charged a full 100%. Generally, the last 20% charge slowly as fuck, again for the sake of the battery, but that’s no problem when you charge over night. Anyway, we started our journey at home and soon got a feeling for the energy consumption. I usually drive the car around 15 kw/h per 100 km  in summer, my beloved at around 18, but I’m sure there’s lots of people who regularly need 25kw/h. Towing the caravan got us between 30 and 40 kw/h. Energy consumption is much more direct with an EV, because it’s much more energy efficient. A combustion engine uses a hell lot of energy just standing there, so the increase is less steep. An EV doesn’t do that. The first leg of our journey took us through the medium mountain ranges of the Hochwald and the Eifel (Charly will know those) with lots of ups and downs. Once we were past Dortmund, everything became flat. We were pretty careful and always charged the car when we still had at least 30% left, so we made 4 stops in total each way, which gives you that 150km range. If we had very carefully planned the stops, we could have made it with three, but that would have left no margin for a non functioning charger or things like that.

We could have made it to our destination the first day, but since we only had booked for the next day, we called it a day early near Osnarbrück and enjoyed an evening of bathing in a lake and getting a good dinner. we arrived without any problems the next day and had some fun holidays. We made the way back in one day, again, with 4 charging stops and plan to make a longer voyage next year. On the way back we also planned our stops better, looking for fast chargers so charging actually didn’t take that much time. Two breaks for breakfast and lunch, and two for peeing and stretching your legs. A fast charger will go from 30% to 80% in 10 minutes, which is very reasonable.

But….

Nothing is that easy. The issue is that while there’s more and more charging stations and more fast chargers (though a Danish guy we chatted with assured us it was nowhere as bad as in Germany), they’re all made for cars only, so what about our caravan? We always had to detach it, move it somewhere we could park, sometimes do not quite legal driving manoeuvres and later hitch it again. It was annoying, but ok. The big disadvantage of all of this is that I got mostly banned from the driving seat. Not because I cannot drive, but because my beloved is really bad when it comes to all things digital, gets sick when he has to look at his phone to check out charging stations while driving and I am also really good at getting an overview quick, see where the chargers are and where we can put the caravan. This will have to change because if we really go to Spain it would be too much for him to drive alone.

Oh, and a final word on energy consumption: We needed about 180kw/h energy in total. Since one litre super fuel has 8.9 kw/h energy, this equals a bit more than 20l super or 19l diesel fuel for 600 km with car and caravan. No combustion engine is ever going to beat that.

A Jack of all trades is thicker than water

This is just a small post about sayings that are now abbreviated and have come to mean the opposite of their original meaning. Much like the poor word literally, which leaves me a bit unsure about how to express that I actually mean literally literally, not figuratively literally.

First one is “The customer is always right”. Especially in the US this has taken on a meaning of customers being allowed to abuse staff and make their life as difficult as possible, when it’s actually “the customer is always right in matters of taste”. They want a strawberry mustard cake? You bake it. They think that pink and green make a lovely facade? Let them have it. It doesn’t mean that they get to return a meal they ordered just because they don’t like the plating.

Second one is a “Jack of all trades, but master of none”. It’s used to dismiss people with a broad field of knowledge, but no real speciality. The actual quote is “a Jack of all trades is a master of none, but often times better than a master of one”. What use is a plumber when your electricity is broken? What use is a car mechanic when you need help in the garden? That’s not to dismiss specialists, but it also means that often a broadly educated and versatile person will be more useful.

An last but not least, the ever favourite “Blood is thicker than water”. The full quote is that “The blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb”, meaning the exact opposite of the common understanding that blood family is the most important. Most important are your chosen relationships, not those you acquired through birth.

What other sayings come to your mind that have changed?