Monday, November 26, 2007

Korean child guitar play of Al Hambra


I have been trying to practice my fingers into doing "tremolo" playing but I find it so difficult. IT could take me months before I can play this piece. But look at the little girl, her fingers are so small. I used to complain that my fingers are too short for playing the guitar but watching this little girl is really inspiring and amazing.

Sir!

I was walking home in my barong carrying a bag that looks like a lawyer’s bag when one of my former drinking buddies called me attorney and pastor and a funeral homes agent, in succession, for fun. (Actually the bag belongs to my adopted little brother. He used to work as a med-rep and now that he’s jobless, I’m using the bag because it’s convenient for carrying books and those immortal manila paper visual aids.)

 I was not offended. In fact I stopped by and asked him and his buddies if they wanted to be prayed over by me. (I am already raising my right hand.) He laughed and they laughed but the friendship is still there although I am now a teacher and they are still bums.

One of the mothers shouted and told them, “Hey don’t you know he’s now a teacher. He’s now a “sir” a “maestro.” Respect him.” So now, some of my neighbors call me “sir.”

I don’t know, but whenever I am called “sir,” I feel like a knight in a shining barong!

(My computer was attacked by virus and I can't open some of the applications and files. I have a lot in there doodles, bible materials, thoughts, articles etc. and now I have no choice but to reformat the PC hard discs!)

Saturday, November 24, 2007

Time management

I have been teaching elementary pupils for three weeks now, and now I am having problem with time management. I am used to doing things by impulse. If I want to write on my blog, I just sit down and type on the computer. If I want to practice guitar, I just pick up my guitar and play. I have no sense of time or schedule; I don’t budget my time.

But now I need to discipline myself with regards to time management. I am getting busier. On regular days I teach grade school pupils at our church school, on Saturdays I teach music in the church and on Sundays I teach the men’s department of the Sunday school. Add to that preaching! (I don’t have regular pulpit but there are Sundays when I am I am called on to preach.)

My gulay! Although my practice teaching takes about four hours but it is so draining that when I get home all I wanted to do is to sleep. Half of my energy is wasted trying to keep order in the class especially for the grade one pupils.

But I am not complaining. I am still enjoying it. Come to think of it, I have to enjoy it because I will be doing this for the rest of my life!

Thursday, November 22, 2007

Ooopss

Ooops!


I got used to writing directly, not thinking much about grammar and mechanics and usage and all that English things that when I got to teaching grammar at grade school, I brought this carelessness along. (To tell the truth, I have difficulty with grammar.) I gave my pupils some homework and I didn’t notice the subject verb agreement. And during the PTF meeting, one parent showed the head teacher the error in the home work. The head teacher kindly reminded of the error. I was a little disappointed with myself because if it was not for that one parent, who knows many errors I could have committed. Anyway, I have to be careful now.


Children are so meticulous. I was writing on the board and I didn’t put hooks on my “g’s” after a while, they all shouted, “Sir, is that a “9”, or is that a “q.” They are driving me nuts!

Thursday, November 15, 2007

Teaching

I am now doing my student teaching. I am teaching six subjects, language and reading for grades 1, 2 and 3 pupils at our church school. I have been preparing for this for a long time. One of my mental preparations is to imagine all the worst case scenarios that I can think of that can happen in the class room like pupils stabbing each other in the eyes with a pencil, or a pupil poopooing during class, or a student having seizure attacks, or a grade 1 student carrying a submachine gun spraying the class with water etc.

Another preparation that I do is a mental mantra on how to keep my composure and my patience in times of war. I am reading a book about Buddhism and all that stuff about nirvana and the annihilation of the senses and the overcoming of the self and all that eastern stuffs about being numbed, and I am developing this mantra that I keep repeating to myself over and over again so that I can separate myself from myself and not be overcome by fire (or passion):

Hmmmmmmm-a-hmmmmmm don’t kill your pupils,
Hmmmmmmm-a-hmmmmm don’t hit them with a steel pipe,
Hmmmmmm-a-hmmmmmm don’t kill your pupils

But I was a little disappointed, to tell truth, that all these preparations were unnecessary. Most of my pupils are good natured children with good sense of humor. Some are hyperactive and some are cool. Most are intelligent and some are just late bloomers. They are not that difficult to handle, really. All it takes is a lot of patience and a lot of …hmmmm…preaching (teachers are preachers!).

If there’s one thing I forgot to prepare for, it is my body. Teachers talk a lot and I strained my vocal chords (or whatever organ it is teachers used for teaching, preaching, threatening and pleading) that before my second day was over it already felt like I swallowed a kilo of shoe tacks.

On the third day, I can’t recognize myself speaking; I sound like Fred Panopio with a cough doing the yodel in front of my class.

“Yodelehiiiii-hhooooo-hooooo
“Yodelehiiiii-hhooooo-ubo-ubo-ubo…..

Anyway, I’m beginning to enjoy it, to tell the truth.

I am still adjusting to my new hmmm…what do I call this? I am still adjusting to my new identity and to my new schedules and to my new job so my blogs will be neglected for a while. I am still trying to “settle down.”

Tuesday, November 06, 2007

Micro Teaching

This is the moment of truth. Today I will doing a demo teching. The result of the demo teaching will determine if I am fit to go out of the campus for my student teaching. I have my lessons with me complete with the Filipino traditional teaching aids, the immortal manila papers.

It's a good thing I am a male and I am already married becuase statistically speaking a lot (maybe even majority) female teachers who go into teaching single end up being single for the rest of their lives or else they marry tricycle drivers, jeepney drivers or bums.

A lot of stereotyping about techers but their heroes!

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