the boisterous group of fisherfolk from Urk

As an elementary school teacher in a historic town, with a huge language barrier, I would like to be the driving force in the coming years to invest in an English boost. Of course, there is on the Internet a lot to find to enthuse the children and colleagues for the English language, but in our school is a particular problem around the corner. The infant population who visits our school faces several problems: - Illiteracy - More a work mentality than a learning mentality - An educational culture that loves peace cleanliness and regularity - Sticking to traditions of the past and certainly do not want to deviate from So I wrote a development plan for our school where we followed an intensive training in Maidstone, Kent. One of the trainers is particularly stayed with me and he has done a lot for our school. His name is Michael Fennell, Consultant in Pedagogy and Teacher Development International Study Programme UK. I've written about him a metaphor which are key qualities clearly emerge and in which it will become clear why he just our English school ship has designated the right course to sail. Dear Michael, Meanwhile we are already a few weeks ago in the Netherlands and as a team we want to thank you for your great intrinsically motivated classes, where learning by doing very clearly evident. You gave us the right lighthouse, all of us did you initially think of Rowan Atkinson. Your whole appearance was linked to the rigidity of a gentleman and your dry way of speaking was exactly as we've come to our village, the former island of Urk. You were four as a lighthouse up and only gave light to where it was needed, but with a brightness of a 5000-watt lamp. Your dress was confessional like the jacket of the lighthouse: recognizable and boring for an outsider, but for us a sign of recognition. By focusing light beams on the environment you pointed us in the right direction so that became clear to us many things. You pointed a beam bright rays to where we needed to go, but move was necessary. We could and could not sit still. Though you never been to our school, you knew exactly how to touch the core, just like our lighthouse: stately kept you stand on your own place but let us do the work, where it was previously obscure. This method of indicating direction can defy centuries and the wildest storms passed by the government. And it fits perfectly with our culture. Your big glass viewers enlarge any detail, to an even more critical look at ourselves. I myself have had the most to you last rays: You seemed to radiate across borders to other countries. With a tough word called: internationalization. Searching for contacts with like-minded people in other countries, with one common goal: to learn from each other and taste of each unique culture. Thanks Michael! And for the future, we know where to find you. Like a lighthouse do not you come by your place and yet you go ahead! Greetings from the boisterous group of fisherfolk from Urk