I like the idea of a mix of both, document it really; how you felt and how it was...facts and observations. Random streams of consciousness on the subject. Don't give it a detail. Give it a banner; my PGCE year. Leave it at that and see what comes out.
The voice that doesn't speak at all, quite simply isn't a voice. It looses that function and becomes... an image? An ideal? Presence without substance?
As for things that go unsaid - do you never fear that you'll open a pandora's box and the world will end?
And the diary - let each day suprise you and write what you feel needs documenting.
PGCE journal; Write what bubbles to the surface, write the entries that form in your mind during the day.
Hundreds of people seek out the silent, and try to give them a voice, draw them out, ask what their story is; they call themselves liberation activists, feminists, amnesty international...
hello. Do keep a diary of your course. Do it mainly for yourself so you can reflect, even if this means keeping it completely private. Though feel free to share the occasional anecdote, I'm curious to see what exactly teacher training involves.
I wish I could say something profound in response to the rest of your post. However, all that springs to mind is a memory of sixth form. We didn't have assemblies, instead one of us had to offer us a 'thought for the day' which we could talk about for 10 minutes (usually a loud preppy girl preaching about how we should help the poor/bullied/stupid etc). My friend was forced into speaking one day and was pretty pissed about it, so she just stood up and said 'silence is golden'. And we all sat there in silence, slightly confused but at peace, for the whole 10 minutes.
That's not really related to your point, but it's the first time I've thought about that day for a long time.
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I like the idea of a mix of both, document it really; how you felt and how it was...facts and observations. Random streams of consciousness on the subject. Don't give it a detail. Give it a banner; my PGCE year. Leave it at that and see what comes out.
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As for things that go unsaid - do you never fear that you'll open a pandora's box and the world will end?
And the diary - let each day suprise you and write what you feel needs documenting.
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Hundreds of people seek out the silent, and try to give them a voice, draw them out, ask what their story is; they call themselves liberation activists, feminists, amnesty international...
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I wish I could say something profound in response to the rest of your post. However, all that springs to mind is a memory of sixth form. We didn't have assemblies, instead one of us had to offer us a 'thought for the day' which we could talk about for 10 minutes (usually a loud preppy girl preaching about how we should help the poor/bullied/stupid etc). My friend was forced into speaking one day and was pretty pissed about it, so she just stood up and said 'silence is golden'. And we all sat there in silence, slightly confused but at peace, for the whole 10 minutes.
That's not really related to your point, but it's the first time I've thought about that day for a long time.
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