Seat work
Sinabi na nga at sinulat pa sa board yung page ng seat work, itatanong pa sa akin kung anong page raw ba. Tinuro ko na lang yung board. Tapos nanahimik siya.
Quiz
Sinabi at sinulat ko na nga sa board na "Answers Only" itatanong pa sa akin kung copy and answer. Tinuro ko na lang yung board tapos sabi niya, "Ahhhh." Sabay sulat sa papel.
Mga estudyante talaga. Inattentive. Ang kukulit.
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
K + 12 Basic Education Curriculum
"By the year 2012, whether we like it or not, the K + 12 Basic Education Curriculum will be implemented," says our School Principal.
What's that?
K stands for Kinder
and the + 12 means 6 years in the elementary level and 6 in the high school level.
The first four years of study in the high school level will be labeled as Junior High School and the remaining two years, Senior High School.
What's that?
K stands for Kinder
and the + 12 means 6 years in the elementary level and 6 in the high school level.
The first four years of study in the high school level will be labeled as Junior High School and the remaining two years, Senior High School.
Friday, February 11, 2011
Rubbish
When I was young, I never gave heartaches to my teachers. I never cursed them, nor talked rubbish about them. I never tried to question the way they teach because I thought that they have their own style. I get afraid when they are mad, and was very much afraid when I have low grades. I listened to my teachers' lectures, and copied in my notebook the notes that were written on the board. I rarely recite, but I always make sure that I pass my quizzes and exams and even do my homeworks and seat works. I studied hard, harder, and even hardest (if there is such thing).
Now, I am not young anymore. And the generation today is far different from what I was.
Today, I received another heartache. Another one that will be added to the thousands of heartaches I received within the span of nine months. Such irresponsible individuals! My patience exceeded it's limit! I'm tired of being good and nice to those who are around me. They are not even good to me, not at all. Should I quit? I just don't know. Anyway, the world will not stop even if I stopped taking this path.
Now, I am not young anymore. And the generation today is far different from what I was.
Today, I received another heartache. Another one that will be added to the thousands of heartaches I received within the span of nine months. Such irresponsible individuals! My patience exceeded it's limit! I'm tired of being good and nice to those who are around me. They are not even good to me, not at all. Should I quit? I just don't know. Anyway, the world will not stop even if I stopped taking this path.
Thursday, February 10, 2011
Why Am I a Teacher? (by Ms. J.S.J. Alarcon)
I was browsing Facebook this morning when suddenly the profiles that appeared on the right side of my screen, in the "People you may know" section, caught my attention. The first person that I looked into was a graduate of my Alma Mater and now a College Professor there. The other one is one of my most loved professors at my Alma Mater, the one that reprimanded me years ago because I had habitual tardiness in her subject (that was when I attended summer class, third year) and the one that always announces and appreciates the names of those students who get the first three spots during her exams. *cough*
I am not their friend (who cares?) in Facebook, for the reason that I am too shy and wouldn't bother to add them up.
As I opened the profile of my former professor, I saw in her page (in the About Me Section) the text that you will see below. And I admit that after reading the text, I had much more respect and appreciation with the Teaching Profession --the profession that some, if not most of us, often neglect.
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i am a dreamer and a believer...
i work hard and pray harder...
i don't settle for mediocrity...
i set the standard and follow through.
Why Am I A Teacher?
by: Jennifer S.J. Alarcon
___________________________________________________________
A speech delivered during the Culminating Activity in an English Proficiency Training at The National Teachers College, Manila, in April 2003.
___________________________________________________________
Many had long been asking me why I am a teacher. It was only yesterday, when I was invited to speak in my Alma Mater, which had given me the fondest and the not so fond memories that I had grasped the true reason for my becoming a teacher. . .
At the age of 11, I met Mrs. Grey Hair who had made my young life so difficult. As a young child, my only wish was to graduate on top of my class, not because of the prestige I would get, but to avail of the government scholarship which I badly needed because we were not rich. Though I had the same average with the class valedictorian, Mrs. Grey Hair, as the senior among all the teachers had been so powerful to convince everybody that I was not fitted for the position because I was shy, timid, irresponsible, and childish. True enough, I was shy and timid because as a young child, I did not talk too much because I was more inclined in writing. I was irresponsible and childish, according to Mrs. Grey Hair, an HE teacher, because being the youngest in the family, I was so pampered and did not know household chores. Mrs. Grey Hair is here in my heart . . . remembered.
At the age of 12, I met Mr. Elf, a Mathematician. As a high school freshman who wanted to enhance my gift in writing joined an essay writing contest. I won First, but Mr. Elf would not believe and accused me that I had let somebody write it for me. How could it be if it was an on-the-spot writing contest? Was it because I was able to beat his junior and senior pet students? During the awarding ceremony, I was not given the gold medal. When I complained about it, he said that it was a mistake and he would change it later . . . which did not happen . . . Mr. Elf, he would not believe in me . . . Mr. Elf, is here in my heart, remembered.
