Tuesday 22 May 2018

Mind Your Language!

Because I have recently discovered writing as a hobby, I have found myself increasingly fascinated by language and how to use it. I’m currently working on a poem for my writing group and constantly revisit it, wondering if there are better words I could use, or if I could be a bit more clever in my imagery. 

Wicked and pernicious - who knew?

On Sunday my son was drinking a beer made with what the brewery described as ‘pernicious’ hops. I immediately jumped on the word and determined that I was going to get it into my poem!
Another thing that has always interested me is how we use idioms to enrich our language. The Guardian recently ran a quiz to find out if idioms can be recognised once translated from their language of origin. 


I have the proverbial cockroach...

I managed to get 8 out of 10, but some of them were hilarious. For example, in South Korea, if something is extremely amusing they say they laugh ‘until their navel falls out’, and if you ‘have the cockroach’ in France, you are well and truly fed up! The point of the quiz was to illustrate how difficult it can be to translate novels into English from other languages. I imagine it is equally tricky to do the opposite and translate English works into German, Swedish, Japanese. Do ‘letting the cat out of the bag’, ‘sitting on the fence’ and ‘hitting the sack’ really mean the same to people in other countries?

I fear the cat is out of the bag!

The main reason I began to think about how we use idioms and other linguistic tools was because of how people with autism respond to them. In general, idioms, similes and metaphors go right over their head, and if we are to communicate effectively we really need to analyse our language and how we use it. Years ago I was trying to encourage one of my pupils to ask for help. As he stood at the door, unable to reach the top handle, I asked him what he needed. ‘A ladder’ came the entirely reasonable reply. The point is, we understood his literal take on the question. 

Just what he needed!

That we couldn’t respond for laughing is another, probably unprofessional, thing, but we weren’t cross or annoyed. In a mainstream setting it may have been a different matter, and the child in question could easily have been perceived as being cheeky or rude. 
I spent a lot of time in my last few years of teaching working with mainstream schools to support children with autism. Whilst key changes like the use of visual support and structure were relatively simple to implement, changes around language were much more complicated. 

Visual support is the easy bit...

Our language is embedded in us at an early age, and we pick up phrases and words that have always stood us in good stead. Teachers, especially in primary settings, want their pupils to be comfortable and happy, and language is their biggest tool - explaining what is going to happen, what the children need to do and how the class rules work. The trouble is that, for children who struggle to process language, it is all too much. There were times in my classroom when it felt as though I was talking to a dog rather than a child, but ‘sit’ is far more easily processed than ‘time to sit down now to do our work’. ‘Work’ is another open ended term that can mean just about anything in school - sums, writing, reading, catching a ball in PE, digging a garden in science. 

Oh, this kind of work...

Surely specifying a task makes it accessible to every child in class - truly inclusive!
Another thing that teachers, parents, grandparents fall into is focussing on telling children what we don’t want them to do, rather than what we do want them to do: Stop shouting; Don’t break the pencil; Stop pinching. It’s not much of a seachange to say: Quiet; Put the pencil down; Hands down. Sorry to say, but I have no truck with ‘Kind hands’ - how can hands be kind for goodness sake? - surely far better to say keep your hands still, or put your hands in your lap. I can’t help thinking life would be so much less complicated if we focussed on telling people what we want them to do. 

He does it...eventually!

If I said, ‘Could you mow the lawn please?’ to my husband instead of saying ‘God the garden’s in a state’ things might get done a little bit quicker! 
It is not always easy. I never did find a positive way of asking a child to stop biting me - ‘keep your teeth still’ never quite cut it! But I did work with children who had very many complex needs alongside their autism. I firmly believe that, with the right support, many children with autism can learn in a mainstream setting, but part of what needs to change for this to be successful is how we use language in the classroom.


Entirely logical!

