I shall attempt something I've never done before - blogging in Mandarin. OK - I'm cheating. I'm using hanyu pinyin. Let's see how far I go.
jin tian zhao shang, wo kan tao quanlian. ta gen wo shuo, "miss chew, ni mei you blog."
wo gen ta shuo, "miss chew hen mang. mei you shi jian blog."
dang wo chu qu mai wu can de shi hou, wo kan dao yanru he brandon. yanru zhang da le. hen da... ke neng chi tai duo. wo gen ta men da zhao hu, rang hou jiao ta men hao hao de du shu.
Alright. I'm done. Painful. Thank God for English.
Lots to say, but no time to say it. But if I must, here's the most important things I want to say:
1. I hope my Sec 2 Integrity kids got into their choice class. Most of them went into the Bio class, and I hope they do their best there.
2. I'm thankful for my Media Club members for jumping in to offer their service in writing, in deejaying, in selling food etc for the open house and whenever work is assigned to them. I hope you guys find working with each other enriching... stay tuned for more good stuff next year!
3. I'm happy 2 of my babies have been born - HIHS Folder & HIHS newsletter.
4. I have three big projects to complete by next Friday - lesson plans and worksheets for EL and PW and my teacher work attachment.
5. I am so not prepared to head to Hanoi!
6. I am proud of my AEM students. You guys really really amaze me with your creations!
7. I wish all my Sec 3 Diligence (2005) students all the best for the O Levels!! I look forward to congratulating you for excellent results next year! Not forgetting Alfred too.. study ah... don't every time write story... :P
8. I hope my Sec 2 kids who are taking their re-exams work hard and pass this time. it's not always you're given a second chance.
9. I'm tired.
10. I want a holiday. A real holiday.
:)
10 November 2006
17 October 2006
Blog-on-demand
I feel like this blog has become "Blog-on-demand"... I only add new entries when someone tags or reminds me.. "Miss Chew, you haven't been blogging...!" So yes, Justin. This post is entered because of your tag!
Not that I've lost my love for writing. I still do, and perhaps, I wished I could do it more often since I'm better at expressing myself through writing. But work mostly robs away the time I'd love to have used for blogging.
I received a card in my pigeon hole today. It wasn't one of those fancy hallmark ones you'd find, but a simple hand-made one by one of my students. It was a pleasant surprise since there wasn't any occasion that warranted a card. It certainly brightened up my day and made the soon-to-be three years of teaching more fulfilling. To you who dropped off the card - thanks for taking time to make it. I was touched by what you wrote... and I've proudly pinned it up on the wall in front of my desk. :)
The guys in 3 Hope still continue to amaze me with their love for music. Maybe, in a way, I can identify with them since I do love music myself. And hating formal lessons, I picked up playing instruments mostly by hearing and figuring out chords. I still do wish I could play the piano one day.. that takes more practice. But I'd always love the drums. When I was in the band in secondary school, I'd wanted to join the percussion section, but alas, it was filled up. I ended up playing the cornet instead. But ever so secretly, I'd learn the drum beats just by listening... I still can't forget the dumbfounded look on my band mates faces when I taught them the drum beats and there they were trying to figure out the beats on the scores! Favourite percussion instrument - the timpani. What can I say?
One year has passed since I took over as form teacher of Sec 2 Integrity, and I must say, they have changed. They have matured.. well, some of them.. and they have grown.. err.. well, some still have lots of room for growth (literally!). *winks*. As the end of the year comes to a close, I can say that I am proud of them, and their achievements. Looking through the results mark sheet this afternoon, I must say there are a whole bunch of them that are really promising, and I'm sure if they continue their efforts, they'll definitely do well in Sec 3 and 4.
My wish for them as I leave them is that the continue their efforts, and push themselves to the limits. I hope they recognise that it is for themselves they are working hard for, and it will definitely make me proud to see them all successful in their own little way one day after leaving school.
So my dear class, as you move on, remember never to give up regardless the challanges and obstacles, because you have in you the qualities to make you one of the best. You just have to believe in yourself!
I leave you with one of my favourite matras that continually motivate me...
"Our greatest glory consists not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall."
Not that I've lost my love for writing. I still do, and perhaps, I wished I could do it more often since I'm better at expressing myself through writing. But work mostly robs away the time I'd love to have used for blogging.
I received a card in my pigeon hole today. It wasn't one of those fancy hallmark ones you'd find, but a simple hand-made one by one of my students. It was a pleasant surprise since there wasn't any occasion that warranted a card. It certainly brightened up my day and made the soon-to-be three years of teaching more fulfilling. To you who dropped off the card - thanks for taking time to make it. I was touched by what you wrote... and I've proudly pinned it up on the wall in front of my desk. :)
The guys in 3 Hope still continue to amaze me with their love for music. Maybe, in a way, I can identify with them since I do love music myself. And hating formal lessons, I picked up playing instruments mostly by hearing and figuring out chords. I still do wish I could play the piano one day.. that takes more practice. But I'd always love the drums. When I was in the band in secondary school, I'd wanted to join the percussion section, but alas, it was filled up. I ended up playing the cornet instead. But ever so secretly, I'd learn the drum beats just by listening... I still can't forget the dumbfounded look on my band mates faces when I taught them the drum beats and there they were trying to figure out the beats on the scores! Favourite percussion instrument - the timpani. What can I say?
One year has passed since I took over as form teacher of Sec 2 Integrity, and I must say, they have changed. They have matured.. well, some of them.. and they have grown.. err.. well, some still have lots of room for growth (literally!). *winks*. As the end of the year comes to a close, I can say that I am proud of them, and their achievements. Looking through the results mark sheet this afternoon, I must say there are a whole bunch of them that are really promising, and I'm sure if they continue their efforts, they'll definitely do well in Sec 3 and 4.
My wish for them as I leave them is that the continue their efforts, and push themselves to the limits. I hope they recognise that it is for themselves they are working hard for, and it will definitely make me proud to see them all successful in their own little way one day after leaving school.
So my dear class, as you move on, remember never to give up regardless the challanges and obstacles, because you have in you the qualities to make you one of the best. You just have to believe in yourself!
I leave you with one of my favourite matras that continually motivate me...
"Our greatest glory consists not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall."
19 September 2006
Bad Day..
I guess if I had Daniel Powter's Bad Day song, I'd put it up on the blog.
It has been a bad day, and when you have a cold to accompany it, I wonder what else can beat that. I won't elaborate more on the day but I'm glad it's coming to an end. I hope I've maxed out my "bad day" entitlement for the rest of the year. And I hope that tomorrow brings forth a new day filled with good things instead.
Well, at least for today, I'm glad I managed to find a way to include this song on my blog.. Yes, it's Christian Bautista - Everything you do...
Something to smile about at least even as I'm still sniffing...
:)
starfish
It has been a bad day, and when you have a cold to accompany it, I wonder what else can beat that. I won't elaborate more on the day but I'm glad it's coming to an end. I hope I've maxed out my "bad day" entitlement for the rest of the year. And I hope that tomorrow brings forth a new day filled with good things instead.
Well, at least for today, I'm glad I managed to find a way to include this song on my blog.. Yes, it's Christian Bautista - Everything you do...
Something to smile about at least even as I'm still sniffing...
:)
starfish
12 September 2006
Hectic Day!
Today is one hectic day that I dreaded but am glad it passed by ok.
For one, I was scheduled down for invigilation for the N Level CPA practical exams - right where I had my free periods. This was followed by Project Work with 2 Diligence - a highly hyperactive class that loves to chatter and chatter and chatter. And with project work lesson placing them into groups, the noise levels triples! It was hard to speak to them as I found myself raising my voice ever so often just to ensure I got my point across.
Then immediately after was CPA lesson with 3 Hope. My co-teacher was the CPE for another school so I was left to fend for myself. Didn't help that I had almost the whole class. Not that I couldn't handle them but after lessons with 2 Diligence, the last I had wanted to do was to shout again.
As exected, the guys were monkeying around and it wasn't til some 15 minutes later did I get them to settle down. They bargained for no lesson as they were drained by the end of the day. But I had to do something with them. It was only my professional expectations that warranted a lesson to be conducted. If I had a choice, I'd rather skip it considering I was already drained myself, from the invigilation, from lessons with 2 Dil, and from yesterday's long day with contact time ending only at 6pm.
It was frustrating for me to see half the class wanting to know the answers to the MCQs while the other half decided to mind their own business. I was frustrated but I couldn't show it. For some reason, the students in 3 Hope got my heart in some way. They can be an endearing bunch and really, I would like to see them succeed in their own way. They way some of them are so talented with their music makes me wished I could do a CPA lesson in music. I'm even cracking my head wondering what other platforms I can find for them to perform.
