TRANSFORM-iN EDUCATION
TRANSFORM-iN EDUCATION supports educators and students
to have the time and space to be uncertain about what we know
in ways that support children and young people to be
more resilient, resourceful and hopeful in our complex 21st century world
to have the time and space to be uncertain about what we know
in ways that support children and young people to be
more resilient, resourceful and hopeful in our complex 21st century world
TEACHERS AND OTHER EDUCATORS: see our 'For Educators' section on what it means to work with uncertainty and why it matters educationally.
Recent blogs:
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Is uncertainty the enemy of wellbeing? Children and young people grapple with the uncertainty of the Covid-19 pandemic in their lockdown 2020 diaries.
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Hope in the present: a new research study, in India and Ecuador, supporting young people to reflect deeply on how they experience and connect to local sustainability issues.
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A test of citizenship: Rosa Parks and how to educate for climate change
Schools have a democratic function to support pupils in questioning whether they conform to existing expectations or else take action to transform the world. |
I am made . . . by Rosa Simanowitz (13 years)
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I am made of the winds ferocity
I am made of the leaps, the crashes, the rumbling of the waves I am made of hysterical laughter, rainbows, sunsets like autumn leaves I am made of a waterfall of tears flooding down my cheeks I am made of doubt, unanswered questions I am made of warm hugs, the welcoming scent of mum’s homemade rhubarb crumble floating up the stairs, the safety of my home I am made of dark nights, harsh words, feeling lost and alone - left out I am made of fear, and hope I am made of the uncertainty of the world and the certainty of my home. I am made of hard work, victories, ecstatic smiles I am made of defeats, sweat and tears I am made of not giving-in when times are tough, and kind gentle words I am made of soothing herbal tea that softens the firm crunch of a rusk, the unnerving creak of the old rocking horse’s hinges as we rock harder and harder still I am made of warm melodic melodies, the slam of a door, shouts of anger I am made of news stories of death, murder, violence, but never stories of peace I am made of litter scattered streets, fumes from cars clogging my lungs, coughing, wheezing I am made of a world where ice melts, fire burns, wind roars and water turns to oil. I am made I am made I am made |