The Scribbler

I confiscated a swanky little phone this morning from one of my students. Unfortunately, she didn’t turn it off before the “hand-over”, so I had to figure out how to do so myself (after the end of the lesson). Whilst fiddling around looking for the on/off button, I pressed “record video” instead….and soon realised (in a moment of sheer horror) that I had just filmed myself (THREE times!) looking at the lens in sheer exasperation, trying to work how to turn the damn thing off. Having entered an Everest-like learning curve, I eventually managed to delete the said video files and find the pesky button. Thank G-d those machines don’t have a recycle bin. I have learned my lesson. Next time, I’ll get the kid to switch off the machine before handing over. This is truly the stuff of nightmares.

The Magic Crown    by Talia (aged 7) Once upon a time there lived an enchanting king and a famous queen who lived far, far away in a huge kingdom. On the king’s 39th birthday, he got a crown, but when he put it on his head, it started jumping up and down, left, right, but would not stop. The only way to get it to stop was by saying the word ‘stop!’ Just then, right in front of him, were two men. “Hello, I’m Mr Brilliant!” said one of the men. “Hello, I’m Mr True!” said the other. “We are the Super Brothers!” they both said together. “We know how to stop your crown. Crown, STOP!” Suddenly the crown dropped right on his head. “Thank you. If I would not have a crown, I would not be a king!” “Three cheers for the Super Brothers!” said the queen and they all lived happily ever after.

Having just watched Israeli Prime-Minister elect Ehud Olmert finishing off his victory speech, I feel a certain sense of elation. Watching the internet, I witnessed some live footage of Olmert, standing at the Western Wall, praying. Similarly so, at the end of his speech, he donned his Kipah (skullcap) and recited a prayer familiar to anyone who attends Shul on Shabbat morning, asking the Lord to bless and protect the Land of Israel. There are no doubt cynics who might say that these were simply token gestures to garner some extra brownie points amongst the Religious members of the cabinet (or country for that matter) whilst also getting a little more credo from within the hostile settler community. Personally, I would like to think that this was not the case, rather a human being like you or I, who also happens to be Prime Minister of the only Jewish country in the world, remembering that, at the end of the day, there is someone/something more important than himself controlling events...

As someone who grew up with the later batch of Pink Panther movies, I came to this “prequel” with a certain amount of trepidation. Peter Sellers made Clouseau so much his own, that anyone, even someone as skilled as Steve Martin would find it impossible to play the character “correctly”. In truth, he tries hard and at times is very very funny (I was in stitches in one scene) but unfortunately, I found the ghost of Peter Sellers taking over every scene the hapless detective found himself in. There is also the issue of this being a prequel to the first movie, despite the fact that Steve Martin looks older than Peter Sellers did in the original 1964 movie and this version is set in the present day. It’s probably best not to examine it too closely! The movie is entertaining, in fits and starts and Steve Martin works very hard (maybe too much so) to play what is, ultimately, an unplayable role (see above). I think this movie will be appreciated more by kids who are new to the character and...

Today, I managed to achieve a first in my (albeit) brief teaching career. I taught four IT lessons without the use of IT. The computers in my room are beset by a mysterious electrical fault that keeps on tripping the fuse board and rendering nineteen out of twenty seven machines as useless as a chocolate teapot (a favourite phrase of my first boss many, many years ago). It’s amazing how quickly one adapts to using just a standard, non-electrical whiteboard, marker and cloth. Saying that, this was real teaching, in every sense of the word and believe me, as authentic and traditional as it was, I am praying that the problem gets solved by this time tomorrow. Give me back my computers! If I wanted to teach without the use of pc’s, I don’t think I would have bothered going into this profession. Tense Teacher and all those out there like you, my hat off to you for doing what you do. Man its tough!

The Israeli media are falling over themselves to describe how apathetic the average man/woman on the street feels about tomorrow’s election. This is despite (or perhaps as a result of) the endless onslaught of pretty party ads; the novelty of sending Multimedia Messages to mobile phones to sway punters and the incessant politicking which has taken over just about every Israeli media outlet in existence - the public are just plain bored. I’m not Israeli. I live about 2,000 miles away from the nearest voting booth (unless you count the ones they’ve installed in the Embassy) but let me tell you, I can’t wait for tomorrow night. Why? Because for the first time ever, I too will be watching the election night broadcasts – not the limited, acid-laced, one-sided BBC or CNN “special features” but the real thing -  via the multitude of Israeli internet sites that have spent the last fortnight filling my inbox, begging me to click onto links that take me far beyond the British Isles. Tha...

