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Thursday, December 26, 2019

Dzieci Lubią śmieszne Rymy

Wszyscy wiemmy o obrym wpływie niegrzecznych rymów, dlatego wiec bardzo goraco polecam przygody Pana Pierdziołka. Są one stosowne dla wszystkich, duzych i malych, grzecznych i niegrzecznych dzieci i doroslych. Chodz tak na prawde wierze, ze wszystkie dzieci sa grzeczne. Czasami niektore sa bardziej ciekawe swiata niz inne i przy okazji swoich przygod cos niechcaco spsocą.
"Pan Pierdziołka spadł ze stołka. Powtarzanki i śpiewanki"

"Nowe fikołki Pana Pierdziołki. Powtarzanki i śpiewanki" oraz

"Sny i tobołki Pana Pierdziołki. Powtarzanki i śpiewanki"

“Wiejskie gryzmołki Pana Pierdziołki. Powtarzanki i śpiewanki”


Tytuł: Pan Pierdziołka spadł ze stołka. Powtarzanki i śpiewanki
Autor: Praca zbiorowa
Wydawnictwo: Zysk i S-ka
Ilustracje: Kasia Cerazy

ISBN: 978-83-7785-112-8

Saturday, November 30, 2019

November - A Month To Give Thanks

Thank you all my Family and Friends
To my husband for his support and love
My daughter for inspiring me everyday,
My sister and her family
My mom and extended family
My best friend
And more...



Sunday, November 10, 2019

Growth Mindset



Plan A didn't work.
Good thing the Alphabet has 25 letters

It's good enough.
Is it really my best work?

I made a mistake.
Mistakes help me to improve.

I'm awesome at this.
I'm on the right  truck.

I'm not good at this
What am I missing?

It's too hard.
This may take some time.

Wednesday, November 6, 2019

Great Author - M. G. Leonard with Beetle Collection

In Polish

Pen name - M. G. Leonard. She is an award-winning, bestselling British writer of children’s books. Her books have been translated into over forty languages. Check her website
M. G. Leonard Beetle Collection
Beetle Boy
Beetle Queen
Battle of the Beetles

Beetle Collection is perfect for Roald Dahl and Stuart Gibbs fans like my 12 years old daughter! It’s great for readers who like to laugh and who like their mysteries combined with adventure.

I like this review of “Beetle Boy”

LOGOTHERAPY - Viktor E. Frankl - “Man's Search for Meaning”

Man is capable of resisting and braving even the worst conditions.
- Viktor E. Frankl


During my last visit to Poland my sister gave me a small book “Man's Search for Meaning” by Victor E. Frankl. After reading it I felt like I ought to pass it to my friends or those who are looking for a sense of purpose and meaning in the life.  

Then I deepen my research about the author - LOGOTHERAPY - popped along with - Viktor Frankl, a neurologist and psychiatrist; the Holocaust survivor.

LOGOTHERAPY meaning, definition & explanation

What does LOGOTHERAPY mean exactly?
LOGO derived from a Greek word variously meaning "word", "speech", "ground", "plea", "opinion", "expectation", "account", "reason", "proportion", and "discourse"
THERAPY - from Greek therapeia means "curing, healing, service done to the sick; a waiting on, service,"

What is LOGOTHERAPY?
LOGOTHERAPY concept is based on the premise that the primary motivational force of an individual is to find a meaning in life. A short introduction to this system is given in Frankl's most famous book, “Man's Search for Meaning,” in which he outlines how his theories helped him to survive his Holocaust experience and how that experience further developed and reinforced his theories.

The basic principles of LOGOTHERAPY:
  • Life has meaning under all circumstances, even the most miserable ones.
  • Our main motivation for living is our will to find meaning in life.
  • We have freedom to find meaning in what we do, and what we experience, or at least in the stand we take when faced with a situation of unchangeable suffering.
From Viktor Frankl Institute of Logotherapy

I also would like to read
The Doctor and the Soul: From Psychotherapy to Logotherapy” by Viktor E, Frankl 

Thursday, October 31, 2019

Chewing and Risk of Choking

"I sit at the table when I eat!" - Basia
"I pay attention to what and how I drink." Basia

Lack of attention to chewing can set people for dangerous consequences: aspiration or even choking. Screening and intervention can put them on a safer path. To learn more read an article linked below.
"I chew slowly everything I bite." Basia

Behavioral Cough Suppression Therapy for Chronic Cough


Many patients with idiopathic chronic cough can benefit from a cough-suppression treatment provided by SLPs. However such treatment is given very rarely. Read the article linked below to learn more.

