09/30/2025
What do you guys think? Should homework still be given?
Les devoirs : utiles ou perte de temps? ✏️📚
Comme prof, je n’en donnais jamais. Pourquoi?
👉 Les élèves travaillaient mieux en classe quand j’étais là pour les aider.
👉 Ceux qui ont déjà mille choses après l’école (sports, job, famille) n’étaient pas écrasés.
👉 Et soyons honnêtes : ceux qui font toujours leurs devoirs ne sont pas ceux qui en ont le plus besoin…
Au final, les devoirs creusent surtout l’écart entre les bons et mauvais élèves, épuisent les jeunes après leur journée et ajoutent une charge aux parents.
Alors je vous pose la question : pour ou contre les devoirs?
06/20/2025
So many of us have stories about school—what helped, what hurt, and what was missing.
As I reflect on the system and how it needs to evolve, I’d love to hear from you.
👇 Take a moment to answer this question and join the conversation. Your insight matters—because change starts with listening.
05/31/2024
Beautiful! 🌻 The ancient Japanese idiom, Oubaitori, comes from the kanji for the four trees that bloom in spring: cherry blossoms, plum, peach, and apricot. Each flower blooms in its own time, and the meaning behind the idiom is that we all grow and bloom at our own pace. I don’t think we give ourselves enough permission to do this. We are far too critical and demanding in expectations about ourselves!
05/30/2024
He asks me to watch how fast he can run
How high he can jump, “did you see that mum?”
“Just a minute”, I say -
“I’m almost done”.
He asks me to listen while he hums a tune
Just a second, I say -
“I’ll be there soon”
He asks me to play, as I turn away,
I have things to do, and don’t have all day.
“Hold on a moment”, he hears me say.
He asks me to look at a picture he drew
I say I will soon, but I’ve things to do.
For his world is in colour, a work of art.
An invite he offers into his heart.
But there’s something unfinished.
Always something to start.
I will never be done
There will always be more
The dust will still settle
on some endless chore
And the running, the jumping,
the “mummy watch this”.
Will I remember it only as something I missed?
Too busy with crossing things off my list?
Let’s sit for a while, let’s take some time.
Pull me into your world,
Let me step out of mine.
He soars around, his arms are wings
And I finally learn that we need the same things.
In this season, and all that it brings.
A boy and his mother,
Just seeing each other.
Words from my book ‘Beautiful Chaos’ www.jessicaurlichs.com/shop 📚
Jess Urlichs
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