But a lesson is a lesson. And a classroom is a classroom. It is governed by rules, and some rules need to be adhered to if learning is to take place. And so I had to pull out a student, make him stand in a corner while I dealt with the others in the class. It was not a pretty sight I'd like to see in 3 Hope again. For each student I've been in touch with in that class, I've seen a side of them that is so beautiful, a side that is good, in control and with a heart - a golden one that is. But I don't understand what it is that makes them change all of a sudden to be a rowdy hard to control bunch.
It's just 3 weeks til the exams and I really hope to see all of them put in more effort in their studies. I hope they can learn to believe in themselves that they can succeed in school if they choose to. I hope they don't give up on themselves because I'll never give up on them.
It's painful when you begin to build bonds with your students and you see them stray.
The day continued to be hectic as I juggled all the admin work, planning for after exam activities, and starting the media club. Back home now, the work continues. But at least I have Chistian Bautista's song to keep me company. Tomorrow is a new day and I hope it brings a brighter, less hectic day!
:)
PS - Malcolm - In order of preference, these are my favourite Christian Bautista's songs:
a) Everything You Do
b) The Way You Look At Me
c) I Can Love You Easy
d) I Will Be What I Believe
e) Completely
and every other song!! :)
For one, I was scheduled down for invigilation for the N Level CPA practical exams - right where I had my free periods. This was followed by Project Work with 2 Diligence - a highly hyperactive class that loves to chatter and chatter and chatter. And with project work lesson placing them into groups, the noise levels triples! It was hard to speak to them as I found myself raising my voice ever so often just to ensure I got my point across.
Then immediately after was CPA lesson with 3 Hope. My co-teacher was the CPE for another school so I was left to fend for myself. Didn't help that I had almost the whole class. Not that I couldn't handle them but after lessons with 2 Diligence, the last I had wanted to do was to shout again.
As exected, the guys were monkeying around and it wasn't til some 15 minutes later did I get them to settle down. They bargained for no lesson as they were drained by the end of the day. But I had to do something with them. It was only my professional expectations that warranted a lesson to be conducted. If I had a choice, I'd rather skip it considering I was already drained myself, from the invigilation, from lessons with 2 Dil, and from yesterday's long day with contact time ending only at 6pm.
It was frustrating for me to see half the class wanting to know the answers to the MCQs while the other half decided to mind their own business. I was frustrated but I couldn't show it. For some reason, the students in 3 Hope got my heart in some way. They can be an endearing bunch and really, I would like to see them succeed in their own way. They way some of them are so talented with their music makes me wished I could do a CPA lesson in music. I'm even cracking my head wondering what other platforms I can find for them to perform.
But a lesson is a lesson. And a classroom is a classroom. It is governed by rules, and some rules need to be adhered to if learning is to take place. And so I had to pull out a student, make him stand in a corner while I dealt with the others in the class. It was not a pretty sight I'd like to see in 3 Hope again. For each student I've been in touch with in that class, I've seen a side of them that is so beautiful, a side that is good, in control and with a heart - a golden one that is. But I don't understand what it is that makes them change all of a sudden to be a rowdy hard to control bunch.
It's just 3 weeks til the exams and I really hope to see all of them put in more effort in their studies. I hope they can learn to believe in themselves that they can succeed in school if they choose to. I hope they don't give up on themselves because I'll never give up on them.
It's painful when you begin to build bonds with your students and you see them stray.
The day continued to be hectic as I juggled all the admin work, planning for after exam activities, and starting the media club. Back home now, the work continues. But at least I have Chistian Bautista's song to keep me company. Tomorrow is a new day and I hope it brings a brighter, less hectic day!
:)
PS - Malcolm - In order of preference, these are my favourite Christian Bautista's songs:
a) Everything You Do
b) The Way You Look At Me
c) I Can Love You Easy
d) I Will Be What I Believe
e) Completely
and every other song!! :)
10 September 2006
My mummy
Yesterday was mum's birthday. I stayed home with her the whole day to keep her company. After all, I don't get much opportunity to spend time with her. We watched the matinee of Forbidden City with my brother and headed for dinner after that. Then came back home cos they wanted to catch a soccer match!
Yes, mum has changed much since the mum I knew ten years ago. She has taken a liking to rearing plants instead of dogs, and watches soccer instead of soap operas. As a birthday gift for herself, she bought a book, "1001 Singapore plants". She even influenced my neighbour to rear plants, and now they have a mini community of plant lovers along my corridor... They even got the kids interested in the plants! One day, one of my neighbour's kids came running to my mum asking her to revive his dying balsam plant.. Of course, mum took pride in being the new resident plant doctor!
Mum sleeps in early so she can wake up in the middle of the night to watch soccer with my brother - right through the World Cup season and now with the EPL coming up, she's at it again. She speaks with her fellow salesmen at her work place about matches and soccer players as if she were a pro. She even had her own Dream Team during the World Cup! And with my brother, they shout, scream, scold and cheer their team on - right in the middle of the night while I snooze in dream land wondering how one can be so excited about 24 men on a green pitch with a white ball.
Yet, she remains my cool mum who plays with teddy bears and makes friends with my friends. She even goes on trips with them without me! So it was of no surprise that yesterday's string of smses came from my friends to her.. and she replied them cheekily as if they were her friends!
Yup, you can say I love my mum tremendously. She's gone through so much in life and I think she did a pretty decent job of bringing my brother and I up well even though we were left alone to fend for ourselves most of our teenage lives. Her constant reminder to remain positive and to pray has been so ingrained in me that til today, I still live up to what she taught me.
She's fought battles with me during my growing up years as I insisted on my way of doing things. And though she didn't always agree with what I had in mind, she always supported what I wanted to do. And even if I made a mistake with my decision, she never did once say, "I told you so." Instead, she'd just support me back to where it would be safer and where it would make her heart less worried.
Til today, I continue to shock my mum with sudden impulse decisions. But she's beginning to get used to the fact that her 31-year old daughter is all grown up, and knows how to find her way back somehow. She knows that I'm that independent one the family who likes to venture out. She once told me, "You know, if I die, I won't be worried about you cos you're street smart. You'll survive." Ha.. Thanks, mum.. (i.e. Unlike my brother, I am not study-smart!)
She nags at me for not being able to keep still and always finding extra work to do - like volunteering in church or doing design work for friends, or planning weddings and surprise birthday parties. I smile and I tell her I'm a reflection of her and she knows I'm right. All I am and all I've learnt, I've learnt from her.
Mum's wonderful, and I think I'm one lucky child to have my mum as my mum. I couldn't ask for more!
:)
Yes, mum has changed much since the mum I knew ten years ago. She has taken a liking to rearing plants instead of dogs, and watches soccer instead of soap operas. As a birthday gift for herself, she bought a book, "1001 Singapore plants". She even influenced my neighbour to rear plants, and now they have a mini community of plant lovers along my corridor... They even got the kids interested in the plants! One day, one of my neighbour's kids came running to my mum asking her to revive his dying balsam plant.. Of course, mum took pride in being the new resident plant doctor!
Mum sleeps in early so she can wake up in the middle of the night to watch soccer with my brother - right through the World Cup season and now with the EPL coming up, she's at it again. She speaks with her fellow salesmen at her work place about matches and soccer players as if she were a pro. She even had her own Dream Team during the World Cup! And with my brother, they shout, scream, scold and cheer their team on - right in the middle of the night while I snooze in dream land wondering how one can be so excited about 24 men on a green pitch with a white ball.
Yet, she remains my cool mum who plays with teddy bears and makes friends with my friends. She even goes on trips with them without me! So it was of no surprise that yesterday's string of smses came from my friends to her.. and she replied them cheekily as if they were her friends!
Yup, you can say I love my mum tremendously. She's gone through so much in life and I think she did a pretty decent job of bringing my brother and I up well even though we were left alone to fend for ourselves most of our teenage lives. Her constant reminder to remain positive and to pray has been so ingrained in me that til today, I still live up to what she taught me.
She's fought battles with me during my growing up years as I insisted on my way of doing things. And though she didn't always agree with what I had in mind, she always supported what I wanted to do. And even if I made a mistake with my decision, she never did once say, "I told you so." Instead, she'd just support me back to where it would be safer and where it would make her heart less worried.
Til today, I continue to shock my mum with sudden impulse decisions. But she's beginning to get used to the fact that her 31-year old daughter is all grown up, and knows how to find her way back somehow. She knows that I'm that independent one the family who likes to venture out. She once told me, "You know, if I die, I won't be worried about you cos you're street smart. You'll survive." Ha.. Thanks, mum.. (i.e. Unlike my brother, I am not study-smart!)
