<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6895491816657052879</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:29:25.890-07:00</updated><category term='shuz...shuz...shuz.'/><category term='I'/><title type='text'>If I were to teach again...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindyourteaching.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895491816657052879/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindyourteaching.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>soonchen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6895491816657052879.post-3568664074953740816</id><published>2008-10-03T00:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T00:38:25.840-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I'/><title type='text'>Bye Bye Ms Kang...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rK-5mfjzVgg/SOXlGxYYb8I/AAAAAAAAAKA/3SLiul-45Zg/s1600-h/DSC00867.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rK-5mfjzVgg/SOXlGxYYb8I/AAAAAAAAAKA/3SLiul-45Zg/s320/DSC00867.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252856444895129538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                                                                                                                                     My 4A angels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Procrastination is the thief of time. After some 20 days, finally I'm budged by the higher connection speed in Ange's place to sit down and well... what better things to do on this lazy afternoon than reflecting on everything that I had gone through during my past 10 weeks of teaching practice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think about it, 20 days is not really a long time but all the lesson plans, school uniforms and even the Federal Highway seem like such a long time ago. When I was teaching, I always made mental notes on things to write, things to say on my blog and to my students. I was so afraid that I will cry on the last day but when the big day finally arrived, I was left with a rather empty feeling in the pit of my stomach. Yes, I was touched by the appreciation shown by the students but Sept 12, the day all final year TESL students looked forward to with bated breath on 7 July was just like any other day. Chee Hwei and I did not not jump up and down jubilantly nor did we weep tears of sorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was not only on the Monday after the week that the feelings started to sink in. Gosh, not only did I miss my students, my, my, my, I even missed teaching! It felt strange not to be surrounded by those rambunctious young things and sometimes I had to remind myself that it's OK, everything's  over and I didn't have to worry about whether the lessons would work out or how the kids will behave on that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in order to to start my grand scheme of a reflection, I will break it down into parts like this :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;I am feeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAD&lt;/blockquote&gt;I certainly miss this bunch of merry makers. It's good that 4C has a blog and I can leave some footnotes &lt;a href="http://http//4c-engineers.blogspot.com/2008/09/bye-bye-4-c.html"&gt;there&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rK-5mfjzVgg/SOXoq7eHCwI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/jo4lPB75bA8/s1600-h/DSC00838.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rK-5mfjzVgg/SOXoq7eHCwI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/jo4lPB75bA8/s320/DSC00838.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252860364613683970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Regret&lt;/blockquote&gt;I have not much regret for 4A but I feel really, really sorry for 4C because I think I did not teach them well enough, class control was bad at times, lessons not tailored to their interest and ability sometimes. These are the things that I will discuss under &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Things I Will Do Differently&lt;/span&gt;. In spite of it all, they later told me that I was a nice break from their rather strict teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rK-5mfjzVgg/SOXtZkvMALI/AAAAAAAAAKg/99TfkMyRSD0/s1600-h/DSC00785.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rK-5mfjzVgg/SOXtZkvMALI/AAAAAAAAAKg/99TfkMyRSD0/s320/DSC00785.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252865564011659442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;HaPpy!&lt;/blockquote&gt;Hehe, I am so happy that I do not have to lug mahjong papers around anymore. You see, my school belongs in the dark ages of technology and it's either they didn't have a desktop in the ADP room or a projector in the classroom or the damn thing is locked and nobody knows how to operate it. And all that hassles and red tapes for a trainee to even borrow one....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rK-5mfjzVgg/SOXueAj_W7I/AAAAAAAAAKo/WHtNxZ_TJH0/s1600-h/DSC00841.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rK-5mfjzVgg/SOXueAj_W7I/AAAAAAAAAKo/WHtNxZ_TJH0/s320/DSC00841.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252866739711990706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Things I might think about differently...&lt;/blockquote&gt;Overall, I think I thought about too many things during the whole 10 weeks, what my students think, what the other teachers think, blah, blah, blah. But there are things that I should have  thought more of such as ways to be more creative and innovative in the lessons despite the technological shortcomings so that the darlings wouldn't be dozing off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rK-5mfjzVgg/SOX92Wa7VJI/AAAAAAAAAKw/GUu1SrAjm_4/s1600-h/DSC00873.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rK-5mfjzVgg/SOX92Wa7VJI/AAAAAAAAAKw/GUu1SrAjm_4/s320/DSC00873.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252883650570835090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other thing that I should have thought of differently is the presumption of my students' previous knowledge. Sometimes, I took them for granted and assumed that they know many things such as what are the nouns, verbs, etc but the fact remains that very few students are aware of such things and to be honest, they don't really need to know which is which for them to practise good English. Besides, I assumed that the proficiency of all of my students are above average but it's still a mixed bunch of abilities in every class. But then again, there are quite a number of the students are really, really very good for their age too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rK-5mfjzVgg/SOcAlvYy_HI/AAAAAAAAAK4/8D4HcXj_tf4/s1600-h/DSC00881.