Weekly Lesson Audio: Mindsets for Learning
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Weekly Lesson: Mindsets for Language Learning. For study until 20th of October 2024 Subject : Mindsets for Language Learning Audio : On usual social media platforms.
For study until 20th of October 2024
Subject: Mindsets for Language Learning
Audio: On usual social media platforms.
I had been studying Dutch for three months when a very predictable situation raised its ugly head. It happens over and over in language learning situations and I was in some ways expecting it. It is the nature of the beast when it comes to learning or to put it plainly, the dark side of the human mind.
It all started when the students started to organize their own Zoom and Whatsapp groups to practice, there was nothing wrong with practicing with others but I knew the stage was being set for something. I wasn’t the teacher in this class but I sensed the great machine of negativity and mental assassination was ready to be switched on and already subtle signs had started to appear. I knew that something was rotten in the state of Denmark. To put it another way, trouble was brewing.
Sure enough, during the practice time on zoom, I could see one student who seemed a bit uneasy, chatting more in English than in Dutch, a sure sign that a difficult English conversation was about to take place.
“I really like our teacher” she remarked “but things move a bit quick, she doesn’t really give me a lot of time for questions”. I could see her name was Samantha from the bottom of the Zoom screen.
“She’s under a lot of pressure, I commented, “she’s only been given one hour a week to teach us, she is under as much pressure as we are, besides, we are supposed to learn at home and come prepared” I quipped.
“I suppose, but she could at least let us speak more…” she responded. Heads started to nod, I could see a mindset developing.
“She is good… but…” she continued.
I could see in my mind’s eye a vortex opening before us, ready to devour us one by one but I doubted Tom Cruise was going to appear and save all of us, he was too busy making Mission Impossible movies.
This wasn’t the first time I’ve sat in these kinds of circles and it isn’t something teacher training really prepares you for. Besides, in this class I was a student, I should’ve learnt to shut up.
“Sharon’s Dutch is very good, I mean its ok for her because she knows the stuff already, I don’t even know why she’s in our class” continued Samantha truculently as she mouthed off about another student.
“I just get the feeling she doesn’t like me” came another voice from the room, more heads started to nod as I watched the vortex in my mind’s eye expanding, remembering that these kinds of conversations are deadly in language learning circles.
“My friend had our teacher last year, she says that she is very good but really strict and by the book” someone else chimed in. The argument started to build and I realised that I had to get the class mindset back if we were ever going to learn anything.
“You know the Dutch are very direct, it’s a cultural thing, no one is to blame for that – we just aren’t used to it, besides its only a stereotype based on accent and ways of speaking. It has nothing to do with liking you or disliking you” I reasoned.
“Well I still don’t like her” piped up another student.
In every language learning class there is always one person who has too much fluency for the class they are in and another who knows next to nothing. This immediately gets people’s backs up and creates a culture of blame when people compare themselves to each other and feel they are not learning. If these students had been kids, it would have been brushed off as one student being more intelligent than the other but when everyone is the class is mature, there is always a level of discomfort. In the minds of adults in these kinds of situations someone has to be blamed and I could see that just like a sliding puzzle everything was beginning to slip into place. Someone had to be blamed for what was regarded as a lack of progress, and in this meeting, attention was turning to the teacher. In my career as a teacher, I had seen heads roll for this, I was well aware of the dangers of mesmerism in the classroom, opinions can travel faster than any virus and there is no one really to blame exactly, except some bad ideas which are misplaced and personalised to make us feel better about learning.
“Well lets start by going over what we’ve learnt so far from the class” I replied, trying to get into a position of leading the class away from negativity.
Samantha at that point made an excuse that she had forgotten an appointment, and then vanished. Although I was glad to see the back of her, it was too late, she had already left her mark on all of us. Nobody in the class wanted to practice and it led into a mindset which was not ready to practice or learn. As for Samantha, well the whole point of the practice session was that she and others could participate but she eventually left the group and the course citing that “she wasn’t getting anywhere” although I doubt she realised the legacy she had left on everyone else.