The Big Change - A short story about a girl that changes in a few days

The Big Change
- A short story about a girl that changes in a few days -

My name is Charlotte and I will tell you my life story. I started out as a girl in an orphanage called “The Hope Place.” I went there with my two other siblings when I was five because my dad was a gambler and my mom took care of us alone. He did something bad. I don’t know exactly what but he ended up in a jail so my mom had to work hard as a waitress, two shifts, weekends, or our off days from school. She didn’t have enough time to take good care of us so we were taken into “The Hope Place.” I felt like our parents abandoned us. It was a very depressing experience. I still think that my mother loved us, but our father used to say: “You are nothing more than a pain.” He drank a lot and was very rude to us. Sometimes I would blame all of the bad things that happened to us on myself because I thought that I was a black sheep of the flock, the oldest child that made us leave our home and suffer. Now I have learned that I had nothing to do with the fact that our parents left us. 

About two years since we were in “The Hope Place” and had gotten used to the residence we were separated. My six years old sister, Samantha went to a boarding school for gifted children. She had a passion and became good at playing piano. At the basement of the orphanage there was an old piano with a music book. She sneaked in there to play piano as often as possible. She taught herself how to read the music and move her little fingers on the big piano keys. An older, rich lady noticed her passion and talent and decided to pay for her tuition. She believed that Samantha had a great future with her gift. I was really happy for my sister but sometimes I wish that she was a normal child just like me and could stay to keep me company. My brother named Larry, was transferred to an orphanage for disabled children. When he was five the social worker at the orphanage has noticed some delays in his development. Now I am left alone here with no one I feel close to. When I was with my siblings, there was a part of my family still with me. The good part. To have them near me was like healing for my soul and sadness. I had someone to think about, worry about something other than myself and about how bad our live was. In other orphanages the rule was to keep the siblings together, but not in this one. We were separated.

I didn’t have a good friend at “The Hope Place.” I was bullied. I was alone. Kids would always try to compete for who was the best and who would get picked first to be adopted. When a kid was adopted he or she would walked with pride and laugh at us. Later, when they returned to visit us they would boast about their great new lives. They would put on their best clothes and walk through the orphanage as if they were fashion models. I never looked up to them because I knew that they was equal to me and the only difference was their better luck to be adopted. I tried not to be affected by their behavior, but their mean actions were hard to bear. That made me feel very jealous, sad, and lonely. We all tried to be nice and attractive for the new visitors, so they would want to adopt us. When they were around, we acted like people they wanted to see, but when they were gone we acted like ourselves. The adults always tried to conceal what they were saying about us, but after a while our ears got trained for hearing their whispers. Kids laughed at me when they overheard some visitors commenting my look. The potential parents were trying to pick their ideal child. They looked at our IQ, appearance, behavior... They had a mental chart and checked off the characteristics they liked. To make us get adopted, the orphanage employees would pull up our IQs and make us seem better than we were. This showed that they knew we weren’t too attractive. They didn’t even hide it from us. The longer I was at the orphanage, the more I got used to this discourteous behavior and learned to ignore it. This meant that I was starting to give up. I didn’t want to be judged for what I said so I grew quieter with each day. I wasn’t pretty or special in any way. With time I became overweight. No one wanted to adopt me. I didn’t like how the adopting parents made the selection process. It was a horrible experience when we were invited to their house so they could watch us and make a judgment. Sometimes I was getting used to the family and new life. It was hard to return to the orphanage with hope. The adoption center was giving us a sneak peak of the real world. This just made our lives worse because we were getting a taste of a future family that was not for us. It felt like the orphanage workers were making us try harder and be better than we were. What makes me sad is that the people who visited “The Hope Place” thought that orphans are not smart or civilized. That was not true. We were attending schools, going to the theaters, visiting museums. It is true that we had lower grades than kids who had tutoring and help from their parents. I personally had hard time at school. I was shy and sad which distracted me from learning.