At the age of 14, I met Mrs. Radical who had become so mean because I had a different religious belief. Once, Mrs. Radical was condemning a man for some ideals she found incomprehensible. With all boldness, I defended the man who happened to have the same religion as I and told her that spiritual things could not really be grasped by a human mind. That began Mrs. Radical’s animosity towards me. With every activity, she would offer additional grade points. I, who was hard-up and would not enjoy secular or worldly happenings would often be absent and had to bear the idea that my classmates were getting so many points, while I remained “zero”. An ambitious, young girl’s dreams were again pulled down. Thanks to Mrs. Radical . . . she is in my heart, remembered.
Then, I told myself . . .
I would be like Mrs. Grey Hair, who would make things difficult for my students! Difficult in a sense that they would realize that education is not easily gained through simple means, but it requires hard work and perseverance. For no challenge is easy, it spells difficult times.
I would be like Mr. Elf, who would not give the gold to students! For “gold” forces one to covet and to steal. I would rather give them the silver, and teach them to work for their own “gold”.
I would be like Mrs. Radical, who would treat my students according to their religious affiliations, till they develop “religious tolerance” that would let them respect beliefs, aside from their own.
Why am I a teacher? It is because of Mrs. Grey Hair, Mr. Elf, and Mrs. Radical in whom I owe a lot of things. Without them, I would not have tasted the bitter which made my sweets, sweeter.
I am a teacher because I have to get even! I need to get back with a vengeance.
I feel the need to reconstruct what they have destroyed and rebuild their ruins.
Teachers? Anyone?
I am not their friend (who cares?) in Facebook, for the reason that I am too shy and wouldn't bother to add them up.
As I opened the profile of my former professor, I saw in her page (in the About Me Section) the text that you will see below. And I admit that after reading the text, I had much more respect and appreciation with the Teaching Profession --the profession that some, if not most of us, often neglect.
i am a dreamer and a believer...
i work hard and pray harder...
i don't settle for mediocrity...
i set the standard and follow through.
by: Jennifer S.J. Alarcon
___________________________________________________________
A speech delivered during the Culminating Activity in an English Proficiency Training at The National Teachers College, Manila, in April 2003.
___________________________________________________________
Many had long been asking me why I am a teacher. It was only yesterday, when I was invited to speak in my Alma Mater, which had given me the fondest and the not so fond memories that I had grasped the true reason for my becoming a teacher. . .
At the age of 11, I met Mrs. Grey Hair who had made my young life so difficult. As a young child, my only wish was to graduate on top of my class, not because of the prestige I would get, but to avail of the government scholarship which I badly needed because we were not rich. Though I had the same average with the class valedictorian, Mrs. Grey Hair, as the senior among all the teachers had been so powerful to convince everybody that I was not fitted for the position because I was shy, timid, irresponsible, and childish. True enough, I was shy and timid because as a young child, I did not talk too much because I was more inclined in writing. I was irresponsible and childish, according to Mrs. Grey Hair, an HE teacher, because being the youngest in the family, I was so pampered and did not know household chores. Mrs. Grey Hair is here in my heart . . . remembered.
At the age of 12, I met Mr. Elf, a Mathematician. As a high school freshman who wanted to enhance my gift in writing joined an essay writing contest. I won First, but Mr. Elf would not believe and accused me that I had let somebody write it for me. How could it be if it was an on-the-spot writing contest? Was it because I was able to beat his junior and senior pet students? During the awarding ceremony, I was not given the gold medal. When I complained about it, he said that it was a mistake and he would change it later . . . which did not happen . . . Mr. Elf, he would not believe in me . . . Mr. Elf, is here in my heart, remembered.
At the age of 14, I met Mrs. Radical who had become so mean because I had a different religious belief. Once, Mrs. Radical was condemning a man for some ideals she found incomprehensible. With all boldness, I defended the man who happened to have the same religion as I and told her that spiritual things could not really be grasped by a human mind. That began Mrs. Radical’s animosity towards me. With every activity, she would offer additional grade points. I, who was hard-up and would not enjoy secular or worldly happenings would often be absent and had to bear the idea that my classmates were getting so many points, while I remained “zero”. An ambitious, young girl’s dreams were again pulled down. Thanks to Mrs. Radical . . . she is in my heart, remembered.
Then, I told myself . . .
I would be like Mrs. Grey Hair, who would make things difficult for my students! Difficult in a sense that they would realize that education is not easily gained through simple means, but it requires hard work and perseverance. For no challenge is easy, it spells difficult times.
I would be like Mr. Elf, who would not give the gold to students! For “gold” forces one to covet and to steal. I would rather give them the silver, and teach them to work for their own “gold”.
I would be like Mrs. Radical, who would treat my students according to their religious affiliations, till they develop “religious tolerance” that would let them respect beliefs, aside from their own.
Why am I a teacher? It is because of Mrs. Grey Hair, Mr. Elf, and Mrs. Radical in whom I owe a lot of things. Without them, I would not have tasted the bitter which made my sweets, sweeter.
I am a teacher because I have to get even! I need to get back with a vengeance.
I feel the need to reconstruct what they have destroyed and rebuild their ruins.
Teachers? Anyone?
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