She nags at me for not being able to keep still and always finding extra work to do - like volunteering in church or doing design work for friends, or planning weddings and surprise birthday parties. I smile and I tell her I'm a reflection of her and she knows I'm right. All I am and all I've learnt, I've learnt from her.
Mum's wonderful, and I think I'm one lucky child to have my mum as my mum. I couldn't ask for more!
:)
05 September 2006
Christian Bautista Part II
Ok. I'm hooked. Walked into Sembawang Music Centre at Millenia on Saturday and asked if they had the Christian Bautista CD. The man smiled and nodded his head. He swiftly went to the display table and picked up the CD.
"Here you go. How about other CDs?"
"Er. Don't tempt me."
"Ha.ha.. How about this one?"
"No.. you're bad. Don't tempt me."
The man smiled cheekily and left me alone while I headed to the counter and paid for my CD.
Saturday wasn't exactly a good day but Christian Bautista brightened it up with his songs... right up til today and still continues to do so. I think by the time school reopens, I'll know all his songs by heart.
Here's one I found inspiring. It's called I WILL BE WHAT I BELIEVE
I aspired to be the best I can
I'm inspired to know what I'll become
I believe there comes a time
When my star will start to shine
Even though to each day in search and up hill climb
But I believe I can soar to the sky up high
When you're there you can inspire
No doubt in my mind
What you dream what you will become
Cause I believe I can climb as a mountain high
I'm inspired to reach the stars
As long as I lieve I wiell be what I believe
There's a winding road that lies ahead
No one knows what lies beyond the bend
Though the future none can see
I will make my destiny
I can be the best in what I wanna be
My friends rolled their eyes (ala msn style) when i asked them if Deborah Bautista sounded nice. Haha!
:)
"Here you go. How about other CDs?"
"Er. Don't tempt me."
"Ha.ha.. How about this one?"
"No.. you're bad. Don't tempt me."
The man smiled cheekily and left me alone while I headed to the counter and paid for my CD.
Saturday wasn't exactly a good day but Christian Bautista brightened it up with his songs... right up til today and still continues to do so. I think by the time school reopens, I'll know all his songs by heart.
Here's one I found inspiring. It's called I WILL BE WHAT I BELIEVE
I aspired to be the best I can
I'm inspired to know what I'll become
I believe there comes a time
When my star will start to shine
Even though to each day in search and up hill climb
But I believe I can soar to the sky up high
When you're there you can inspire
No doubt in my mind
What you dream what you will become
Cause I believe I can climb as a mountain high
I'm inspired to reach the stars
As long as I lieve I wiell be what I believe
There's a winding road that lies ahead
No one knows what lies beyond the bend
Though the future none can see
I will make my destiny
I can be the best in what I wanna be
My friends rolled their eyes (ala msn style) when i asked them if Deborah Bautista sounded nice. Haha!
:)
31 August 2006
Christian Bautista
I guess I must thank Ray Andrew from 3 Hope for getting me that CD of songs from Christian Bautista. Now, I'm hooked onto his songs! Makes me want to get all his albums! Not only are the lyrics meaningful, they are so well sung! That man is sure talented!
Here's two of my latest favourites...
Everything You Do
I love the way you smile
When I look your eyes
I love the way you laugh
When i try to be funny
And how a tear rolls down your face
When I say no one could ever take your place.
CHORUS:
Baby when you sleep
I watch you breathing
Baby when you dream
I dream with you
Cause everywhere you are is where
I wanna be
It's true everything you do
Makes me know how much I love you.
The way you touch my lips
Right after every kiss
And softly whisper
That I'm your everything
The way you pray
Our love wont die
Every night just before you
Close your eyes.
REPEAT CHORUS
And i believe some thingS are
meant to be
Cause I believe in love and
yours was meant for me.
REPEAT CHORUS
Listen to it here http://www.tristancafe.com/music/flash/everythingyoudo.html
Here's another one... Reminds me of how sometimes we can get so foolish when we fall in love.. Sounds like the Superman song somehow too!
INVINCIBLE
I don't have nerves of steel
I have a heart that feels
I may have cried a million
tears but I won't drown
I let myself unfold
Gave you my hand to hold
You took me beyond where
I could see
And then you let go of me...
Chorus:
I was damaged by the fall
Got the wind knocked out of me
To be standing here at all
I must be invincible
I thought that I would break
But now I have come to see
Something strong and beautiful
Inside of me
I must be invincible...
I don't have X-rays eyes
Don't have a heart so wise
How could I have known
you'd let me down
If I had known that then
my eyes are wide open
I still believe I would've missed it
Ahh... it's a blessing and a curse
Ahh... But you find out just
what you're worth.
Listen to it here.. http://www.tristancafe.com/music/flash/invincible.html
Thanks, Ray! :) Now you guys are gonna get together, figure out the chords and the scores for the piano and do a performance right? :)
starfish
Here's two of my latest favourites...
Everything You Do
I love the way you smile
When I look your eyes
I love the way you laugh
When i try to be funny
And how a tear rolls down your face
When I say no one could ever take your place.
CHORUS:
Baby when you sleep
I watch you breathing
Baby when you dream
I dream with you
Cause everywhere you are is where
I wanna be
It's true everything you do
Makes me know how much I love you.
The way you touch my lips
Right after every kiss
And softly whisper
That I'm your everything
The way you pray
Our love wont die
Every night just before you
Close your eyes.
REPEAT CHORUS
And i believe some thingS are
meant to be
Cause I believe in love and
yours was meant for me.
REPEAT CHORUS
Listen to it here http://www.tristancafe.com/music/flash/everythingyoudo.html
Here's another one... Reminds me of how sometimes we can get so foolish when we fall in love.. Sounds like the Superman song somehow too!
INVINCIBLE
I don't have nerves of steel
I have a heart that feels
I may have cried a million
tears but I won't drown
I let myself unfold
Gave you my hand to hold
You took me beyond where
I could see
And then you let go of me...
Chorus:
I was damaged by the fall
Got the wind knocked out of me
To be standing here at all
I must be invincible
I thought that I would break
But now I have come to see
Something strong and beautiful
Inside of me
I must be invincible...
I don't have X-rays eyes
Don't have a heart so wise
How could I have known
you'd let me down
If I had known that then
my eyes are wide open
I still believe I would've missed it
Ahh... it's a blessing and a curse
Ahh... But you find out just
what you're worth.
Listen to it here.. http://www.tristancafe.com/music/flash/invincible.html
Thanks, Ray! :) Now you guys are gonna get together, figure out the chords and the scores for the piano and do a performance right? :)
starfish
28 August 2006
Good start to the week
I wasn't feeling too well yesterday and despite the fact that I ignored the sniffing nose and light-headedness, my body took over my mind after church. Instead of trotting off to my favourite haven to mark my essays, I had to head home. All my aching body was screaming for was rest.
And so, reluctantly, I put aside my pen and a stack of essays and curled up under my blanket. It must have been the cold medicine I took cos I knocked out for the next four hours, only to get up to eat a little then dozed off in front of the TV in a weak attempt to try to remain awake just so I can try to mark at least a few scripts.
Headed back to bed after dinner, and crossed my fingers I'd be well enough today cos there's just so much to cover this week. It's a long week. PPRC, contact time, teacher's day dinner, oral exams, another test for my sec 2 kids... then next week - N Level invigilation, meet up with NIE mates, Teacher's Mass Lecture, Kagan Character Development course, Bridging minds debate, MoBlogging, setting of EOY exam paper... The thought didn't make me feel better. Plus I had to deal with how to speak to my kids about their discussions and slammings on their blogs about religion. I was worried about their quarrels and lack of motivation in some others. I questioned myself if I had really done my job well as a form teacher. From the looks of it - probably not.
I dragged myself out of bed today. The heavy thoughts laid in my head as I wondered how to deal with my kids. What should I say to them? Will what I say fall on deaf ears? What if I made it worse? I breathed hard as I faced them at the parade square. I gathered my courage and when they were sent back to class early after morning assembly, I took it as a sign. I prayed - "God, guide me to say the right words."
I think God must have guided me to say the things I said, cos I didn't plan to say what I did say. Nevertheless, i think it made an impact in some of them. The message to them I had wanted to convey was easy. "Love your neighbour as you love yourself."
The day got better as things I thought I dreaded turned out OK. I was assigned to invigilate a science practical paper which i thought took my time off my marking. As it is, i was already behind my schedule. But the experience turned out to be nostalgic as I thought back about my secondary school days where we were fearless of the bunsen burner, and white powders, and the glowing splinter test. Some of my classmates would even cheekily create a "pop" sound with the test-tube to trick the blur ones into thinking the hydrogen test was positive... I think!
