1.
3rd
Gymnasio
Peristeriou
Athens
“Who
is
the
Traveller?”
Anastasia
Kyritsi
I
am
a
guidance
counselor
at
school.
My
first
degree
was
in
Home
Economics
$
Ecology.
My
Msc
in
Educational
Psychology.
I
am
trying
to
help
children
understand
themselves,
to
particular
aspects
of
their
personality
to
understand
their
capabilities,
competences
in
case
to
describe
about
their
dreams.
I
am
interesting
the
diversity
of
people,
from
where
they
come
from.
It's
not
scares
me,
unlike
is
a
challenge
for
me.
I
work
collaboratively
with
my
students
and
individually
when
they
need
me.
Reasons
for
my
participation
-‐To
understand
the
way
people
from
different
social
&
cultural
backgrounds
think,
react
and
respond
to
different
stimuli.
-‐To
be
flexible
to
change,
share
thoughts,
opinions,
respect
different
perceptions
of
the
world.
-‐We
are
all
the
same
in
front
of
diversity.
Describe
My
school
My
school
is
the
3th
Junior
High
School
of
Peristeri.
Peristeri
is
one
of
the
largest
Municipalities
in
Attiki.
A
lot
of
people
from
different
countries
live
in
the
area.
My
school
it's
the
oldest
school
in
this
area.
There
are
35
teachers
and
248
students
at
school.
There
are
a
lot
of
programs
(Comenius,
Erasmus
KA1.
KA2).
We
have
school
labs:
Library,
a
gym,
computer
labs,
Chemistry,
Biology,
Classrooms
for
Math,
English,
German
and
Technology.
Expectations
-‐To
view
specific
aspects
of
our
culture.
-‐To
cooperate
in
a
move
effective
way.
-‐Exchange
opinions.
-‐To
improve
educational
and
professional
skills
through
active
learning,
team
work
and
the
project
method.
The
traveller
artist
chosen
is
Seamus
Heaney
(Irish
poet)
Greece's
classical
literature
was
key
to
Seamus
Heaney's
work
and
he
was
on
holidays
near
Kalamata,
in
the
southern
Peloponnese,
when
the
announcement
came
through
from
Stockholm
in
1995
that
he
gained
year's
Nobel
literature
prize
laureate
2.
“I
came
back
from
that
frugal
republic
with
my
two
arms
the
one
length,
the
customs
woman
having
insisted
my
allowance
was
myself.
The
old
man
rose
and
gazed
into
my
face
and
said
that
was
official
recognition
that
I
was
now
a
dual
citizen.
He
therefore
desired
me
when
I
got
home
to
consider
myself
a
representative
and
to
speak
on
their
behalf
in
my
own
tongue.
Their
embassies,
he
said,
were
everywhere
but
operated
independently.”
Seamus
Heaney
studied
English
at
Queen's
University
Belfast
before
teaching
in
Belfast
and
at
Carysfort
College,
Dublin,
a
teacher
training
college.
His
first
collection
of
poetry,
Death
Of
A
Naturalist,
was
published
in
1966
and
by
1972
he
gave
up
full-‐time
teaching
work
to
concentrate
on
his
writing.
The
timing
was
significant.
His
poetry
reflected
the
turmoil
of
that
era
in
Northern
Ireland.
The
Nobel
Prize
Committee’s
biography
of
Heaney
put
the
matter
thus:
“As
an
Irish
Catholic
he
has
concerned
himself
with
analysis
of
the
violence
in
Northern
Ireland
-‐
with
the
express
reservation
that
he
wants
to
avoid
the
conventional
terms.
In
his
opinion,
the
fact
that
there
has
been
unwillingness
on
both
sides
to
speak
out
-‐
even
about
manifest
injustices
-‐
has
been
of
great
importance
in
the
explosive
development.”
As
a
writer,
Seamus
Heaney
achieved
something
very
rare
–
his
work
has
great
popular
appeal
but
he
always
retained
the
respect
of
his
fellow
poets,
of
the
academic
community
and
of
literary
critics.
His
popularity
was
truly
extraordinary
–
a
few
years
ago
it
was
reported
that
his
books
make
up
two-‐thirds
of
the
sales
of
living
poets
in
the
United
Kingdom.
As
a
teacher
and
an
academic,
Seamus
Heaney
held
the
most
prestigious
posts
–
he
was
Professor
of
Poetry
for
five
years
at
Oxford
and
he
spent
many
years
at
Harvard
where
he
was
Professor
of
Rhetoric
and
Oratory.
He
received
international
honors
too
numerous
to
mention
here
save
to
say
that
the
Nobel
Prize
was
awarded
“for
works
of
lyrical
beauty
and
ethical
depth,
which
exalt
everyday
miracles
and
the
living
past”.
Among
the
many
tributes
which
have
been
paid
to
his
memory
in
the
past
three
months,
I
would
quote
from
former
President
Clinton
and
Hillary
Clinton
who
said
recently
"When
we
lost
Seamus
Heaney
this
summer,
we
lost
more
than
a
great
poet,
we
also
lost
a
great
spirit,
a
truly
extraordinary
man
who
moved
easily
between
the
role
of
artist
and
public
figure
with
grace,
dignity
and
humility.
And
we
lost
a
genuine
friend."
“Now
it's
high
watermark
And
floodtide
in
the
heart
And
time
to
go...
What's
left
to
say?
Suspect
too
much
sweet
talk
But
never
close
your
mind.
It
was
a
fortunate
wind
That
blew
me
here.
I
leave
Half-‐ready
to
believe
That
a
crippled
trust
might
walk
And
the
half-‐true
rhyme
is
love.”