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rK-5mfjzVgg/SOcAlvYy_HI/AAAAAAAAAK4/8D4HcXj_tf4/s320/DSC00881.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253168138726603890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had a few great teachers and I know that teaching is a noble profession. However, I didn't know that teaching can be so cool. We have always complained about students these days who are nothing like the good old times but no matter what, they are still the translucent canvases who are so easy to love and to leave marks behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rK-5mfjzVgg/SOcFSyuJD5I/AAAAAAAAALA/EyLDXvElB6w/s1600-h/DSC00908.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rK-5mfjzVgg/SOcFSyuJD5I/AAAAAAAAALA/EyLDXvElB6w/s320/DSC00908.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253173310762061714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things that I might do differently...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If given the chance to start all over again, I definitely would want to put my foot down and be more strict with the kids. This is something that I must learn to do effectively.  I told them that teacher had turned blind many, many times for turning a blind eye to them not submitting their homework, not paying full attention, etc. I also would want to find a more teacherly way of responding to students' cheeky banter because I tend to be so young at heart to fall into their game sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rK-5mfjzVgg/SOcK1t6LAhI/AAAAAAAAALI/fvMajarmf-k/s1600-h/DSC00813.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rK-5mfjzVgg/SOcK1t6LAhI/AAAAAAAAALI/fvMajarmf-k/s320/DSC00813.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253179408323904018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, I wish I had conducted some games session with them because honestly, I did not really do language games with them. I wish I had spent more time to figure out the types of games that are suitable to be carried out in Form Four classes instead of making sweeping assumption like no, they might think that it's too childish for them. Besides, classroom management and the appropriate teacher personality in conducting games activities are also the skills that I have to pick up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rK-5mfjzVgg/SOcMlF5dfWI/AAAAAAAAALQ/0k44YlPeRnM/s1600-h/DSC00877.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rK-5mfjzVgg/SOcMlF5dfWI/AAAAAAAAALQ/0k44YlPeRnM/s320/DSC00877.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253181321728851298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All in all, the 10 weeks marked the milestone in my journey to be a teacher and it is one of the most wonderful experiences in my life. " To teach is really to learn twice."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-842d83b048b4c268" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D842d83b048b4c268%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331229347%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3D434B566739E08F9069C1D0B6383343C9989B.605C7B34E0EFEFB8720B46679B2A4DF1F693CBA2%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D842d83b048b4c268%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D5J9rSOhmUq_M0Hboo3oITtoIDlg&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D842d83b048b4c268%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331229347%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3D434B566739E08F9069C1D0B6383343C9989B.605C7B34E0EFEFB8720B46679B2A4DF1F693CBA2%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D842d83b048b4c268%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D5J9rSOhmUq_M0Hboo3oITtoIDlg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6895491816657052879-3568664074953740816?l=mindyourteaching.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=842d83b048b4c268&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindyourteaching.blogspot.com/feeds/3568664074953740816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6895491816657052879&amp;postID=3568664074953740816' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895491816657052879/posts/default/3568664074953740816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895491816657052879/posts/default/3568664074953740816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindyourteaching.blogspot.com/2008/10/bye-bye-ms-kang.html' title='Bye Bye Ms Kang...'/><author><name>soonchen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rK-5mfjzVgg/SOXlGxYYb8I/AAAAAAAAAKA/3SLiul-45Zg/s72-c/DSC00867.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6895491816657052879.post-2210058718677574374</id><published>2008-09-03T03:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T04:39:01.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Teacher, My Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rK-5mfjzVgg/SL5ohdDw7AI/AAAAAAAAAJY/R53ZQmpB7dw/s1600-h/DSC00086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rK-5mfjzVgg/SL5ohdDw7AI/AAAAAAAAAJY/R53ZQmpB7dw/s320/DSC00086.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241741940251225090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;           &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That's Wei Hao, Ms Kang and Vicky at the badminton match. Quips, teacher is so short!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the thing, I am approximately 7 years older than my students. Therefore, at another place and another time, we could have been siblings, friends or better still, buddies at heart. We speak the same lingo,  listen to the same music, watch the same movies, get hooked on the latest craze eg. television series, networking sites and a fervent desire to finish additional mathematics homework in school (once upon a time for Ms Kang here...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rK-5mfjzVgg/SL5yNe5O35I/AAAAAAAAAJg/RL-cXrH6GLE/s1600-h/Twilight_Boxed_Set.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rK-5mfjzVgg/SL5yNe5O35I/AAAAAAAAAJg/RL-cXrH6GLE/s320/Twilight_Boxed_Set.