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Six Word Saturday


Finally dusting off my work bag…

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… because Monday I’m heading back to work. I don’t know for how many hours, since computer / cell phone screens and my eyes and brain still don’t agree and cause nausea, but the vertigo and swirling is abating. And I miss my colleagues and friends at the university, miss being useful. On January 12th finally the appointment with an ophthalmologist at the hospital. I might kiss him – or her; I don’t really care at this stage. 😉

Have a free Saturday.


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Not Dressed Yet

My Saturday in Six (and a half) Words:

NOON, AND I’M NOT DRESSED YET. 

Quiet. It’s been much too quiet around Figments of a DuTchess. The figments have gone into hiding, sheltering from the mass of work input. Work that normally is balanced between planning and creativity. Managing and writing. Working and spare time. But these last months I’m diving under in Excel schemes and scheduling, coming up for a quick breath and then going down again in exam planning. It’s eating up my Muse. And I hate that! This madness has got to stop. I need to empty my head, so other stuff can sneak back in. So now, indeed, I’m not in daytime mode yet. The Muse needs my attention, before anything else is done. Don’t come calling at my door, because I can’t open: I’m not decent yet!

Is age catching up on me? Or is the work load simply too heavy? My partner-in-work-crime has collapsed under the pressure and is now trying to find her balance again, struggling hard. I miss her each day. She’s the one who keeps me sane through the madness. We laugh and curse, work and rebel together. Get well soon, sweetheart. ♄

Yesterday our students graduated in a festive ceremony. Our team has worked so hard to get this done, and all went well. Many compliments and heart-felt hugs to my colleagues at the academy – you are simply the best. In the evening we all celebrated the start of the summer holidays with a delightful dinner. Only a ‘lucky’ few – including myself – will still have to work next week, but most are off on their six weeks freedom tour. Enjoy!!

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Have a happy Saturday!

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Diploma \o/

Today it is official: my youngest son has signed his diploma and is ready to go to university. He has chosen Health sciences, together with two of his friends, and will move out into the wild and roaring student life in August. Student Sean. It does have a nice ring to it, don’t you think? 😉

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The Bird Will Soon Leave The Nest

My youngest son Sean has passed his exam. HE DID IT!! He called earlier to give me this excellent news. We talked for a bit and then I broke down crying for joy in the arms of a professor at work, oh pffff.

Sean, cheers, I’m so very, very proud of you!

Now Maastricht University is waiting, student life is beckoning…

*jumps around*

Love you,
your mom

Sean is the one in horizontal position, with the red clown nose 😉

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The Fair Man

Yesterday I stared into the eyes of a complete stranger. Non-stop, for ten seconds. No talking involved. It was interesting and weird. Afterwards I asked for his name, so he (Koen) was no stranger anymore 😉

It was a challenge during the annual Education Day of our university. The speaker told us that the average time married people look full into each other’s eyes is eight seconds a day. Only eight seconds?! Can anyone confirm that? I stare into V-man’s eyes much longer, but perhaps that is because we don’t live together.

On our way back to the academy, I saw this statue, with a fancy fair in the background. I jumped onto the bicycle path (yes, we have plenty of those in Holland), was almost run over by several vehicles, but managed to take this photo. The Fair Man.

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Moving Targets @ Avans University Holland

During the first three weeks of April our academy, the teacher training college for primary education at Avans University of applied sciences in Breda, * gasps for air * is hosting

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This intensive program teaches students from Belgium, Turkey, United Kingdom, Slovenia and Holland how to go about teaching English to Dutch elementary school children with a variety of cultural backgrounds by means of drama and music.

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After nerve wrecking last minute interventions by professor Agnes Taks (the driving force behind the project) finally all visa were cleared and last Monday the participating foreign students of Moving Targets arrived at Schiphol Airport, safe and sound. Amongst other things, the group visited an elementary school to see what Dutch schools are about and had time to enjoy the beautiful city of Amsterdam.

Then yesterday at 9 AM the twenty five students walked into a classroom of Avans university in Breda. The room was brightly decorated with colorful flags. The whole group had spent the night at a house in the neighborhood of Breda, which was filled to the brim with rented bunk beds. Some of them look really tired, but everyone had a big smile and was eager to start with the program.

Agnes opened the meeting by telling a beautiful anecdote about Martin Luther King, and concluded with saying that there is only one race: people; that there is only one country: earth, and one language: love. It was great to see the impact of these words. Our dean Nicole van Son introduced herself and welcomed all to the Avans University, after which professor Muzaffer Yanik spoke a few words. Carla Nijlunsing (drama), Margriet Veenbrink (English) and Kitty van Gulick (music) were also present.

Like last year, I was asked (as bilingual writer) to recite my poems. In 2010 accompanied on piano by Kitty in a wonderful way, but yesterday it was only my voice and thirty pair of eyes. Plus an extra lens of the camera. Increasing the volume of my voice to the crescendo needed at the end of the first poem could pose a bit of a challenge, since my trachea decided to entertain me with an insistent tickling since last Sunday. Bad BAD trachea! Luckily a cup of licorice tea sweetened the coughing fits into temporary submission.

For this special occasion I chose:

Where The Wind Sleeps
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Spring

After a brief intro, in which I led my audience along the road I had taken to end up writing in English, my poems were handed out on paper.Then I started with Where The Wind Sleeps, forcing myself to speak slowly. Adrenaline was coursing through my veins at an intense pace and my face was glowing. Everybody listened and absorbed my words in silence. When I finished, they spontaneously started applauding ooooh WOW that was so nice! The same with my second poem Spring oh Spring, you are not lost! *happy smile*. I ended by wishing the students great, joyful and instructive weeks and fell down on my chair again. Pfew. Icy cold shaky hands and the rest on fire haha. But it was exhilarating and fun to do.

Language uniting people from all over Europe! I will try to share photos and perhaps films of this wonderful program in the weeks to come.