A couple of weeks ago The Salted Tail and I were helping our friend Sam to plant some strawberries. When we asked him for something to ‘open’ the grow bag. He came back with a tin opener. We laughed until our navels fell out. I rest my case… 

Wednesday 9 May 2018

My Really Favourite Thing!

Spiritual home?

I’m a bit hooked on Instagram - I don’t really know why, but I am. For the past week I have been taking part in Allison Sadler’s #freeupmyinsta challenge. The idea is you can post whatever you like in response to the prompt without overthinking it, and worrying about how perfect your post is. Anyway, today’s prompt was “Favourite Thing”. I scrolled through my photos, wondering what to post - family times, memories, my garden…so many things. Then I found some photos of Yorkshire Sculpture Park and thought ‘art, that’s my favourite thing’ and posted an arty picture with a suitable arty comment. 

I do really love art...

My Instagram family were sure to be impressed…
Then I remembered the point of the challenge - don’t overthink, don’t say what you think others want to read, be honest. Now I honestly do love art, but my very very very favourite thing is football. Cue loud groans from the majority of my ‘instafam’.

I love it!

I have loved football since my early teens and I’m not even sure how it started. I do know that, at some point when I was about fourteen, my uncle started to take me to matches. He didn’t stay with me - he left me at the turnstile and went to sit in his seat in the South Stand, while I stood, on my own in a corner of the ground. It’d never happen now - for a start you don’t stand! But it formed the beginning of a life long love affair with my local team Norwich City - the Canaries.

It really is a love affair

If you know anything about football, it is clear that I am no glory hunter - City’s trophy cabinet is remarkably compact - but I have never seen how anyone can claim to ‘support’ a team like Manchester United or Chelsea when they never see them play. I went to college in Liverpool, and in my final year I lived on Anfield Road, a stone’s throw from Liverpool’s ground. I saw some amazing matches. That year Liverpool won the league and the European Cup, and I dressed in red and white and cheered at the victory parade. But my favourite match in my whole time in the city was in November 1975, when I saw my team beat the mighty Liverpool on their home ground, 3-1. As I was sitting in a home stand, I had been warned not to cheer but, when Ted MacDougall scored that third goal I risked the wrath of some fifty thousand scousers and jumped up and down (a little bit)
My football adventure went awol for a while when I met my first husband. He didn’t like football so, true to the person I was then, I stopped going. When, some eighteen years later, we split up, I started going to watch my team again, this time with my daughter. My son, like his father, was not remotely interested, although he was always pleased with the happier household when we won!

Glory days!

In the years that have passed since then we have watched our team in the Championship, in the Premier League and, in dark, dark days, League One. My daughter now lives ‘oop North’ so my second, more enlightened husband comes with me, although Beth’s name is still on the season ticket - it would be unlucky to change it! 

More enlightened, but silly hats!

To help my team I have many superstitions that must craze the people that sit near me. I always say ‘We never score from corners’ whenever Norwich get a corner, I always sit in seat 168, even though strictly speaking that is not my seat. But if I sat in 169 and we lost, I simply would not be able to bear it! I even have a ‘lucky loo’, although this season its powers have mysteriously waned!
It is difficult to quantify what it is I love so much. I suppose, in a time when ‘community’ is less apparent, supporting a team feels tribal - approaching the ground in team colours with the common desire of watching our team win. Chanting with twenty six thousand other people, singing our anthem ‘On the Ball City’ is simply one of the best feelings in the world. For ninety minutes I get to shout, clap, cheer and, occasionally, swear and be one of a crowd most of whom want the same thing. It is such a joyous release.

Joyous!

Many seasons have come and gone since I was fourteen. Some have ended in the most marvellous way, with promotion and a victory parade, some with the disappointment of relegation, some with the whimper of mid-table anonymity. 

No other team is an option!

But while I am sometimes glad to see the back of a season when we have not performed particularly well, it’s not long before I start pouring over the transfer rumour sites and start looking forward to the next campaign.

Supporting Norwich City is not always easy, but, for me, other teams are simply not an option!