I am always really fascinated by these experiences in language learning, especially how a group of well mannered students can become tribal and end up looking like they are in a scene from the book Lord of the Flies by William Golding, tearing people to shreds given half the chance. Although the actual learning part is very individual, there are often cultures which are created by individual mindsets in places of language learning and they can become very difficult to break if left unchecked.
I stopped attending the practice group because it was a breeding ground for arrogance. At one stage they even agreed amongst themselves to try and talk to the School Head Teacher about their “problem with the teacher” who promised to investigate.
By the end of the course, there were only a handful of us left and we, including the teacher, were all left scratching our heads wondering what had happened. Worse than that, a culture has been created and future students no doubt had their comments “My friend Samantha studied here and she said…” and the culture is enabled again and the whole thing is repeated.
The key in any class is always in finding unity with others in learning, without that there is nothing. It becomes like a kingdom divided against itself. This happens not only with language students but also with teaching staff, teams in offices and wherever people are asked to work together. The way to deal with this is not to attack the person who voices it but to realise it is an opinion which is on the scene and it needs to be disarmed before it causes panic. The person and their opinion must be separated. It is important not to label the person bad and shun them, but to see the only thing at work here is a fake opinion.
My advice to any learner or team member who wants to succeed, guard your thoughts well, not only about learning but about any thoughts or opinions which are developing in the classroom. Avoid discussions about personalities and focus as much as you can on unity. If your learning is slow, have a look at what’s going on around you and make sure your mind is not caught up in any negativity. If you have a problem with the teacher, voice it immediately with the teacher and don’t let it fester.
Weekly Lesson Audio: The Charity Givers. Weekly Lessons: Previous weekly lesson | Weekly Lessons archive | Next weekly lesson
Weekly Lesson: The Charity Givers. For study until 13th of October 2024 Subject : The Charity Givers Audio : On usual social media platforms.
For study until 13th of October 2024
Subject: The Charity Givers
Audio: On usual social media platforms.
The Charity Givers
Last week, I was sitting at home watching my favourite TV show when someone rang my doorbell. I opened the door to find a woman dressed in black wearing a hat standing there with two henchmen standing behind her. The picture looked like some kind of 1980s glam pop group trio, complete with backing singers. Katrina and the Waves came to my mind and this group looked a bit artificially happy. I doubt they were “Walking on Sunshine” after all it was pouring with rain outside.
“Are you Danny?” – she asked, with direct eye contact and a flashing of teeth. I immediately picked up on the accent and realised she wasn’t English and my radar started to try and work out where she was from. I settled with either Italian or Greek, leaning more towards Greek.
“No….” I replied.
“Ah, it’s the apartment across from you I think, but he’s not at home, can I leave something with you to give to him?” she muttered in bad English. I resisted the urge to correct her.
Images of the 80s, big hair and electrical guitars started to fade. They would be more fluent.
“Sure, why not?” I replied, remembering that my neighbour took my University books when they arrived last week when I was out. He handed them in later.
“We have a washing machine, a toaster and an electric fire”.
At that point her head leaned slightly to the left and she showed teeth. She clearly felt we had some kind of affinity but I’m not sure why. I looked behind myself briefly because her gaze kind of said “what a cute cat” but my cat was nowhere to be seen. He hasn’t been receiving visitors in recent days because of his sickness. The only thing we might have had in common is the word charity. Whoever she was, she clearly was offering charity to Danny. I was doing the same thing by offering to take his stuff for him.
She clapped her hands once and the henchmen swung into action. From nowhere a washing machine, toaster and fire appeared at my feet. She handed me the toaster.
“Um, about the washing machine….” ….. she pre-empted what I was about to say…
“Oh we will leave that at Danny’s door, and we will text him…. He told us he was homeless and we wanted to help” as she handed me the heater and toaster.
