Introducing a growing collection of matric literature study guides that make room for different ways of thinking without compromising academic depth. I've always loved teaching literature. Give me a classroom full of teenagers arguing about whether a character is misunderstood, manipulative, morally bankrupt or simply making spectacularly bad
Funny how a child can understand quadratic equations but can't remember where she left her jersey. At school, we tend to be reassured by the marks. The missing jersey is a separate disciplinary matter, apparently. I've spent a good part of my teaching career interested in
A late understanding of ADHD can change the way a woman reads her entire life. For The Bridge School’s occupational therapist Maggie Wong, it began with a pressure cooker, a kitchen covered in pasta sauce and the sudden realisation that perhaps other people’s brains did not work quite
Children are remarkably good at reading adults. Long before they can explain executive functioning, sensory overload or the particular misery of being given six instructions at once, they can tell when they are the child who takes too long. The one who talks too much. The one who needs reminding.
By Tashka Munisamy, Head of Therapy at The Bridge School Morningside Technology is part of our children’s world. It influences how they play, communicate, find information and increasingly how they learn. It makes sense that we should also be looking at where it can have a useful place in
One of the more confusing things about children is how extraordinarily capable they can be in one moment and completely unable to manage something apparently simple in the next. A child may spend an hour building an intricate Lego structure from memory, then stare at three maths questions as though
What follows a child into a new classroom, school or support relationship, and what gets left behind A new school asks for a brief background. I open the folder, then the folder inside the folder, then the email I saved because it contains the clearest explanation of what actually helped.
Why helping children understand how they regulate, think and learn changes far more than the next worksheet. I have sat beside many children who knew exactly what they were supposed to do and still could not begin. The book was open. The instruction had been given. The work was often
For many children at The Bridge School Morningside, school has not always fitted easily. Some children need more movement. Some need more time. Some need quiet, structure, repetition, visuals, sensory support or another way into the work. Some read differently. Some communicate differently. Some learn beautifully, but not always in
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I have been thinking a lot about how much information parents are expected to carry when their children need extra support. Not only the appointments, assessments, school meetings and admin, although there is plenty of that. It is the constant remembering that wears you down. Who has seen which report?
A few years ago, many neurodivergent families were having the same conversations in isolation. Parents were searching for answers. Educators were trying to understand. Professionals were working hard to support children and adults, often without seeing the full picture. Most of us were finding our own way through a system
From 11 to 17 June, Neurodiversity Pride Week comes to South Africa for the first time as part of a global movement spanning more than 50 countries. At its centre is 16 June, a date already tied to the fight for access to education, now sitting alongside a different question:
I have always said that if I could have dinner with anyone, dead or alive, it would be Leonardo da Vinci. Also, ideally, a very good translator, because I have questions, and I refuse to waste a once-in-history dinner opportunity nodding vaguely across five centuries of linguistic confusion.
A fuller, more humane guide to helping different brains study in ways they can actually return to. Most study advice is written for learners who can sit down, start cleanly, stay focused, tolerate the page, and show what they know in neat little boxes. Plenty of learners cannot do that.
There are television characters you enjoy, and then there are the ones you recognise. The first can make you laugh, quote lines, and carry a whole series on timing and charm alone. The second settle somewhere deeper. They remind you of children you have taught, children you have raised, children
I ugly-cried at the final episode of The Middle. Not a quiet little tear. Not even a respectable cry. My face gave up entirely, my nose blocked, and I sounded like a wounded donkey. It was not my finest hour. The strange thing is, I should have expected it.
As The Middle climbs the Netflix charts again, one character is landing very differently this time. Brick Heck was always memorable. The whispering, the intense focus on his interests, the social misfires, the way he seemed slightly out of step with the world around him. When the show first aired,
Many parents carry a reasonable assumption about children and reading. If a child loves stories, surely literature at school should feel easy. After all, this is often the child who devours films, discusses characters endlessly, invents complex narratives, and analyses plot twists with surprising sophistication. Yet for many learners, the
I want to share something that has been sitting heavily with me, because it speaks to a much bigger problem than just one situation. For the past while, I’ve been caring for a young neurodivergent girl who has fallen through more cracks than I can count. Like so many
Almost four years ago, when I began reaching out to parents through my writing, one article found its way to someone who needed support for his own children. We started talking, quietly at first, about learning, about schools, about what happens when the system doesn’t quite fit the child
A Facebook memory popped up the morning we received my son’s matric results. A photo from fifteen years ago, taken on his first day of Grade 1. Same boy. Same face. A very different moment. The timing felt almost pointed. By the time that photo was taken, we already