My 3 Hope class happily greeted me "starfish" when I passed by their class. In the middle of their science lesson! Oh well... What can I say?
But I guess what made me smile the most was the blog entry of one of my students. That student was going through a dark phase, and I was trying to change her point of view. I almost gave up, but I'm glad I didn't. She's decided to go back on track and really, that can be one of the best teacher's day present this year for me.
It's a good start to the week as I got much accomplished today. I've already begun to list down tomorrow's list just so that I can be just as productive as I was today.
Am gonna meet up with my NIE mates next week to catch up. I think it'll be swell. It's been 2 years plus since we last met and I bet there are lots of stories to tell..
It's gonna be a wonderful week cos I want it to be so! :)
And so, reluctantly, I put aside my pen and a stack of essays and curled up under my blanket. It must have been the cold medicine I took cos I knocked out for the next four hours, only to get up to eat a little then dozed off in front of the TV in a weak attempt to try to remain awake just so I can try to mark at least a few scripts.
Headed back to bed after dinner, and crossed my fingers I'd be well enough today cos there's just so much to cover this week. It's a long week. PPRC, contact time, teacher's day dinner, oral exams, another test for my sec 2 kids... then next week - N Level invigilation, meet up with NIE mates, Teacher's Mass Lecture, Kagan Character Development course, Bridging minds debate, MoBlogging, setting of EOY exam paper... The thought didn't make me feel better. Plus I had to deal with how to speak to my kids about their discussions and slammings on their blogs about religion. I was worried about their quarrels and lack of motivation in some others. I questioned myself if I had really done my job well as a form teacher. From the looks of it - probably not.
I dragged myself out of bed today. The heavy thoughts laid in my head as I wondered how to deal with my kids. What should I say to them? Will what I say fall on deaf ears? What if I made it worse? I breathed hard as I faced them at the parade square. I gathered my courage and when they were sent back to class early after morning assembly, I took it as a sign. I prayed - "God, guide me to say the right words."
I think God must have guided me to say the things I said, cos I didn't plan to say what I did say. Nevertheless, i think it made an impact in some of them. The message to them I had wanted to convey was easy. "Love your neighbour as you love yourself."
The day got better as things I thought I dreaded turned out OK. I was assigned to invigilate a science practical paper which i thought took my time off my marking. As it is, i was already behind my schedule. But the experience turned out to be nostalgic as I thought back about my secondary school days where we were fearless of the bunsen burner, and white powders, and the glowing splinter test. Some of my classmates would even cheekily create a "pop" sound with the test-tube to trick the blur ones into thinking the hydrogen test was positive... I think!
My 3 Hope class happily greeted me "starfish" when I passed by their class. In the middle of their science lesson! Oh well... What can I say?
But I guess what made me smile the most was the blog entry of one of my students. That student was going through a dark phase, and I was trying to change her point of view. I almost gave up, but I'm glad I didn't. She's decided to go back on track and really, that can be one of the best teacher's day present this year for me.
It's a good start to the week as I got much accomplished today. I've already begun to list down tomorrow's list just so that I can be just as productive as I was today.
Am gonna meet up with my NIE mates next week to catch up. I think it'll be swell. It's been 2 years plus since we last met and I bet there are lots of stories to tell..
It's gonna be a wonderful week cos I want it to be so! :)
16 August 2006
Reading into songs...
It must have been the CD that was passed to me last week. And it must have been my training in practical criticism in JC. But I've this bad habit of reading into songs, tearing it apart and understanding why the lyrics appear as such. It's interesting when you begin to really listen to lyrics of songs, and wonder what went through the song writer's head when it was written.
Here's one of my favourite songs by a Filipino. I can't find his CD, so I can only listen to it on the web. Still, I think it sounds great, and the lyrics - really meaningful. It must have been one of those songs written for weddings.. you know, when they do the slow dance.. that's when couples look at each other, right?.. Anyway, if you want to listen to the song, go to this link: http://www.tristancafe.com/music/flash/wayulookatme.html
Oh - if you can do a google, you'd realise the singer's quite a looker too! :)
THE WAY YOU LOOK AT ME
by Christian Bautista
No one ever saw me like you do
All the things that I could add up to
I never knew just what a smile was worth
But your eyes say everything without a single word
Coz there's something in the way you look at me
It's as if my heart knows you're the missing piece
You make me believe that there's notheing in this world I can't be
I'd never know what you see
But there's something in the way you look at me
If I could freeze the moment in my mind
Be the second that you touch your lips to mine
I'd like to stop the clock make time stand still
Coz baby this is just the way I always wanna feel
Coz there's something in the way you look at me
It's as if my heart knows you're the missing piece
You make me believe that there's notheing in this world I can't be
I'd never know what you see
But there's something in the way you look at me
I don't know how or why
I feel different in your eyes
All I know is that it happens everytime
Coz there's something in the way you look at me
It's as if my heart knows you're the missing piece
You make me believe that there's notheing in this world I can't be
I'd never know what you see
But there's something in the way you look at me
The way you look at me
Here's one of my favourite songs by a Filipino. I can't find his CD, so I can only listen to it on the web. Still, I think it sounds great, and the lyrics - really meaningful. It must have been one of those songs written for weddings.. you know, when they do the slow dance.. that's when couples look at each other, right?.. Anyway, if you want to listen to the song, go to this link: http://www.tristancafe.com/music/flash/wayulookatme.html
Oh - if you can do a google, you'd realise the singer's quite a looker too! :)
THE WAY YOU LOOK AT ME
by Christian Bautista
No one ever saw me like you do
All the things that I could add up to
I never knew just what a smile was worth
But your eyes say everything without a single word
Coz there's something in the way you look at me
It's as if my heart knows you're the missing piece
You make me believe that there's notheing in this world I can't be
I'd never know what you see
But there's something in the way you look at me
If I could freeze the moment in my mind
Be the second that you touch your lips to mine
I'd like to stop the clock make time stand still
Coz baby this is just the way I always wanna feel
Coz there's something in the way you look at me
It's as if my heart knows you're the missing piece
You make me believe that there's notheing in this world I can't be
I'd never know what you see
But there's something in the way you look at me
I don't know how or why
I feel different in your eyes
All I know is that it happens everytime
Coz there's something in the way you look at me
It's as if my heart knows you're the missing piece
You make me believe that there's notheing in this world I can't be
I'd never know what you see
But there's something in the way you look at me
The way you look at me
15 August 2006
What my doctor said
"I suspect you have gastric flu. It's been going around."
*frown*
"You will vomit and have diarrhoea. It is highly contagious. Don't share food. Wash your hands often. Twice if possible."
"OK."
"You can't eat for two days. Just take clear liquids. Wait.. I give you this."
Takes out a sheet of paper with a list of what I can eat - drink I mean. Ribena, Barley Water, Chrysanthemum Tea, Diluted Fruit Juice.
"Drink Milo only if you don't have diarrhoea."
"OK."
"Rest well. You probably will suffer for these two days. No antibiotics cos it's a virus. Just let your body fight it. I'll just give you vomit pills just in case you do."
"OK."
"Take care."
"Thanks."
Head spinning and body aching, I left the clinic with a bag of medicine. Argh.. Where did I get this from? I was all OK yesterday. Oh well, hope I'd feel better on Thursday.
*frown*
"You will vomit and have diarrhoea. It is highly contagious. Don't share food. Wash your hands often. Twice if possible."
"OK."
"You can't eat for two days. Just take clear liquids. Wait.. I give you this."
Takes out a sheet of paper with a list of what I can eat - drink I mean. Ribena, Barley Water, Chrysanthemum Tea, Diluted Fruit Juice.
"Drink Milo only if you don't have diarrhoea."
"OK."
"Rest well. You probably will suffer for these two days. No antibiotics cos it's a virus. Just let your body fight it. I'll just give you vomit pills just in case you do."
"OK."
"Take care."
"Thanks."
Head spinning and body aching, I left the clinic with a bag of medicine. Argh.. Where did I get this from? I was all OK yesterday. Oh well, hope I'd feel better on Thursday.
13 August 2006
My Form Class
Sometimes, I ask myself what kind of form teacher I am. What's my role as a form teacher?
"You collect lots of forms. That's why you're called a form teacher."
Ya, right. Well, that's true, but when they gave me a class and told me I was form teacher, it didn't come with instructions on how I should behave or what was expected of me. For some, being a form teacher meant just collecting forms and doing the administrative things - collecting money, marking attendance, meeting parents...