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241752592262815634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Twilight Series, the teenage vampire fantasies that could possibly do a Harry Potter was  highly recommended by the girls from 4A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus,  the abui in me sometimes forget and start to blend in their bunch. We sing, we dance and we steal things ( hehe, not really true for the last one, it's just that I love the title of the Jason Mraz album but we did sing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm Yours&lt;/span&gt; in the classroom but I didn't join in the dance). To a considerable extent, that is not really a problem because nothing can be better than teacher and students being comfortable with each other. However, I think I'm getting too friendly and too lenient with them till the boys are climbing over my head now. If I were to reflect properly, I think my teacher mode started to wear off after the first two weeks at school, which is still not a problem strictly speaking because a friendly demeanour will deem the teacher as being more approachable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, the question begets, "What exactly is the problem then?" After I felt that the 4C boys are getting out of hand when they have a habit of breaking into nursery rhyme sessions while fooling around with their mates, I decided to give them a prep talk, which in the strictest sense, ain't no prep talk at all. I told them that I was just like them when I was in school and therefore I understand how they feel and why they behave in a certain way eg. developing a perpetual fear for their very fierce Add Maths teacher. I said we can be like friends and get all buddy-buddy but in the classroom, they have to act and behave like my students. Besides, I reasoned that I didn't expect them to sit upright and hold their breath while I am teaching as after all, boys will always be boys. Instead, I would have minded less if they talk a little, move a little than them acting like zombies in the class because at least they are still involved in the lesson. For a moment, everyone paid full attention and started to listen intently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here's the problem : 1. Did I give them too much of leeway? I didn't even keep up a straight face and was in total genial mode throughout the 'lecture'. I think my main problem is I don't know how to act really stern with them, that is not in my nature at all. However, sometimes I can get strict with the relief classes but not with my own classes, which is something that always eludes my comprehension. My supervisor and the other teachers did not really provide much help when they acknowledged that they are also over friendly with the students and those kids enjoy being treated like that. Furthermore, Dr R said that I should be proud that they are treating me as their friend and I couldn't be harsh with them because I love them. Gasps, imagine my kids hearing that! But yea, Ms Kang loves you all, 4 A and 4 C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Problem no. 2 : Will my so-called prep talk be turned against me one day because I told them that teacher used to be like that too and teacher understands them. I'm afraid that this disclosure of mutual understanding with them will backfire because they might think that it's OK to mess a little with this young, docile teacher because hey, she herself said that she is one of us. The point is that I want to be their friends and I believe that what goes around comes around. I hope that if I treat them nicely with some compassion, they won't go overboard and totally ignore my teaching, not that they have really done that. All I asked for is just a little bit of control but will I lose their respect by saying that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teaching is not a popularity contest but being friends with the students is certainly a bonus that comes along with the job. While not going to being closer than close with them which is something that I do not condone, just so how can you draw the teacher - student line?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rK-5mfjzVgg/SL_Hr_Lv56I/AAAAAAAAAJo/Rp79Q9WFSV8/s1600-h/l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rK-5mfjzVgg/SL_Hr_Lv56I/AAAAAAAAAJo/Rp79Q9WFSV8/s320/l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242128049791559586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                           my very lovable 4C kids...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s : I felt that the kids were nicer and sweeter after the talk for the last week but today they switch into a chanting mode this time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6895491816657052879-2210058718677574374?l=mindyourteaching.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindyourteaching.blogspot.com/feeds/2210058718677574374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6895491816657052879&amp;postID=2210058718677574374' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895491816657052879/posts/default/2210058718677574374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895491816657052879/posts/default/2210058718677574374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindyourteaching.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-teacher-my-friend.html' title='My Teacher, My Friend'/><author><name>soonchen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rK-5mfjzVgg/SL5ohdDw7AI/AAAAAAAAAJY/R53ZQmpB7dw/s72-c/DSC00086.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6895491816657052879.post-2425467325866404520</id><published>2008-08-22T06:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T08:51:44.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why so serious? Why so serious?...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rK-5mfjzVgg/SK7AI5QJtuI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/YFYNdjRJrlk/s1600-h/HeathJoker.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rK-5mfjzVgg/SK7AI5QJtuI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/YFYNdjRJrlk/s320/HeathJoker.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237334675718518498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another time, another day, that's how I procrastinated in posting anything here. It's the school holiday now and I finally have the time to do not-so-teacherly stuff like sleeping in late on a weekday ( well, thank God we've got the Friday free from going back to the campus), stuffing myself silly with chocolates ( makes you feel Happy and a bit less serious) and finally, finally to watch the most highly- anticipated movie of this year, Batman : The Dark Knight ( for those who have not watched it, the penalty for you is to be to be either  gagged or bound to the cinema and plunked on the seat, because it is simply too amazing to be missed).