Innancing a person who loves people
Guðríður Haraldsdóttir, journalist and proofreader for many years, as well as being a popular blogger on the Mogg blog, is a new role. She is moved to town and began to teach foreigners Icelandic in the language school The Paul factory. She has fourteen students and teaches them Icelandic three nights a week.
« My students come from Vietnam, Syria, Venezuela, Ukraine and Greece. She has previously taught foreigners Icelandic and then at lifelong learning in Akranes.
« It is possible to teach that is increasingly successful. I have students at B-level, almost beginners, who are learning to read and write Latin fonts.
They understand when I say with theatrical preparations: « Close a book, open a style book, listen and write. » They have learned to know these words – they learn the letters steadily, or their sounds, write a lot and read a lot aloud. The repetition creates the master. It undoubtedly gives them security that I do not blurt something they do not understand.
There is quickly a good connection between teachers and students. No English is spoken in times, just Icelandic and it is both smart and correct. Certainly, the students of the school have been in the Icelandic studies for a long time, as many points are running at any given time. Taught from morning to evening in many classrooms. There are eight reading courses at different levels and eleven courses that accompany the European language framework. This is the only Icelandic school with this reading study at many levels. «
The teaching materials are carefully thought out, according to Gurríar, not just books, but also cards and more, and on some levels there are field trips on museums or to the store, it is cooked with students and many other exciting things. The school is working a lot with compliments that works extremely encouraging on students.
Gurrí says that the teacher group in the canns factory consists of all kinds of wonderful people of all ages, including writers, a rider and violinist in the band. There is a good spirit and great help. Most teachers have worked there for years.
« In the first few weeks I worked as an assistant teacher while I learned the teaching methods and it was invaluable to get such good preparation and be on salary while. Now I am a teacher with one to two assistant teachers with me. This is a great school and a very good job done there.
I myself learn a number of things and may, among other things, thank me in Ukrainian and Arabic.
I have always enjoyed being around people who speak different languages and the people I have met over the years, I find the diversity of human life very good here. «
Got a joyful
Last fall, Gurrí moved to Reykjavik from Akranes where she had lived for over eighteen years. « It came as a pleasant surprise to me to get this work quickly in Reykjavik and not least such an incredibly fine job. »
She has always been good at being around people. « It can still be said that I am an inner person who loves people, though, I feel good and, for example, found no difference in my life in the Banks Bank in Covid times. »
Gurri took on a foster child, a foreign boy, Yehya, in 2017 and calls him a boy on the blog. « I was working for the week and had been traveling daily for ten years by bus from Akranes to Reykjavik. It took three hours a day after the issue moved to Gardabaer. I went for the rest to get tired of these great travel and applied to work from my home as a proofreader I got.
My sister, who is a social worker, suggested that when I started working at home, that I was seeking to become a foster parent, the need was so great. I decided to do so and I had hardly completed the Foster Pride course when I was moved to a thirteen-year-old Palestinian boy. He came to Iceland four years old, but due to illness he had to get another home. He is in good contact with his mother who he meets regularly.
The boy, who is a great source of joy, has a disability that does not prevent him from enjoying life. Over time, we became close that we began to finish the sentences of each other. In April last year, he moved from me to a small apartment at a cohabitation in Akranes, where he goes very well.
Recently, I celebrated his twenty -one -year birthday here in Reykjavik. He got a lot of guests and gifts and there he became perfectly satisfied that I had moved to town. He has long become one of the family and comes to me regularly and stayed, we will celebrate Christmas and Easter for the time being. He is the biggest Christmas child I know. «
Did not follow a recipe for grief
Gurri took Yehya nine months before her son, Einar Þór Einarsson, died in a car accident, 37 years old.
Everyone who knows Gurri knows her positivity and light grove. When a journalist asks her how she got through losing her private child, she says after a brief thought: « I think many things have helped; the people around me, music, books (which had to end well), work, probably also innate joy and intolerance to drama. I often think of Einar but life. »
She recalls when she heard about Einar’s death. « The police came and went very slowly and professionally to tell me what had happened. It gave me the time I needed to accept that something horrible had happened. I finally asked cleanly: » How did it go? » And got the answer: « As bad as you can imagine. » I know that the brain in a person always resists in such a situation and only allows to infiltrate as we tolerate and my reaction was a little different from me. I was confident that this should have happened. Still, I’m not a publisher, but I clearly needed something to stay at this point.
The police necessarily wanted me to come to me even though I was not excited about it, I wanted to get my people I knew would come as soon as it got the news. The priest was lovely but did not read right in the situation and told me to be in denial because I did not cry in his lap. Of course, I was staring after the news – so I have never been comfortable crying in the presence of others.
At this time, I learned, among other things, that the so -called sadness; Denial, anger and all, were about them (and their relatives) who get the news that they are dead … but the points have still been hit by everyone who suffers in shocks. I never felt denial, never anger. Of course, still some who lose a loved one are incredibly angry.
So it was stated to me that the grief should be so much worse after the funeral. I didn’t find it. Am I possibly morally blind? I thought about time because I did not follow the recipe for the grief process of grief. It should not tell people how to grieve. We are so different.
After the loss, I was asked if I found it better or worse to be with the foster son. I can sincerely say that it was better. A boy is a great hug and it was also good for me to have to think about something other than the loss.
Still, I admit that today I can be extremely sensitive and I don’t feel very easy to talk about my son. »
Expatriate for writing needs
Gurrí enjoys great popularity for her Mogg blog as she writes about daily life in a humorous tone. « When I quit as a journalist a few years ago, my blog became my expansion for writing. There, I find it quite natural to exaggerate and bull, for example, sometimes talk about my countless husbands who were now just one and a long time ago. Sometimes it is tempting to write about politics and other things.
She says she likes herself in Reykjavik where she lives with two cats who have come well of age and do little other than sleep and eat. « I certainly miss Akranes and the wonderful people there and not least the sea view. I saw Reykjavik on the left when I looked out the living room window, Keili in the middle and volcanic eruption to the right, when I am a good fortune, I was a long time in the western town, moved to town. «
She says she is looking for extra work. « I don’t teach only three nights a week and sometimes read books for book publishers. I actually went to a reader degree at the audio library a few weeks ago and it came up so it will probably be contacted soon.
Blogged about the chat
Gurri blogged on the Mogg blog about the chat with the journalist and said there:
The chat was fun and went well, but then came the question: « Can I ask you about your son who died in a car accident? » It was unexpected and came to me completely open – but of course shouldn’t have done it. And how did the queen of the queen fail from the Drama Hate Haze Road with this question? Sure, she began to scab who really surprised her. The journalist was wonderful and I recovered quickly. Sick to the cafe was almost empty, one guest (indifferent about everything except its computer) in the corner.
Thought that wounds that had had seven years to heal (form a scanning) could not tear up like this … I still had a good time now and this also got me to think. Of course, no one responds to a loved one, and there is almost nothing that can be called wrong or right in a grief process, I understand. I lived in a well -protected environment on Skagan until October. And everyone I liked knew what had happened and I got no difficult or unexpected questions.