This is my second year as a form teacher, and with the brood I currently have, it dawned on me why form teachership didn't come with instructions. The simple reason is that the job is limitless.
I don't think people not in the teaching line can ever understand the role of a form teacher, or a demands of a form class. It's a load heavier than marking stacks of scripts, for the simple reason - it's like parenting 40 kids at one go.
I feel fortunate with my current Sec 2 Integrity, much as I scold them and punish them for what they do wrong. I am grateful that they do not play truant for one, and some know how to motivate themselves to study. I am grateful that they do not give me trouble that see me running to the police station or doing house calls to their parents. Or causing so much trouble that I have to go calling their parents and anyone else at home just to get them to behave or turn up in school. I know some of my fellow teachers doing that, and I really admire their emotional strength. It's draining on top of the teaching load, to have to deal with students' problems, and their family's problems.
It is no secret that I read my students' blogs to know what's going on in their lives, and how they are feeling. I don't mean to intrude. I just want to know them better in a less intrusive manner. I know how it can be for a 14 year old. I was once that age. My world then was just about me, and how I felt. It was a world that I felt nobody understood or nobody cared. I wrote frequently in my thick blue diary, and hid it right at the back of the cupboard so nobody could read it.
But that aside, I get affected when I read my students' blogs. I get affected when I read of quarrels betweeen friends, or see the use of bad language. I feel sad when I read of cliques being formed, and things being said against each other. Yet I get happy when I read of mature thoughts, and seeing things from another point of view. I smile when I read of conflicts being reconciled, or of who studying with who, and having found it effective. I smile when I know things are going on well between my kids, that they are organizing a class outing to see the fire works. It's a feeling of "Yes, they are growing up ok."
I don't know if my kids ever saw the role of what I'm supposed to be doing as a form teacher. Maybe they expect more from me. Maybe they expect me to be there always as they celebrate their high moments. And maybe they think I'm not a good one cos I'm not always there with them always.
At times like these, I hope they know that though I am not with them physically, I am there with them in my thoughts - always. I pray for them in church, that they be blessed. I wonder if they are doing OK, so I read their blogs. I find out in my discreet manner if they are doing ok, and ask one or two students once in a while if they are ok. I get feedback from teachers cos I care. My point is, I don't always explicitly show I am thinking of my Sec 2 Int, but the truth is that, I do.
They probably don't know how proud I am of them when they do their work well. I show off to other teachers what they are capable of. It makes me feel happy that I have a class that is able to push themselves hard, and to their fullest potential. I hope they keep in them their spirit of resilience, to push themselves to achieve their goals even as they move on to Sec 3 next year.
I hope they realise that the people they were once with may not be there with them always, but even so, they have the capacity and capability to move on, to do well, to unite with others, make new friends and establish new connections to better themselves. In short - it's all up to you to decide who you want to be no matter your environnment or who's by your side.
And really, looking at how you're growing up, if you decide right, you sure will be powerful people in your own right.
:)
"You collect lots of forms. That's why you're called a form teacher."
Ya, right. Well, that's true, but when they gave me a class and told me I was form teacher, it didn't come with instructions on how I should behave or what was expected of me. For some, being a form teacher meant just collecting forms and doing the administrative things - collecting money, marking attendance, meeting parents...
This is my second year as a form teacher, and with the brood I currently have, it dawned on me why form teachership didn't come with instructions. The simple reason is that the job is limitless.
I don't think people not in the teaching line can ever understand the role of a form teacher, or a demands of a form class. It's a load heavier than marking stacks of scripts, for the simple reason - it's like parenting 40 kids at one go.
I feel fortunate with my current Sec 2 Integrity, much as I scold them and punish them for what they do wrong. I am grateful that they do not play truant for one, and some know how to motivate themselves to study. I am grateful that they do not give me trouble that see me running to the police station or doing house calls to their parents. Or causing so much trouble that I have to go calling their parents and anyone else at home just to get them to behave or turn up in school. I know some of my fellow teachers doing that, and I really admire their emotional strength. It's draining on top of the teaching load, to have to deal with students' problems, and their family's problems.
It is no secret that I read my students' blogs to know what's going on in their lives, and how they are feeling. I don't mean to intrude. I just want to know them better in a less intrusive manner. I know how it can be for a 14 year old. I was once that age. My world then was just about me, and how I felt. It was a world that I felt nobody understood or nobody cared. I wrote frequently in my thick blue diary, and hid it right at the back of the cupboard so nobody could read it.
But that aside, I get affected when I read my students' blogs. I get affected when I read of quarrels betweeen friends, or see the use of bad language. I feel sad when I read of cliques being formed, and things being said against each other. Yet I get happy when I read of mature thoughts, and seeing things from another point of view. I smile when I read of conflicts being reconciled, or of who studying with who, and having found it effective. I smile when I know things are going on well between my kids, that they are organizing a class outing to see the fire works. It's a feeling of "Yes, they are growing up ok."
I don't know if my kids ever saw the role of what I'm supposed to be doing as a form teacher. Maybe they expect more from me. Maybe they expect me to be there always as they celebrate their high moments. And maybe they think I'm not a good one cos I'm not always there with them always.
At times like these, I hope they know that though I am not with them physically, I am there with them in my thoughts - always. I pray for them in church, that they be blessed. I wonder if they are doing OK, so I read their blogs. I find out in my discreet manner if they are doing ok, and ask one or two students once in a while if they are ok. I get feedback from teachers cos I care. My point is, I don't always explicitly show I am thinking of my Sec 2 Int, but the truth is that, I do.
They probably don't know how proud I am of them when they do their work well. I show off to other teachers what they are capable of. It makes me feel happy that I have a class that is able to push themselves hard, and to their fullest potential. I hope they keep in them their spirit of resilience, to push themselves to achieve their goals even as they move on to Sec 3 next year.
I hope they realise that the people they were once with may not be there with them always, but even so, they have the capacity and capability to move on, to do well, to unite with others, make new friends and establish new connections to better themselves. In short - it's all up to you to decide who you want to be no matter your environnment or who's by your side.
And really, looking at how you're growing up, if you decide right, you sure will be powerful people in your own right.
:)
09 August 2006
Music is music to my ears
I had a wonderful yesterday. For starters, I could don more comfortable clothes since it was the National Day celebration in school. Decked in a red polo-T and a not too short denim skirt, I felt happy that it was a day I didn't have to be breathing down students' necks chasing them for their work. Instead, I could go to my little corner after the celebrations to clear my piles of marking.
But what made me smile was what greeted me on my desk after the celebration. Someone left a CD of songs on my table. It had a note which read, "Hey Deb, A collection of songs for your listening. Take your time."
i slid the CD into the slot on my laptop and there you have it - my personal jukebox!
Suddenly, marking and doing work seemed a whole lot more pleasant. The songs were wonderful, most of which were songs I loved in my younger days. It brought back a nostlagic feel as I recalled my school days and how we used to tape songs off the radio. And wrote down lyrics based on what we THOUGHT we heard. Looking back, we did come out with some funny lyrics!
I can't thank that someone enough for leaving that CD on that table cos it's been my companion since yesterday. I left the CD running on my mac the whole night through just so I'd be accompanied by the nice songs. And I actually stayed up through the night (yup - slept only at 5am!) doing work all just cos I had good music.
And over the holidays, I'm glad I've got good music to keep me company while I plough through the stacks of marking.
Music - what would I do without it? :)
But what made me smile was what greeted me on my desk after the celebration. Someone left a CD of songs on my table. It had a note which read, "Hey Deb, A collection of songs for your listening. Take your time."
i slid the CD into the slot on my laptop and there you have it - my personal jukebox!
Suddenly, marking and doing work seemed a whole lot more pleasant. The songs were wonderful, most of which were songs I loved in my younger days. It brought back a nostlagic feel as I recalled my school days and how we used to tape songs off the radio. And wrote down lyrics based on what we THOUGHT we heard. Looking back, we did come out with some funny lyrics!
I can't thank that someone enough for leaving that CD on that table cos it's been my companion since yesterday. I left the CD running on my mac the whole night through just so I'd be accompanied by the nice songs. And I actually stayed up through the night (yup - slept only at 5am!) doing work all just cos I had good music.
And over the holidays, I'm glad I've got good music to keep me company while I plough through the stacks of marking.
Music - what would I do without it? :)
20 July 2006
Looking back
Today, the kids in my school had a chance to use their own clothes to school instead of their school uniforms. I too took the oppotunity to be all comfortable with jeans and a red t-shirt I designed and drew last year.
But what struck me today that got me smiling was my former form class, 3 Diligence (2005).