Many people still think that orphanages look bad, with many beds lined up in one room, where kids are squished and badly dressed. In the past the government was trying to find the cheapest way to take care of unwanted children. Now it is different because there are less kids per orphanage and they receive better treatment. In “The Hope Place” there are social workers, psychologist and all sort of therapist who helped us feel better, do better, or look better. But it is still not the same as having a real family. Many doctors and therapists came to test our mental health, emotions, interactions, and IQ. I didn’t like it because they treat us without care or love.

Despite my negative experience, I always believed that parents should do a lot more than just making sure that a child has food and shelter. I know that parents play an important role in a child's mental development. Parents are role models that educate children how to be good people and citizens. They shape their personality and character. They also help kids with school work, give thoughtful advice and are friends. They teach them good habits and help them learn from their mistakes. The problem for me was not the way the orphanage looked and the conditions we had, but that we didn’t get enough attention and love from the people who supposed to care for us. Now I was much old and have gone through a lot. I recall the orphanage as a cold and dark place, not because of its look, but because of the lack of emotions and deep sadness I once experienced. 

The best day of my life was when a young couple with a little girl came to “The Hope Place.” The girl was about five. She was wearing a cute pink dress and a big bow. She smiled and pointed to me. She skipped and said, “Hi, I’m Cindy. I have a pretty doll. Do you want to play with us?” “That would be a lot of fun.” I answered. She grabbed my hand and pulled me to the sofa. She sat down and put her doll on my laps. “Her name is Lucy. Lucy is looking for a friend, just like you. Would you like to be our friend? I think she likes you.” I smiled, took a deep breath and said, “I would love to. I like her too.” Cindy was not shy, unlike me and very eager to talk. She looked straight into my eyes and asked many questions. I was expected to talk, to answer back and to play, and I did it all. She told me about her school, her teachers and friends. She showed me pictures of her dog, garden and room. She was cheerful and very energetic. For once I wasn’t shy. I felt like a different person, happy and as light as a feather. She reminded me of my dear sister Samantha whom I missed so much. Cindy’s parents were very excited that we were getting along. They talked to me for a long time and finally asked me to tell them my life story. They didn’t want to test me, they just said, “We trust Cindy and Lucy. We want to adopt you if you give us a chance.” I felt like the happiest girl in the world. I wanted to scream and jump up and down just like Cindy. My dream finally came true! I already love my new parents for the fact that they didn’t care how I looked, what my grades were or where my father was. They didn’t judge me. They gave me a chance to be myself and time to become one of them. From the very beginning we were a happy family.

On the way to my new home, I learned that my new father was an editor and my new mother was a real estate agent. Their biggest dream was to have two kids. When we got home Cindy was asleep. I help my mom to carry Cindy to her bed. She took my hand and walked me to my new room. “Welcome home Charlotte. I’m glad you are with us.  Everything here belongs to you. Now take your time and when you are ready come downstairs for dinner.” She kissed me and left me alone. From the very beginning I felt at home. The room was very pretty and modern. It was a good fit for my plain and simple character. My own room. I sat on the bed and got into my deep thoughts. I don’t know exactly for how long but long enough for chicken to smell roasted. At the dinner I got my first phone. In every way my new parents wanted to make up for the hardships I had experienced in the past. They haven’t realized that since the very minute they adopted me, they made me the happiest person in the world. We talked and laughed. My new dad had a great sense of humor! When it was getting late, my mom walked me up to my room to tuck me in. She went back down to talk more with my father.

The next day they told me about their plans for my sport activities and about wanting me to stay in the 9th grade for another year. I didn’t object because I knew that they loved me and were doing that for my own good. They had planned everything very carefully, so I could have a great life and be a successful person. My little sister made me a pretty card, obviously pink. I felt sorry that I didn’t have anything for her, but thought, “I will make it up a million times for what you have done for me. I will always remember that special moment and will give back one day, I will make someone happy too.”
Because of my new family, my mindset and personality had changed a lot. My mom often hugged me, tucked me in before I went to bed which I really liked. This was probably because she knew that kids from the orphanage don’t get a lot of love. She wanted to compensate everything. For once I felt like I had a real family. I was happy. Cindy was a very sweet sister who made me laugh. Thanks to her I opened up. I enjoyed reading to her every night. Some evenings I was so tired that I would fall asleep with her while I was reading and I stayed there till the dawn. 

