KJ Eastwick
Slightly crazy writer and passionate educator for those who struggle
Welcome
Welcome to my website. This is an eclectic collection of my interests; poetry on any topic, writing of novellas and soon to be a whole lot of information on teaching with a focus on those students that struggle (regardless of the reasons why).
I hope you enjoy your exploration.
Surprised finding
I have never ever enjoyed a holiday For more than a week or two After a week to recover, of course Roll on some horrendous years Two too many deaths at work A masters of Special Education A shift – overseas no less And…
7. Feeling Great
Day 7 – nothing like an early morning walk in nature. I even added some attempts at jogging in.
6. No walk today
Day 6 of my fitness journey – a slower day for exercise but not in terms of how busy I am at the moment.
5. Getting back into exercise
Day 5 of my fitness and health journey – it’s been off to a horrendous start but my health is important to me.
4. Unofficial rest day
My son informed me that he would catch the train to work today. My soul screamed “Yes”. For so many reasons, most of whom involve my friend and her nightmare. I slept in – or rather instead of getting up and doing something productive,…
Autism Related Information
Autism Spectrum Condition (ASC) is a life long condition that is characterized by social communication deficits and repetitive behaviors. As one of my students put it – “My brain is wired differently.” Autism is a spectrum which means that a person with Autism can…
Novellas
I write lots of Novellas – it seems to be a length that suits me. My problem is I don’t like editing them, although I am attempting to get better at it. Self publishing on my site is a way to encourage that.
USA vs Aus School rules
I go to enrol a child in school And groan at the thought of the school handbook But as I delve into it’s pages I feel my shock and awe growing In Australia, no more a glance Weaponry is banned at school Drugs are…
FACELESS
You don’t notice These students Silently hiding Facing you In the classroom. They sit Neat and tidy Their manners On show Doing everything To hide In plain sight. They dutifully Copy down notes Make you think That they are doing The work. But inside…
Which ones will fade
My students sometimes fade from existance My mind a swirling black hole And I assume that the same occurs to them Another teacher, years later, unremembered, unremarked. But each student I teach touches me In ways I cannot explain The quiet of the McA’s…