They probably didn't notice me as I perched my head over the parapet on the third floor and saw the girls in the class have a friendly class game of captain's ball. Looking at the way they played, it dawned on me that these girls had matured somehow from the time I taught them last year. Even in the game, they looked more motivated and focused. From Michelle (grown prettier) to Rachel (less rebellious) to Clarissa (just as sweet) to Slow Pok (oops! :)), all of them looked like they had grown up, in a way that made me proud of them.
Somehow I missed them, and really, like a mother that had to give up her child for adoption, I felt sad in a way when I didn't follow them up to Sec 4. I do miss them somehow.. even Xun Fu who says "Hi" to me when he sees me along the corridor.
I wished the boys would grow up too, and be more focused in their studies. From the likes of Gifford, to Joel, to Benson and even Xun Fu, I felt each of them had so much more potential. They just needed to work harder.
So yes, girls - proud of you and miss teaching you... Take care, and study hard!
:)
starfish
But what struck me today that got me smiling was my former form class, 3 Diligence (2005).
They probably didn't notice me as I perched my head over the parapet on the third floor and saw the girls in the class have a friendly class game of captain's ball. Looking at the way they played, it dawned on me that these girls had matured somehow from the time I taught them last year. Even in the game, they looked more motivated and focused. From Michelle (grown prettier) to Rachel (less rebellious) to Clarissa (just as sweet) to Slow Pok (oops! :)), all of them looked like they had grown up, in a way that made me proud of them.
Somehow I missed them, and really, like a mother that had to give up her child for adoption, I felt sad in a way when I didn't follow them up to Sec 4. I do miss them somehow.. even Xun Fu who says "Hi" to me when he sees me along the corridor.
I wished the boys would grow up too, and be more focused in their studies. From the likes of Gifford, to Joel, to Benson and even Xun Fu, I felt each of them had so much more potential. They just needed to work harder.
So yes, girls - proud of you and miss teaching you... Take care, and study hard!
:)
starfish
12 July 2006
Updates...
Alfred called out from afar yesterday just as I was coming back from buying lunch - "Miss Chew, you've not updated your blog for a month!"
In partial guilt, I'm taking some time now to do so just before I head on to do more work.
Lesson observation today. I had expected my Sec 2 Integrity to display the same kind of enthusiasm when we were playing the Atomic Bomb game, but I think they were frightened by the fact that there was another person in class observing what was going on. What more? He is from the Discipline Committee. I guess it didn't dawn on them that I was being observed, not they. And it was highly legitimate for them to do lots of talking for the group activity. On the contrary, they whispered, and "shhhh-ed". I tried to liven things up, but only for a while. I lost my usual Sec 2 Integrity for a while.
I guess you could say I felt disappointed when lesson ended. Probably cos it worked much better when I did the activity with Sec 2 Unity last year. They could put the clues together faster, and they argued better. They were vocal, and they were eagerly participating - all in front of the P and VP. Not that I was blaming my current class. It just made me miss the magic of 2 Unity last year.
I guess I have to accept the fact that I can't always have the same kind of class. That's the magic of the classroom. Each class I teach each day is different, and really, lesson plans are but plans when eventually, you throw it away cos the dynamics of the class is not taken into consideration in that plan. Not to say that it is not useful. It's just that we can't always be following it like the bible.
LCE lessons today was unusual. I held it outside the library and really, it wasn't the choicest spot. Nevertheless, I made do with what I had. I didn't want to wander to far off so the kids could start lessons immediately. I went through with them about relationships, about peer pressure, about self-control. I went through with them about being gentlemen, and about being aware of their surroundings. I wonder how much went through to them. I wonder how many of them will go home and realise that the world is not just about them. I wonder how many of them will start saying "thank you" or think about others first before himself.
I truly hope that for all I'm doing, at least some of my students will be touched somehow. The starfish remains my icon, and a reminder for me of the starfish story. I may not be able to make a difference in all their lives, but at least I made a difference to those I could make a difference to. At the end of the day, I don't think my teaching career is about how high I climb, or if I've gotten votes for the most popular teacher. I think it's about making a difference, and really when I think about it, those that made a difference in my life are usually the ones that are brutally truthful and told me straight in the face how I should be changing for the better. I used to hate these people. Now I know better and hold them dear.
I hope my students form the habit of quesitoning and reflection. That's something wonderful I've learnt through philosophy. It sets one thinking and not take things at face value. It has also brought me into a new world of creativity and discovery. I still remember the fun I had in NUS when we had a discussion board (literally - marker and whiteboard kind!) where we will pose questions which will spark a series of arguments. Maybe for starters, let's think about this statement one of my NT students asked in class today, "If you say practice makes perfect, and if none of us is perfect, then why bother practising?"
So, practice or don't practice?
In partial guilt, I'm taking some time now to do so just before I head on to do more work.
Lesson observation today. I had expected my Sec 2 Integrity to display the same kind of enthusiasm when we were playing the Atomic Bomb game, but I think they were frightened by the fact that there was another person in class observing what was going on. What more? He is from the Discipline Committee. I guess it didn't dawn on them that I was being observed, not they. And it was highly legitimate for them to do lots of talking for the group activity. On the contrary, they whispered, and "shhhh-ed". I tried to liven things up, but only for a while. I lost my usual Sec 2 Integrity for a while.
I guess you could say I felt disappointed when lesson ended. Probably cos it worked much better when I did the activity with Sec 2 Unity last year. They could put the clues together faster, and they argued better. They were vocal, and they were eagerly participating - all in front of the P and VP. Not that I was blaming my current class. It just made me miss the magic of 2 Unity last year.
I guess I have to accept the fact that I can't always have the same kind of class. That's the magic of the classroom. Each class I teach each day is different, and really, lesson plans are but plans when eventually, you throw it away cos the dynamics of the class is not taken into consideration in that plan. Not to say that it is not useful. It's just that we can't always be following it like the bible.
LCE lessons today was unusual. I held it outside the library and really, it wasn't the choicest spot. Nevertheless, I made do with what I had. I didn't want to wander to far off so the kids could start lessons immediately. I went through with them about relationships, about peer pressure, about self-control. I went through with them about being gentlemen, and about being aware of their surroundings. I wonder how much went through to them. I wonder how many of them will go home and realise that the world is not just about them. I wonder how many of them will start saying "thank you" or think about others first before himself.
I truly hope that for all I'm doing, at least some of my students will be touched somehow. The starfish remains my icon, and a reminder for me of the starfish story. I may not be able to make a difference in all their lives, but at least I made a difference to those I could make a difference to. At the end of the day, I don't think my teaching career is about how high I climb, or if I've gotten votes for the most popular teacher. I think it's about making a difference, and really when I think about it, those that made a difference in my life are usually the ones that are brutally truthful and told me straight in the face how I should be changing for the better. I used to hate these people. Now I know better and hold them dear.
I hope my students form the habit of quesitoning and reflection. That's something wonderful I've learnt through philosophy. It sets one thinking and not take things at face value. It has also brought me into a new world of creativity and discovery. I still remember the fun I had in NUS when we had a discussion board (literally - marker and whiteboard kind!) where we will pose questions which will spark a series of arguments. Maybe for starters, let's think about this statement one of my NT students asked in class today, "If you say practice makes perfect, and if none of us is perfect, then why bother practising?"
So, practice or don't practice?
26 June 2006
PESA
PESA - The Plain English Speaking Award. That has been keeping me busy with Justin over the past few days... We even met up over the weekend so that he could be prepared for today's quarter finals.
At this moment, I am so proud of him. It sure wasn't easy having to deliver a close to 7-minute speech worth some 2000 words long. Not only that, it was filled with words such as hypothyriodism! He tried hard since last week when I met up with him. Paragraph by paragraph, he ploughed through the long strings of words. I met up with him early this morning in school just to ensure he be prepared. He wanted to win, and I wanted him to win too.
I began to panic when he still couldn't remember his lines this morning!! But he delivered his speech, rose to the occasion and yes, he's through to the semi-finals. His speech on fats got the judges amused and engaged. With his diction and smooth delivery, I'm sure he wowed the judges.
I couldn't be with him at the competition as I was attending a full day course. Nevertheless, he did well. :)
As for now, we've got to get working on the speech for the semi finals on 5 July!
Way to go, Justin! :)
At this moment, I am so proud of him. It sure wasn't easy having to deliver a close to 7-minute speech worth some 2000 words long. Not only that, it was filled with words such as hypothyriodism! He tried hard since last week when I met up with him. Paragraph by paragraph, he ploughed through the long strings of words. I met up with him early this morning in school just to ensure he be prepared. He wanted to win, and I wanted him to win too.