I have read with growing disbelief (but sad resignation) about the 74 year old British hostage who was rescued from his captors in Iraq. His initial refusal to publicly thank the men who literally risked their lives to get him out (after months of planning) stinks of the kind of left wing, namby pamby, bleeding-heart liberalism that I really detest. Four days on, he has now given his “thanks” to those brave individuals, along with this cringe inducing explanation: "I do not believe that a lasting peace is achieved by armed force, but I pay tribute to their courage and thank those who played a part in my rescue," Gee thanks. My question is why these people bothered to rescue this imbecile of a man in the first place. I fully understand his desire to help those who were less fortunate than himself and this is indeed a noble act. However, let’s think about this: He is seventy-four years old; I don’t know how good his Arabic is and in truth, his mission (if we interpret his recen...

The disgrace of a human being we call the Mayor of London has once again demonstrated his odious anti-Semitic colours. At a prestigious dinner last night in the City, he suggested that two Jewish brothers, property developers who are involved in the 2012 Olympic development, "go back (to their own country) and see if they can do better under the Ayatollahs". Aside from the fact that the said brothers were born in India of Iraqi descent, the suggestion that they “go back to their own country” smacks of the worst kind of classic anti-Semitism. It’s funny how he always keeps his choicest remarks for members of one single minority – and it ain’t the Asians or Afro-Caribbean’s. He will of course make worthless pronouncement after pronouncement stating how much he respects the Jewish community blah blah blah – but we’re not fooled by his pathetic rhetoric. He’s just a nasty little racist who is using the platform of Mayor of London to propagate his insidious world-view. The scandal...

I confiscated a tub of Vaseline from a Year 8 student today. The same kid admitted to throwing a stub of paper at me from the back of the room. After the end of the lesson, I refused to return the Vaseline to him, whereupon he curtly told me to “drop dead”. When he approached me at lunch and asked me again for his precious tub, I told him that he could have it back if he wrote me a letter of apology. His response - “shut up”. Sometimes, I wonder why I bother teaching these children. I know that moaning about it here won’t help in the slightest, but at least it makes me feel a little better by getting it out of my system

Stars shining bright above you, Night breezes seem to whisper "I love you" , Birds singing in the sycamore tree, Dream a little dream of me. Say "Night-ie night" and kiss me, Just hold me tight and tell me you'll miss me, While I'm alone and blue as can be, Dream a little dream of me. Stars fading but I linger on, dear Still craving your kiss. I'm longing to linger till dawn, dear Just saying this. Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you, Sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you, But in your dreams whatever they be, Dream a little dream of me. This post won’t have any resonance the minute dawn breaks somewhere in the world, but right now, it describes the kind of mood I’m in - mellow. This is in no small measure as a result of the fact that I’ve had an average of 5 hours sleep over the last three days and I really should be in slumber land right now (so why am I blogging at 11.30 pm?) Soon, those stars will fill my dreams and maybe you too will read th...

I went over to that other school today (the one I visited back in January). They are trialling online ICT tests for Year 9s and my school wants to find out how they work. The first sitting with one class was very interesting and revealing. By the end of the session, I had a good understanding of how to administer the tests, set up the computers etc. Unfortunately, that was only the first of five (yes, five) classes to take the test. In other words, I had to help invigilate five identical (fifty minute) tests. After the experience, I can honestly state that there is nothing as soporific as walking around a small classroom, looking at thirty computers being used in five different lessons by around a hundred and fifty kids in all – doing exactly the same exercises. I can’t wait to set up the system in our school, so that I will then have a chance to re-live the experience all over again….and again…..and again….......

I thought I’d add a few posts as I haven’t updated the site for nearly a week. Last night, we were invited a lovely Bar Mitzvah and my cousin promised that he would pop in to see what I was up to here. If you’re reading this J, welcome! The venue was a Gentlemen’s Club. Now before any of you get the wrong idea, there was a nary a scantily dressed woman in sight. No, this was an old fashioned “women are barred from so and so room club”, you know, the kind you see in films like “Around The World In 80 Days”. Sitting at a table with relatives, my eyes were drawn to a glass cabinet lining the wall. To my surprise, I spotted an Oscar statuette. I went over to have a look and lo and behold, their found myself staring at the genuine article ; a real Academy Award. It had been presented to famed British director Emeric Pressburger for “best writing of an original story” in relation to ‘The Invaders aka The 49th Parallel’ in 1942. He was a member of the club and when he passed away, he bequeath...

Those eagle-eyed amongst you will no doubt have noticed that the “new” riddle I added a while back is still sitting on its perch. The simple reason is that no-one has answered it. Before I decide to hibernate away for the Australian winter, I’d like to give you one more chance to have a crack. Go on, you know you want to…

Dana very generously allowed me to go to my parents (read that as “sent me to….”) for some well needed and much appreciated R&R (rest and relaxation) over Shabbat. The result was that I got acres and acres of sleep (I don’t know, can one get an acre of sleep?) and she ended up in bed with the flu (albeit 24 twenty-four hours later). As you can appreciate, I feel quite guilty that I left her alone with our little angels, only to develop exhaustion and fever. To mitigate things somewhat, Dassi, Tali and I are invited to stay with my parents next week as we will be attending a Sheva Brachot Shabbat lunch in the area. If all goes well, Dana will get her R&R the Shabbat after, when she’ll stay with her parents. I hasten to add that the kids will get some R&R from me, the week after Dana’s sojourn as I will be recovering from my 19th nervous breakdown. (and yes , that was a Stones’ reference)