My new life was almost perfect except that, when I started school, I was getting bullied. Once I was pushed towards the locker and laughed at. The kids seemed big to me and powerful. The long hallway appeared longer. I was scared. I was also called different names: “pig face”, “bear”, “beast”, “beefcake”, “big mac”, “burrito”, “butcher girl”, “chunk”, or “hippo.” If someone didn’t know my name they would say, “That new fat girl”. I didn’t like that. I was heavy and wanted to change it, but I didn’t know how.

One day my parents decided to sign me up for swimming lessons. At first I didn’t really want to go because I was afraid that teachers would laugh at me. With time I’ve started to love it. I had an amazing coach who taught me a lot. He put countless effort into helping me. He actually truly wanted me to become a great swimmer. When I was succeeding it became our shared achievement. I went to competitions and it turned out that I was a good swimmer, one of the top five. I also started losing weight and became strong. It seemed like my body was built for this type of work out. 

On top of swimming, I also went to the gym with my mother and ran with my father. I enjoyed both. 
Running with my dad was lot of fun because we could talked about everything. Dad was a person who would always listen to me with his full attention. He motivated me in every way and often studied with me. My parents were telling me that I was an amazing daughter with a high potential. They also told me that I was very ambitious and persistent in everything I did, including my hard work on losing weight. I was very motivated so I quickly achieved my goal of 115 pounds. I had lost 55 pounds!

Since I became a member of the swim team, succeeded in sports and lost a lot of weight, I started liking school and I began getting along with my classmates. I felt good about myself and all of the work that I have done. I liked that my attitude had changed - at first I was not very confident in myself and thought I would always fail, but with time I knew that I had my unique abilities to succeed. I liked who I became. At that point I knew that my new family would always support me. My grades have jumped up dramatically over the past few months. My parents made an enormous impact on this because they always helped me with my homework. My father even took time off from his work to help me. He understood exactly how I felt because he was an orphan himself and had a hard childhood. 

My friends wanted to make me happy and feel more confident so they asked me to go with them to a theater club. One day at school we had a “pi day” and we had to memorize the most numbers of the 𝝅 number and I won. Since then they knew that I was very good at memorizing. Everyone, students and teachers were telling me that the theater club would be a very good fit for me. They were right - I loved it. My mom also liked that I had joined the club and was very involved. She helped me to get the right costume and always made extra for my theatre friends. She invited my friends to come over to dress us up. She liked bringing food for us to eat during the rehearsal.

I met many new friends at the club. They were saying that I was amazing. When I said, “I don’t think so.” they replied, “You are very modest”. I thought that the best of best was my friend Lily. She wished to be an actress when she grew up and I wanted her to pursue her dream. Lily’s success in the play we were working on could help her in getting a scholarship at a well know drama collage. Our theater teacher decided that I would play the main character. Because I hadn’t time to memorized all the lines she set me as the replacement. At first I was disappointed, but when I learned that Lily would play the main role, I was happy for her. She felt guilty that she got picked instead of me, but I told her that she deserved it more than anybody else.

A month later… On the day of the first performance Lily was nowhere to be seen. This meant that I would have to play the main character. I knew I would do well, but wished that Lily was the one. She would be happy and proud. I looked for her everywhere, but 10 minutes before the show I had to get ready. During the show, people were very emotional when I sang and danced. The performance went very well and everyone gave me a standing ovation. It was a great night for me, my family and our friends. That night my parents invited all of them to our house to have some fun. My dad was the DJ and my mom entertained the guests. This was a last minute celebration, but it turned out amazing. The next day when I came to school people still hadn’t gotten over how well I performed. Lily was back but tried to ignore my gaze. At lunch I talked to her and she told me that she sacrificed her part for me because she felt guilty and thought that I would be a better fit. I was very sad for what she had done to herself. Her life dream was ruined.

