Tuesday, April 30, 2013

the last leg

When things come to an end it can either be a much-awaited or dreaded time in your life. Ending the IRP session last week was somehow a mix between the two.
As I write this, my dear students are struggling to finish the last leg of the race to the IB exam. A scenario I have been able to witness these past 6 years. In my attempt to be a little melodramatic, I told them over a round of cupcakes on the last day that it was time for me to let go of their hands. That they are now going to go to battle without me. It's funny that as teachers, all you want to do is give them all the help that they need. But of course most of the time, what you can do is only give them a little push and shove and the rest is up to them.
In the past I've always had trouble saying goodbye to my students. But I'd like to think I've evolved from the clingy teacher to the one who can now let go. I have to believe that all has been done and pray that God will enlighten their hearts and minds to understand the knowledge they have received and to be able to weave it into the answers in the exam.
I pray they understand to answer all things right,
I pray they all work hard and work with all their might
I pray they leave the college taking all the good and bad
I pray they remember and maybe write, if not I'd certainly be sad.. ;)
Good luck my dears.

Wednesday, April 17, 2013

erasing a memory..

As far as I can remember, whenever I was asked to write down my hobby, `reading' always appeared on my list. I probably have to thank my mother for inspiring the interest in me and my siblings.. We were surrounded by them while growing up and I remember sometimes taking the pleasure in just holding a book and smelling it. Ok, that sounds creepy, but it's not what you think..;)

My eldest sister is now the one who pushes us to continue reading.. She's probably the most avid reader among us and everytime she buys a book and finishes reading she'll leave it at my mum's house and we all take turns reading it. Recently, another sister of mine left a stack of her books at my mum's and I delightfully took one home as my latest read.. When I opened the cover to the first page I was surprised to see that it was a book I had given her as a birthday gift 7 years ago! I had no recollection of ever seeing or buying it. If not for my note and signature inside, I wouldn't have known at all.. Talk about memory loss..:p

And you see that's the thing, the mind is a powerful storage area where you can keep almost any memory you wish to keep and come back and reminisce it. Or in some cases, like mine above, some can even be erased - intentionally or not. I think I've written about memories a couple of years back and today I'm coming back to it. In two separate incidents recently I discovered how much some memories just can't be erased. And we're talking about the most painful ones.

Everyone must have had a bad past. And as much as you move on in life some memories remain intact and the damage done to yourself never really goes away. I find that sad actually. The fact that the memory is still clinging to you.

Maybe it's a good thing, I don't know. So that you're going to be constantly reminded to be more wary of people in the future. So that you don't fall into a trap and become a victim, etc.. But the fact of the matter is, it seems that you don't really have peace in your heart. Because what hurt you before, actually still does hurt.

To my two friends who I'm kinda writing about here, I pray that you will find peace in your heart and forgive and forget...

Friday, April 5, 2013

"I need space"

If you ask me what's one of the most common excuses of why people ask for a break up (in a relationship) it would be because "I need space". Not that anybody ever used it on me, but since I've lived some number of years.. I think I can surely say that this is true.

As cliche as it may sound, `I need space' is used for the obvious reason that the person who said it is probably reconsidering why he/she suddenly doesn't feel like continuing the relationship and therefore needs time(space) to think.. or maybe because they just feel that they indeed have no space - to think, feel, breathe or move about, due to the nature of the relationship..

And as much as it hurts to be told so, I suppose those words may actually ring true.

I recently attended a conference on education and teaching and learned something new about space.

In one of the sessions I attended, the speaker was talking about creativity and how we can be creative. One of the ways of how we can be is, guess what.. to do with space! To be more specific, the design of space. Basically in his example, in order for us to generate creativity in a classroom, a school needs to rethink how the classroom or even better, the whole school, is designed. 

He showed an example of a school (I don't remember where) that had a classroom with 3 different kinds of seating arrangements: one that allowed for groups to discuss, one space for those who needed alone time, and another where students were able to focus on the teacher. They were 'design conditions for mastery, autonomy, purpose,play and passion'. How cool is that?

Anyway.. it wouldn't be wrong to dream that one day I'll see a classroom like that in the school that I teach.. haha... An unconventional idea.. but who knows, it may allow for creativity and better opportunities for learning.

So, you may see now how meaningful the phrase "I need space" is since it may just allow you to have more time to think. Something that we don't have time to do sometimes... :p

But then again, I believe that despite the limited space that we have in our life, there is always room for creativity if you just allow yourself time to reflect, imagine and experiment.  Even if you fail in your efforts, at least it's a `praiseworthy failure'.. :)

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