I began to panic when he still couldn't remember his lines this morning!! But he delivered his speech, rose to the occasion and yes, he's through to the semi-finals. His speech on fats got the judges amused and engaged. With his diction and smooth delivery, I'm sure he wowed the judges.
I couldn't be with him at the competition as I was attending a full day course. Nevertheless, he did well. :)
As for now, we've got to get working on the speech for the semi finals on 5 July!
Way to go, Justin! :)
20 June 2006
Holidays.. and appreciating education
Holiday? What holiday? School holiday? You mean spending the holiday in school?
Well, that's more like it. Come next week, school will reopen again, and after a real one week break, it's back to reality. It's back to going back to planning for my lessons and getting ready for Term 3 and 4.
I hope my students have been doing their work at home, revising. i wished I could let them know how fortunate they are to be able to experience education. I watched an episode of the Oprah Winfrey show just two weeks back, and it talked about education in the public schools in the States. It showed that in some schools, the system keeps sabotaging the students' want to learn. For example, they enrol 40 students for a class, and provide only 30 desks and chairs. Students end up standing, on some days during lessons, and eventually feel they are not given the opportunity and quality of education they deserve.
Some two months back, when I was talking to this Aussie guy I met at the airport, he gave his own theory of education too. He said, he realised in countries where education is provided for free, or highly subsidised, the students take this privilege for granted. They drag their feet to class, and skip lessons. They don't do homework and they give their teachers a hard time. He said he knew cos he was one such student. He didn't see a need for education when it was given to him. He dropped out of school eventually and went out to work. It was only then did he see a need for education. All of a sudden, learning became relevant, useful, and a need instead of a want. He went back to school, took up the subjects that interested him, and excelled. In conclusion, he gathered that education shouldn't be given free. "Let them yearn for it."
At the SPH Media Club camp, the IN crowd shared with us their trip to China, where they visited a school, and took part in some of their activities besides visiting the China Daily. What impressed the people at SPH and the IN crowd so much, was how enthusiastic the students were in wanting to learn. The IN crowd observed the students in an English lessons, and even though they were weak at the language, they raised their hands and tried and participated in the lesson so actively. It was apparent that they had taken ownership of their learning. They yearned to learn cos they knew it would be useful for them for the future.
I look at the education system in Singapore, and I look at the students I teach. How many of them actually yearn to be educated? How many of them actually realise what they learn now is useful when they leave school? How many of them actually take it all for granted - "I don't have to pay for anything anyway."
I challenge my students to ask themselves - now that I've been given an opportunity in education - what is it that I can gain whilst in school? How do I make sure I make full use of my time here? If I do badly in a subject, do I choose to give up (take the lazy way out)? or Do I choose to think of other ways to make myself improve?
With Term 3 coming up, and before school starts maybe I'd like you to take some time to think about it. What can I do in term 3 to make full use of my education?
Well, that's more like it. Come next week, school will reopen again, and after a real one week break, it's back to reality. It's back to going back to planning for my lessons and getting ready for Term 3 and 4.
I hope my students have been doing their work at home, revising. i wished I could let them know how fortunate they are to be able to experience education. I watched an episode of the Oprah Winfrey show just two weeks back, and it talked about education in the public schools in the States. It showed that in some schools, the system keeps sabotaging the students' want to learn. For example, they enrol 40 students for a class, and provide only 30 desks and chairs. Students end up standing, on some days during lessons, and eventually feel they are not given the opportunity and quality of education they deserve.
Some two months back, when I was talking to this Aussie guy I met at the airport, he gave his own theory of education too. He said, he realised in countries where education is provided for free, or highly subsidised, the students take this privilege for granted. They drag their feet to class, and skip lessons. They don't do homework and they give their teachers a hard time. He said he knew cos he was one such student. He didn't see a need for education when it was given to him. He dropped out of school eventually and went out to work. It was only then did he see a need for education. All of a sudden, learning became relevant, useful, and a need instead of a want. He went back to school, took up the subjects that interested him, and excelled. In conclusion, he gathered that education shouldn't be given free. "Let them yearn for it."
At the SPH Media Club camp, the IN crowd shared with us their trip to China, where they visited a school, and took part in some of their activities besides visiting the China Daily. What impressed the people at SPH and the IN crowd so much, was how enthusiastic the students were in wanting to learn. The IN crowd observed the students in an English lessons, and even though they were weak at the language, they raised their hands and tried and participated in the lesson so actively. It was apparent that they had taken ownership of their learning. They yearned to learn cos they knew it would be useful for them for the future.
I look at the education system in Singapore, and I look at the students I teach. How many of them actually yearn to be educated? How many of them actually realise what they learn now is useful when they leave school? How many of them actually take it all for granted - "I don't have to pay for anything anyway."
I challenge my students to ask themselves - now that I've been given an opportunity in education - what is it that I can gain whilst in school? How do I make sure I make full use of my time here? If I do badly in a subject, do I choose to give up (take the lazy way out)? or Do I choose to think of other ways to make myself improve?
With Term 3 coming up, and before school starts maybe I'd like you to take some time to think about it. What can I do in term 3 to make full use of my education?
31 May 2006
School's closed but I'm still busy!
Come week 10 of term 2, I wanted so much for the holidays to come cos all I wanted to do was to clear my desk, file all the loose papers and rest. It's funny that on the third day of the holidays, I'm still as busy as a bee!
I've since become the in-house designer for my school. The daily routine I have these days revolve round chasing some sales man from some printing firm that I swore never to work with again! Since last week, I had to be the one chasing and chasing and chasing for mock-ups and final proofs and emails and quotations and.... the man never returns my calls when he says he will, and I really don't know if he can meet tomorrow's deadline of getting the stuff printed. Something tells me he won't deliver... Arghh...
The 1500 inserts are ready and printed and ready to be packed. The first mock-up I did for the programme card looked fabulous, in my opinion... If only I had a say in the invites.. but yet again, that's another matter... I think we're all almost ready for our school blessing on Friday. Maybe after that, I'd have some slack time to finish up all the paper work and marking!
I think I could have done better for remedial lessons today. I forgot to involve good students so they could help me facilitate the learning. It was difficult to do a one-to-one in a group of 15. The boys are particularly weak, and I'm really concerned. Have to do more homework to build their foundation. First, to overcome to fear of using the language!
I hope Justin will do well for the PESA award. He came by today to ask me what he should speak on for the competition. After much teasing and taunting, we came to the idea of talking about FATS... How credible! We joked that he was authentic material, and would be certainly convincing in portraying what he wanted to say! The best part about Justin is his confidence and being able to take all of these in... Hope you'll win Justin!
OK - time to sleep. Have to get up tomorrow for the APBL workshop.. Ciao!
I've since become the in-house designer for my school. The daily routine I have these days revolve round chasing some sales man from some printing firm that I swore never to work with again! Since last week, I had to be the one chasing and chasing and chasing for mock-ups and final proofs and emails and quotations and.... the man never returns my calls when he says he will, and I really don't know if he can meet tomorrow's deadline of getting the stuff printed. Something tells me he won't deliver... Arghh...
The 1500 inserts are ready and printed and ready to be packed. The first mock-up I did for the programme card looked fabulous, in my opinion... If only I had a say in the invites.. but yet again, that's another matter... I think we're all almost ready for our school blessing on Friday. Maybe after that, I'd have some slack time to finish up all the paper work and marking!
I think I could have done better for remedial lessons today. I forgot to involve good students so they could help me facilitate the learning. It was difficult to do a one-to-one in a group of 15. The boys are particularly weak, and I'm really concerned. Have to do more homework to build their foundation. First, to overcome to fear of using the language!
I hope Justin will do well for the PESA award. He came by today to ask me what he should speak on for the competition. After much teasing and taunting, we came to the idea of talking about FATS... How credible! We joked that he was authentic material, and would be certainly convincing in portraying what he wanted to say! The best part about Justin is his confidence and being able to take all of these in... Hope you'll win Justin!
OK - time to sleep. Have to get up tomorrow for the APBL workshop.. Ciao!
13 May 2006
Done with marking...
Finally, I penned my last red mark on the last exam script, tied up all the papers and tabulated the marks. This, amidst the preparations for the school blessing, and other things, have kept me busy, not to mention physically and mentally tired.
Unlike last year, Starbucks and chocolates didn't keep me company as much whilst I marked, though the airport remains the best spot to mark. With a "don't finish this pile - don't go home" mantra, it sure was a good way to motivate myself to complete my marking in the least possible time.
An experience I had on one of such days was when I was sitting by Pacific Coffee Company one day on one of those red comfy couch seats. i had an empty seat beside where I was sitting, and somehow, it attracted single diners to ask if they could join me. From Singaporeans to Hong Kongers to Aussies, I had them all. The Aussie was particularly interesting, cos we struck a conversation longer than the rest.
