I’m sitting here, paying my bills online, thinking about how technology has, in some ways, complicated and, in others, made our lives so much easier. Just the thought of going to the post office tomorrow to pay my gas and electricity bills, queuing, maybe glaring at somebody trying to jump the queue- because they know the post office lady- was already stressing me out.
I have better things to do in the morning… like packing my case for my flight to Naples tomorrow night! Yes, I’m guilty of being a last minute packer- my clothes just jump, unironed, into my case. I worry about them when I get to wherever I’m going,
That reminds me… I need to check-in online.
Mi segnalano una lettera scritta da un gruppo di psicologhe e psicologi a proposito dell’iniziativa a cura del Ministero della Salute. Buona lettura e diffondete, se potete. >…
Source: #FertilityDay: lettera aperta alla ministra Lorenzin
After watching Silvana Richardson’s IATEFL 2016 plenary ‘ The native factor, the haves and have-nots’ this April I immediately asked myself what I could do to raise awareness of some of the issues …
Source: ‘The N factor’: spreading equality in your workplace – by Sarah Priestley
I don’t generally talk politics but am fed up of all this talk about European migrants.
My mum was an Italian migrant who, at the age of 7, moved to the UKage where she later met my dad. They had me in the UK, my brother and sister in Italy. Does that make me more British than my siblings? Am I allowed to consider myself British?
My great – grandmother on my mother’s side was Italo-American having been born there after her parents went to New York on a ship at the end of the 1800s. What exactly does that make my mum?
My nan on my dad’s side was Irish. Either Tipperary born or the daughter of Irish migrants so… is my dad really English? I mean either way, Pop married a migrant ‘s daughter .
I used to be very proud- I still am but maybe less so now- of my English roots (yes, I’m talking specifically of those roots. My general British roots I’m still Ok with!). I’m extremely embarrassed by all the comments I’ve been reading, and hearing, recently.
I though Italy was bad when it came to commenting on, critisizing, treating non-EU citizens badly- obviously only those who look ‘foreign’ (?!?!) because if you’re Australian, well that’s not a problem.
This week my adult EL students wanted to talk about Brexit. I didn’t. So we have been talking about identity , what it means to them and who they are. We watched Hetain Patel talk about identity.
Who are we?
Who am I?
Who are you to decide who stays and who goes?