I got an idea. I had to organize a show for her. I called my friends. We planned to re-do the show in my backyard. My parents agreed, invited friends, teachers and audience. My father brought his editors with him. Lily’s parents drove her to my house. She was surprised but played the main role. The publishers loved our innovative idea, stage and most of all, Lily’s play. She got great publicity, was invited for the interview and finally received an offer to the collage of her dream. We became friends for life and I’ve learned a great lessons. Friends are a gift that are as important as parents. They have to work together to achieve their goals. We ought to treat each other with kindness, give helpful hand and always motivate each other.

I keep in touch with my siblings. They are also very happy and safe. They live not far away from us. My adopted family and I often visit them and even spend holidays together. My half-sister has grown up to be an amazing child. My younger sister, brother and I all laugh about the past and try not to feel sorry for our experience. We believe that we are in the best circumstance that we could ever wish for. We try not to think about our past with pain or regrets. We try to forget about all negative things that happened and only think about positive things that we have experienced.

Now I am in Harvard College working on my law degree. It has always been my dream. I am very proud of myself. Lily got into a very good drama school called London Academy of Music & Dramatic Art in London and decided to become a drama performer in Cherry Lane Theater and Playwrights Horizons in New York and a teacher instead of a Hollywood actress. She wanted kids to pursue their dreams and be happy. My parents are very happy with my achievements over the years and I thank them very much for their love and kindness. I can never pay back the good that they have done. They are my saviors, some of the most important people in my life. If I stayed in the orphanage for the rest of my childhood, most probably I would have a sad life, a bad job and maybe not even friendships. But here I am, a person I would never dream that I would become. The family and friends pulled me up to a very high level and because of them I have always had very high accomplishments. I believe in myself and trust my abilities to make the right decisions. I have learned to never give up and reach for the highest. I love my friends and family for teaching me, motivating me, sacrificing for me, and most importantly, for loving me. Lastly, I believe that we must forget about our past problems because bad memories would just drag us down. The past can’t be changed, so we must focus on the future and try to make it better. One day I want to adopt a child to improve its life just like my parents did. I believe that the kids that are adopted are always thankful and happy. I hope I can change an orphan’s life and pass on the love my parents gave me. Thank you for reading my life story.

About the Author
I love to write short stories. I just wrote this for my 7th grade ELA homework. “The Big Change” was a very fun story to write. I learned a lot about the importance of family and friends from writing this story. 

The article that I read on CNN, “Girl loses 65 pounds in fight against childhood obesity” by Jacque Wilson, gave me a real world example and inspired my thinking about kids’ obesity problem. The book “Wonder” by R.J. Palacio also inspired me and helped me in writing the part about the show. “The War That Saved My Life” and “The War I Finally Won” by Kimberly Brubaker Bradley helped me to better understand separation from the mother and adoption. I recommend these books because they beautifully and wisely talk about departing your real family, difficulties of adoption, acceptance of our weaknesses, about believing in yourself, and importance of the friendship.

I also give a lot of credit to my ELA instructor for teaching me the methods of how to write a story. I also brain stormed my ideas with my classmates. Friendships that I experience everyday gave me examples for my writing. Finally, my personal life experience helped me to understand the importance of family, friends, kindness and persistence that are all reflected in this story.

 
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Monday, October 28, 2019

What to Give Up

While visiting NYC high schools I came across with a poster that cough my immediate attention. I want to share the content of it with you to make your day brighter and upcoming New Year resolutions more realistic.
 And keep smiling!

What to Give Up
Give up complaining ........................ focus on gratitude.
Give up pessimism ......................... become an optimist.
Give up harsh judgments ............. think kindly thoughts.
Give up worry .......................... trust Divine Providence.
Give up discouragement ......................... be full of hope.
Give up bitterness ............................. turn to forgiveness.
Give up hatred ................................. return good for evil.
Give up negativism ....................................... be positive.
Give up anger ........................................ be more patient.
Give up pettiness ................................... become mature.
Give up gloom ...... joy the beauty that is all around you.
Give up jealousy ....................................... pray for trust.
Give up gossiping .......................... control your tongue.
Give up sin ................................................ turn to virtue.
Give up giving up ..................................... hang in there!

Have a great autumn day!

Monday, September 30, 2019

Once Again About DYSLEXIA

It affects one in five people.
It crosses racial, ethnic and socioeconomic lines.

Why Teach Your Child a Pleasure of a Bike Ride?


"Riding a bike not only improves physical fitness, it also benefits your child’s learning development and mental health."