The pile of marking and the red pen always spurred strangers to ask, "Are you a teacher?"
"Oh, yes, I am."
Questions will follow that, ranging from how the students are in Singapore to why I was marking at the airport, and interestingly enough, I got to know them better.
The Aussie was from Darwin, an electrician, broke his hand and so decided to head to Phuket for 10 days to relax and get away from all the phone calls he would have to reject cos he couldn't take on the jobs because of his hurt hand. He used to be a guide for bush walking in Darwin, and had a nephew staying with him. He's got a huge family of 8 brothers and sisters, not to mention the 20-something nieces and nephews. He was on transit in Singapore and was waiting for his flight. He had 10 hours to burn when I met him, and so I sent him off to Tampines Mall to watch a moive before heading back. He was surprised to catch me back at PCC when he came back after the movie! I guess he must have thought teachers in Singapore work hard!
Back at school, I've been keeping my hands busy with designing. I have become the unofficial in-house graphic designer, churning out artwork for the invite card, to touching up the artwork for the banner, liaising with T-shirt suppliers, and printers, to choosing and scaling pictures to size for the commemorative stamps, and my biggest project ever, the commemorative pack.
And with 8 gigabytes of pictures to look through, and albums of pictures of the school since the 1950s to flip through, I have sure seen snapshots of the history of HIHS - literally!
It's a love-hate relationship I have with design, having dabbled with it since uni days, and perfecting it only when I was working at the Public Policy Programme where I took on projects that saw me designing everything for both print and web, Many have since asked me to go into graphic designing full time, but I've declined. I did consider quitting my job once to study at TP doing a graphic design diploma, but the opportunity cost was just too high. And so, here I am... an unofficial graphic designer..
Well, I've to get back to doing up the commemorative pack now, and before I sign off, I'd like to show you my masterpiece - and to thank Lynn and Chuanlian for their "mother's day" gift. Thanks, girls... I was really touched when you said, "You're like a mother to us." Study hard for your O-levels, and do yourselves proud, ok?
Starfish signs out...
Unlike last year, Starbucks and chocolates didn't keep me company as much whilst I marked, though the airport remains the best spot to mark. With a "don't finish this pile - don't go home" mantra, it sure was a good way to motivate myself to complete my marking in the least possible time.
An experience I had on one of such days was when I was sitting by Pacific Coffee Company one day on one of those red comfy couch seats. i had an empty seat beside where I was sitting, and somehow, it attracted single diners to ask if they could join me. From Singaporeans to Hong Kongers to Aussies, I had them all. The Aussie was particularly interesting, cos we struck a conversation longer than the rest.
The pile of marking and the red pen always spurred strangers to ask, "Are you a teacher?"
"Oh, yes, I am."
Questions will follow that, ranging from how the students are in Singapore to why I was marking at the airport, and interestingly enough, I got to know them better.
The Aussie was from Darwin, an electrician, broke his hand and so decided to head to Phuket for 10 days to relax and get away from all the phone calls he would have to reject cos he couldn't take on the jobs because of his hurt hand. He used to be a guide for bush walking in Darwin, and had a nephew staying with him. He's got a huge family of 8 brothers and sisters, not to mention the 20-something nieces and nephews. He was on transit in Singapore and was waiting for his flight. He had 10 hours to burn when I met him, and so I sent him off to Tampines Mall to watch a moive before heading back. He was surprised to catch me back at PCC when he came back after the movie! I guess he must have thought teachers in Singapore work hard!
Back at school, I've been keeping my hands busy with designing. I have become the unofficial in-house graphic designer, churning out artwork for the invite card, to touching up the artwork for the banner, liaising with T-shirt suppliers, and printers, to choosing and scaling pictures to size for the commemorative stamps, and my biggest project ever, the commemorative pack.
And with 8 gigabytes of pictures to look through, and albums of pictures of the school since the 1950s to flip through, I have sure seen snapshots of the history of HIHS - literally!
It's a love-hate relationship I have with design, having dabbled with it since uni days, and perfecting it only when I was working at the Public Policy Programme where I took on projects that saw me designing everything for both print and web, Many have since asked me to go into graphic designing full time, but I've declined. I did consider quitting my job once to study at TP doing a graphic design diploma, but the opportunity cost was just too high. And so, here I am... an unofficial graphic designer..
Well, I've to get back to doing up the commemorative pack now, and before I sign off, I'd like to show you my masterpiece - and to thank Lynn and Chuanlian for their "mother's day" gift. Thanks, girls... I was really touched when you said, "You're like a mother to us." Study hard for your O-levels, and do yourselves proud, ok?
Starfish signs out...
05 May 2006
Marking again
Yes. It's the exam season and it's been tiring. Besides juggling the marking and invigilation, we teachers are also planning for the school blessing come 2 June. The Archbishop will be coming to bless our spanking new school, so everything has to be well... swee-swee.
It's fun in a way cos i see it like an event, and I did enjoy my event planning days before I came into teaching. Back then, I handled almost everything. In school, it's a little different with work being split up. I guess with the teaching load, that's only logical.
So, yes, I am marking, marking, marking and planning, planning, planning.
It's close to 1am and I've just done the remarks for my students' report books. No, I've not finished marking. There is too much to, but I'm handling it ok - I think.
Here's an announcement for all Sec 1 and 2 students:
SPH Media Club Camp from 6 - 8 June.
It's not a stay-in camp, but it lasts for three full days. You'll get to learn from fellow journalists, photographers, media club members from other schools and creating a school newsletter. I'm looking for good writers or someone with a keen interest in journalism and/mass media.
Interested applicants, please write on a topic of your choice in no more than 500 words, typewritten.
Please spread the word...
In the meantime, happy studying!!
:)
deb
It's fun in a way cos i see it like an event, and I did enjoy my event planning days before I came into teaching. Back then, I handled almost everything. In school, it's a little different with work being split up. I guess with the teaching load, that's only logical.
So, yes, I am marking, marking, marking and planning, planning, planning.
It's close to 1am and I've just done the remarks for my students' report books. No, I've not finished marking. There is too much to, but I'm handling it ok - I think.
Here's an announcement for all Sec 1 and 2 students:
SPH Media Club Camp from 6 - 8 June.
It's not a stay-in camp, but it lasts for three full days. You'll get to learn from fellow journalists, photographers, media club members from other schools and creating a school newsletter. I'm looking for good writers or someone with a keen interest in journalism and/mass media.
Interested applicants, please write on a topic of your choice in no more than 500 words, typewritten.
Please spread the word...
In the meantime, happy studying!!
:)
deb
Marking again
Yes. It's the exam season and it's been tiring. Besides juggling the marking and invigilation, we teachers are also planning for the school blessing come 2 June. The Archbishop will be coming to bless our spanking new school, so everything has to be well... swee-swee.
It's fun in a way cos i see it like an event, and I did enjoy my event planning days before I came into teaching. Back then, I handled almost everything. In school, it's a little different with work being split up. I guess with the teaching load, that's only logical.
So, yes, I am marking, marking, marking and planning, planning, planning.
It's close to 1am and I've just done the remarks for my students' report books. No, I've not finished marking. There is too much to, but I'm handling it ok - I think.
Here's an announcement for all Sec 1 and 2 students:
SPH Media Club Camp from 6 - 8 June.
It's not a stay-in camp, but it lasts for three full days. You'll get to learn from fellow journalists, photographers, media club members from other schools and creating a school newsletter. I'm looking for good writers or someone with a keen interest in journalism and/mass media.
Interested applicants, please write on a topic of your choice in no more than 500 words, typewritten.
Please spread the word...
In the meantime, happy studying!!
:)
deb
It's fun in a way cos i see it like an event, and I did enjoy my event planning days before I came into teaching. Back then, I handled almost everything. In school, it's a little different with work being split up. I guess with the teaching load, that's only logical.
So, yes, I am marking, marking, marking and planning, planning, planning.
It's close to 1am and I've just done the remarks for my students' report books. No, I've not finished marking. There is too much to, but I'm handling it ok - I think.
Here's an announcement for all Sec 1 and 2 students:
SPH Media Club Camp from 6 - 8 June.
It's not a stay-in camp, but it lasts for three full days. You'll get to learn from fellow journalists, photographers, media club members from other schools and creating a school newsletter. I'm looking for good writers or someone with a keen interest in journalism and/mass media.
Interested applicants, please write on a topic of your choice in no more than 500 words, typewritten.
Please spread the word...
In the meantime, happy studying!!
:)
deb