The girls dressed up for Purim. Michal was Sleeping Beauty, Dassi was a Hawaiian girl and Tali, a nurse. Shira who is not shown was a fairy. I also decided to get dressed and thought carefully about my costume. Irrespective of that, Dana had a better idea and I turned up as.... yes, you guessed right...The Grim Teacher! We went to the Synagogue to hear the reading of the Megillah and join in the party that followed it. My disguise scared the life out of most of the kiddies present (he he he) and even some of their parents... ...but after a while, the girls got used to the interesting disguise and as you can see from the next photo, didn't seem too frightened... By the end of the evening, the make up had started melting and I looked less like death and more like a panda!

I swear, you couldn’t make this stuff up! The Palestinian Authority once again demonstrates it’s breathtaking incompetence to the British and Americans, who rightly decide to pull their people out of the Jericho Jail… the Israelis, once again showing off their stunning tactical operations are on the spot before the Palestinians can say al-boo and the terrorists end up inside Israeli prisons.  To exacerbate the situation, the Palestinians then go and burn even more bridges by attacking Western targets and kidnapping people. Oh…and it all happens on Purim. Let’s enjoy the irony of the whole situation, before the Palestinians take the inevitable bloody revenge.

Tonight, we will start celebrating the festival of Purim when we remember how G-d saved the Jews of ancient Persia from annihilation by the machinations of the evil anti-Semitic Prime Minister – Haman. It is therefore particularly fitting that this year, we look once again towards the same country, now called Iran and wonder when his latest incarnation, Ahmadnejad will also get his just desserts. This evil individual, who speaks the same foul language as his predecessor (and I’m not referring to Farsi, which is a beautiful tongue) is at the moment, on a crusade (excuse the malapropism) to de-legitimise our nation and country. He will fail in the same manner that befell his predecessors, but he doesn’t know that yet. The Hagaddah (the book we read at the Passover Seder ) tells us that in each generation, someone arises who wishes to destroy us – but the Lord, G-d saves us from this fate. Yes, Hitler did kill 6,000,000 of our brethren, but we’re still here and the ancient empires who al...

The washed out faces greet each other across the hallway. There is a faint, knowing smile, a momentary glance at the ceiling and then a farewell - for the next sixty or so hours. He unlocks his classroom door, enters, sighs and picks up his bag. As he leaves for the last time, he casts his eyes around the room to make sure that all the computers are switched off. He pushes the light switches up and exits the war-zone, now achingly quiet. The sound of a lock turning can be heard all the way down the hall. He walks wearily down the staircase. On his way out of the entrance hall, he looks to see if any of the secretaries are still in. Seeing that the office is empty, he opens the front door, feels the cold air brushing against his cheeks and tries to remember where he parked the car, all those hours away. He closes the door School is finished for the week. The drive back home is relatively trouble free. At least the rush hour hasn’t kicked in yet. When he opens the front door of his house...

The stress of the job is getting to me. Yesterday, I didn’t go in. I was all bunged up and my voice was shot. The day off did me the world of good. I went in today and seriously lost it with one of my Year 9 classes, who just couldn’t keep quiet. I’ve been struggling for the last month or so to teach them control systems (i.e. Flow Charts to you and me) and today, after yet another attempt to explain it to them, I’d just had enough. I asked them if they understood the concepts, they told me they wanted me to explain them yet again and when I did, they ignored me and spent the lesson chatting. I have a policy of not talking above the children’s noise level. When I don’t adhere to this, I find that they louder I try to get myself heard, the louder their chatting gets and then I feel my voice straining. Today, I got to the point where I was screaming at them to shut up and got so angry when they responded by laughing at me, that I walked out of the class to get another teacher in for supp...

I am extraordinarily proud to report that Hadassah, my very bright eight year old daughter has had one of her poems picked to appear in a forthcoming anthology. She will be a published poet! The theme of her poem is a celebration of the Rosh Chodesh, the date when the New Moon appears and we mark the beginning of a new lunar month. Rosh Chodesh R achel looked up at the moon, O bviously it will be here soon. S he knew that Rosh Chodesh was the time, H er 'banana' moon was the sign. C hildren learn that new months begin, H aving seen the new moon with a grin. O nly to greet Rosh Chodesh anew, D oing things that every Jew can do. E nters Hallel for this special day, S aying Yaaleh Veyavo.....yah! H appy Rosh Chodesh for you today! (Hallel consists of some additional Psalms that we say on Rosh Chodesh and Yaaleh Veyavo is an additional supplication included in our daily prayers and Grace After Meals). Well done Dassi!!! Your parents are seriously chapping naches (i.e. de...