I remembered that the apartment across from me was indeed kept for those who are homeless while they search for permanent accommodation. It’s something I discussed on a previous podcast.
She quickly retreated and vanished, leaving no clue where they had come from or what group they represented, vanishing into the distance. This was like some kind of 80s video, the only thing missing was the artificial smoke as they disappeared.
My cat wandered up, took one look at the doorway, made a noise and walked away. He was largely unimpressed.
It took me a few moments to register what had just happened. Who were these people? Either way, it was a nice feeling to know I had done a good deed. It was that feeling you get when you hear a pop song from your youth. Some weird feeling of security and nice memories which allow you to take a deep breath and smile.
That day, I waited for Danny to arrive but nobody came.
“That’s ok” I thought, “He might be on holiday” but then the fifth day came and went, with no sign of Danny beating a path through the jungle to my doorway to collect his goods.
After a week and a half passed, it was clear that Danny wasn’t coming back. I moved the heater and toaster away from behind my front door to a more permanent arrangement, my cupboard. The washing machine is still sitting outside his apartment door.
I asked my neighbours what they thought. Some of them were worried that he was dead inside his apartment, others went along with the holiday theory but they all agreed that they really didn’t care.
“I mean if he was dead in there, there’s nothing could be done anyway, he’s dead” they all concurred.
“Yeah… but no… but…..” was what I heard as we all were defending why we didn’t want to get involved. They were more uncomfortable with my direct communication than they were about Danny.
After another week passed my doorbell camera alerted me that there was a movement in the hallway. I cynically checked it, not expecting Danny to appear. My Landlord’s agent was clearing the apartment. This was my big moment to find out where Danny was. Although it was clear she didn’t want to talk to me:
“Hi, that washing machine was left by a charity or Christian Group for Danny. Has he moved then?” I politely asked.
“Because of Data Protection, I can’t discuss anyone who may or may not be called Danny” she responded without turning around. She came with her own henchman He stared bitterly in my direction but once they heard the word charity, they softened a bit.
“We will get it moved for you” she unwillingly made eye contact. She looked like she was 16 and covered in acne, the fluorescent jacket made her look professional but she wasn’t fooling anyone. The henchman looked younger, acne much worse than her’s and carrying more puppy fat than a labrador dog. These people were young. I was just another old man in their eyes.
“Can you tell him to pick the stuff up” I pleaded.
“I wonder if you mean the last tenant, before this one” – she interrupted
“No, that was Stuart” I said….trying to get her to take some kind of responsibility.
“David has a support worker” – I will talk to them…..
“Are you sure she said the name Danny?” – she continued.
“Yeah” I quipped while trying not to roll my eyes.
“The woman was Central European, she could have said the name wrong” wondering why I had to defend my argument.
They quickly made their excuses and vanished. The washing machine is still there and my cat happily sits on the heater when he is doing his daily patrols around my apartment.
I haven’t decided what to do next. Should I move the washing machine into the cupboard as another place for my cat to rest his weary head while he does his daily rounds?
Should I just call the local charity shop and get them to take everything. Will the woman who looked like an 80s rock star come back and collect the stuff?
What about Danny and his support worker? Should I expect them to appear with a van?
I’m not holding my breath, that’s for sure.
Weekly Lesson Audio: The House Guest. Weekly Lessons: Previous weekly lesson | Weekly Lessons archive | Next weekly lesson
Weekly Lesson: The House Guest. For study until 6th of October 2024 Subject : The House Guest Audio : On usual social media platforms.
For study until 6th of October 2024
Subject: The House Guest
Audio: On usual social media platforms.
When I heard that a friend was coming to visit for a few days, my heart sank. As a typical British man, I know that friends staying over, usually causes a lot of stress. I had no particular beef with the person himself, but I knew that a guest staying would throw a spanner into the works of my daily routine. These days, British people are not so hospitable. All of us want our “personal space” so staying at hotels usually allows us more time to do what we want instead of being tied down to particular moments such as eating with the host family etc.
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