Bicycle has various purposes in childhood development. It is a toy and a way to get around. It often serves all it functions at the same time, even as your child gets older.

 “Nothing compares to the simple pleasure of a bike ride,” once President John F Kennedy said.

Bike riding is a skill that comes with a wide range of benefits.
It’s fun
Sometimes it’s the simple things in life that are the most rewarding. Learning to ride a bike is one of them. Once your child has a bike, cycling is a fun and free activity that they can enjoy with friends and family for life.
It keeps child physically active
TheAustralian Guidelines for Health recommend that children should engage in at least one hour of vigorous physical activity every day to stay healthy. However, according to TheHeart Foundation, as many as 80% of Australian children aren’t meeting these guidelines. Encouraging your child to ride a bike while they're young helps to establish healthy exercise habits that are likely to stay with them for life.
It benefits child’s mental health and learning
Riding a bike not only improves physical fitness, it also benefits your child’s learning development and mental health. Research shows that students who ride bike to school are more focused and ready to learn, compared with those who are driven. Taking part in regular physical activity also has links to increase happiness, as well as giving kids more opportunities to make social connections.
Riding a bike improves physical fitness, learning development and mental health.
Cycling is an activity that all ages can enjoy. Mums, dads, kids, and even grandparents can take part in a family bike ride. It’s a great way to share some quality time, and it’s good for you too. Remember, the key to family bike rides is to have fun. So start slowly and take plenty of breaks to give little riders time to rest.
It’s good for the environment
Teaching your child to ride a bike has long-termbenefits for the environment. Using active transport like cycling instead of driving reduces carbon emissions, eases traffic congestion and eliminates parking problems. Less pollution and traffic mean our communities will become greener, healthier and less stressful places to live.
It’s an easy way to get around
Cadel describes bikes as “the perfect vehicle for transport.” And he’s right. Once your child gets older, riding a bike becomes a quick and healthy way for them to get to and from school, sporting and play activities. Even better, it saves you time because your child won’t have to rely on you for lifts. Now that’s a benefit every parent can relate to!

Learning a language is like learning to ride a bike.

The bike analogy highlights the different between language learning and language acquisition. If you go to class like a dutiful student for a year and learn all about how the grammar of some language works, but never actually get it very much and don't read much or do many practice exercises, then you've only learned, and not acquired. If you drop it and come back a year later, it'll be like there was nothing there.
If you get intermediate or even advanced in a language - to the point where there is a high level of automatically i.e. you don't need to think about genders, case declension, you can recall the most common 5,000 words at a normal speed, etc, then you have acquired the language. Understanding and using a language uses procedural memory, but learning a language uses declarative memory. Adult language learners go to class to get a leg up by learning grammar and vocab via declarative memory, and then what they're supposed to do is go out and practice a bunch in order to build up their procedural knowledge.
So, in summary, yes, language is like riding a bike, but only if you ever became good (like actually good like A+) at it.
Structural aspects of language, like grammar and the sound system, are learned via procedural memory. Procedural memory is a memory system known to be involved in acquiring skills involving sequences, like learning how to ride a bike.

Learning a language is exactly like learning to ride a bike. However, most people do not understand what it really means to "ride a bike". People assume it means you will never forget how to do it. This is only true if you rode a lot. If you learned to ride a bike and then the moment you managed to successfully ride your first few hundred meters stopped riding for a decade or two, the chances are you would need to learn from scratch again if you wanted to ride after that decade. Most kids learn to ride a bike and then literally use it as often and as much as possible. They go everywhere on their bikes and will ride for hours without end, even if they have no real destination in mind. They ride because they love to ride! This translates directly into massive amounts of reinforcements for the neural pathways used. Every time a skill is used the neural pathways involved becomes "stronger" and more permanent.
If you learn a language and for several years use it just as much as you used your bike when you first got it you will also never lose the ability, or rather the deterioration will be so slow that you'll be able to pick it up again very fast at a later date. 

Tuesday, September 17, 2019

Good Note-Taking

Teach your child good note-taking as early as possible.

  1. The Cornell Method
  2. The Outline Method
  3. Mind Map

Show how to find important information in text or during a lecture.
Check other hints/suggestions.

Sketch-noted Cornell Notes