It's the start of the Onam festival time here in Kerala. Onam is like a harvest festival, celebrated by all religions and castes. Well, sort of... some folk think it's a bit uncivilized or unrefined or heathen. That's why I like it! Because it has little to do with religion! Story has it that ancient King Mahabali is visiting his people and they need to put on a display to impress him and show that they are doing OK, hence the 'onapookkalam' flower arrangements which appear everywhere.
I wrote an article about SISP's Onam celebrations. It has quite a few pictures and a couple of videos.
Most schools in the area have at least the whole of this week off but we just have Wednesday to Friday. Something to do with balancing the number of days holiday throughout the year. A significant number of kids didn't turn up at school anyway, because their mates were at home so why shouldn't they be?! The Headteacher was also absent, and he was the driving force for today's organised events. They still went ahead, though perhaps not in a very organised manner. The competition to make the prettiest Pookkalam took 4 hours instead of two, teachers joined in when they shouldn't with the middle groups, while the youngest and oldest groups had no guidance at all!
In the afternoon we were all meant to go to the playground about 5km away but Paul decreed (probably rightly) that, because numbers were down and because of the problems of two loadings of the school bus, we'd play games on SISP's backyard. This we did, but it was somewhat cramped and chaotic. The children all had fun anyway.
It's difficult, in a Blog, to know what dirty linen should be aired in public. While the audience is small and known there's no problem but if it's open and public then you're more reticent to say things in case you cause offence or tarnish a reputation etc. I guess, even if I make this blog public, it does little harm to mention that seven boys turned up at SISP's Independence Day celebration on 15th August slightly tipsy and smelling of alcohol. At 9:30 am! They were consequently suspended after a telling-off and told that Paul (founder and managing director) would review the situation when he returned from Belgium - and that was today. It was no surprise for me to learn that the boys would all be allowed back next week. No surprise firstly because Paul is compassionate (a soft-touch by his own admission), and secondly because we are trying to give these boys an education - a chance in life. This comes in an atmosphere of a general problem with discipline and knuckling down to lessons with the two oldest classes - the boys just like to lark about. They are fine individually, it's just when they get together. I don't think suspension on it's own does the trick. It will send the right messages, sure, but only briefly. When they think about it, who wouldn't mind a two-week holiday with no consequences?! It needs to be backed up with more - expulsion is going too far, but perhaps the withdrawal of privileges. Trouble is, it's difficult to see what privileges they have - and perhaps that's more the question.
Does this all sound familiar to Western ears?!
And you have to remember that corporal punishment doesn't work - they have enough of that at home.
Something I've long thought is that giving them skills training (and the threat of withdrawing it) might work. Some kids seem keen enough to do it and certainly would benefit. We've talked about it long enough at SISP but failed to do anything. Really, their failure is our failure.
I've decided that I needn't wait to buy my return-to-india flight tickets so I've gone ahead and bought them. I was going to wait because I was 
OK, it's a hammer. It's a claw hammer, even! So what? 
Sorry for my delay in blogging. Be assured I'm still alive and well! However I am rather knackered from lack of sleep recently which has taken a lot out of me. It started last week with some fitful nights. The power has been going on and off a lot at night time and, when it does, the ceiling fan clanks as it slows down or speeds up. I can only think that they're doing maintenance on the power lines. It's disturbed me sufficiently to make me look haggard and old, which my colleagues at SISP have enjoyed speculating the cause of!
Ants are particularly adept at finding sugar. You would think an airtight tub would keep them out but no, somehow they get in. I thought I'd be cunning and suspend a double-knotted plastic bag of sugar from the washing line in my kitchen but when I looked at it this evening I found a few dozen of the blighters were in there. I suppose, given sufficient time, they will explore every available nook and cranny in search of food. And these ones are the very small orange type, so they were able to squeeze through the little gaps in the knots.
At the end of each month I undertake assessments of what the children have absorbed. This is something the Head Teacher is keen on. I'm less so, because some of the topics I teach take longer than a month to develop and I'd be happier assessing them at the end of a topic. As it is, occasionally half the month is taken up finishing off a previous topic and half starting a new one. July was a bit like that with the oldest students. Generally I ignore the previous topic and test the new one otherwise the tests take longer than the limited time I have available. Most tests take at least two periods because we don't have sufficient computers for all the kids in an ability group to do tests in one. This month, not only did the highest students study PowerPoint for just three weeks but those three weeks were disrupted by other activities and foreshortened by the tests themselves. Bear in mind that generally each group has only two computer lessons a week. All in all the assessments this time were a bit pointless.
The thirteen year-old boy next door collects postage stamps. Not in any sophisticated way - he just pastes them straight into a notebook in whatever order they arrive in. He was very proud of his collection of six dog-eared, well-fingered, samples which he showed me when I first arrived here. He must now have around two hundred, I would imagine, nearly all of which came from me. 