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, this break is no real break for us because we had to spend a lot of time to run the walk-a-hunt activity in the campus. I did not pull a lot of weight in my Hunt committee and this confirms my affirmation that in group work, it is  always bound to have a few member who put in extra work than others and it happens to be me who is the lackadaisical one this time. Nevertheless,  I do wish that we could  glean some experience from organizing this thing to help us in our future undertakings, be it in school, NGO or any other field. One thing for sure, I can't wait to participate in a treasure hunt myself in another time, another place, so there you go again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In The Dark Knight, the Joker keeps taunting about why do we have to be so serious all the time and I think this could or could not apply to us who are undergoing the teaching practice. As I have said, teaching is a roller-coaster of a ride and it is only us who can pull ourselves up again and learn from our mistakes at the same time. I think it is not the case of looking at the glass as half-empty or half-full since we have to get more serious as the observations passed by because by hook or by crook, we can only improve and not deteriorate as the days go by in teaching practice. Unfortunately, sometimes I feel like my zeal and enthusiasm to be a creative teacher could never match that of the first two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My second observation came and gone on the last day of school before the school holidays. This time, I had more kids in the class and the atmosphere was more livelier, if not cheekier. It was with 4C and you know I have always yakked about searching for ways to engage the bunch of boys there. Therefore, this time I did something that I thought might interest them because there are many of them who play Frisbee in the class. It was a writing lesson and they have to write a persuasive speech on "Why Playing Frisbee is Good for Students'. I told them that I thought Frisbee was some kind like the name of some breakfast cereals and got them to explain the rules of the game to me. The plan kinda work because clearly it's not a boring subject to them but I think I have staked my lesson too high in the materials that I used to teach them the techniques of writing a persuasive speech. I know that at their Form Four level, a persuasive speech is just like any other factual essay that they might write but I have always believed in employing the authentic materials to make students see how  learning is relevant to their lives. Thus I gave them the paraphrased version of Brutus' speech after Caesar's murder in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Julius Caesar&lt;/span&gt; to highlight the rhetorical questions, parallels and contrasts used in order to make a speech more persuasive. Then, I distributed an example of a simplified version of a speech by Obama to show them that 500 years on, the same skills are still being used to make a more convincing speech. Well, this may all sound very well on the paper but in practice, many of them did not get the idea and apply what I have told them when they were writing their own speech on the Frisbee topic. For one, 4C is a mixed ability class and maybe the materials have been a tad too difficult to understand. Besides, they are just 16-year-olds after all and maybe those concepts are not within their grasp. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mistake : not using materials that are appropriate to the proficiency of the majority of the class. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However the  problem with me is that I usually think like how the good students think.  I don't know I am doing this to unconsciously appease my own ego or what but the whole situation is a dilemma because I feel defeated when the good students get bored and I feel even more terrible when the weaker students could not follow the lesson because I have failed them as a teacher because they are the ones who should get the most attentionin the first place. Instead of teaching them anything, I murk the water by further confusing them instead. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mistake : It's not about creating a win-win situation or whatever it's called, but on catering to the needs of all students&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the brighter side, I am getting it on with 4A. Since we had covered all the texts in the literature component, I gave them some other texts to read so that they can appreciate and understand the literary texts in the component better. Besides, we talked about how did the poets' personal life relate to the themes in the poems as literature mirrors life. Furthermore, since Sonnet 18 tops the list of their favourite poems, I let them read another sonnet by Shakespeare, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sonnet 130, My Mistress' Eyes Are Nothing Like the Sun&lt;/span&gt;, which contrasts the whole idea of eternal beauty perpetrated in Sonnet 18.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: 681px; height: 371px;" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" width="80%"&gt;&lt;span class="TITLE"&gt;My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun (Sonnet 130)&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td colspan="2" align="right" valign="top" nowrap="nowrap"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="3"&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="3"&gt;&lt;h2&gt;"My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun"&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sonnets.org/shakespeare.htm#top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sonnets.org/handup.gif" align="right" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;       &lt;/p&gt; &lt;dt&gt;My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;Coral is far more red than her lips' red: &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;I have seen roses damask'd, red and white, &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;But no such roses see I in her cheeks; &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;And in some perfumes is there more delight &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;I love to hear her speak,--yet well I know &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;That music hath a far more pleasing sound; &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;I grant I never saw a goddess go, &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;My mistress when she walks, treads on the ground; &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;As any she belied with false compare.&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;It was a very humourous poem to read and I tried to keep a straight face while reminding the boys to control their hormones when they asked me to explain the line '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;why then her breasts are dun' &lt;/span&gt;( they were not pulling my leg, they truly did not get the meaning here, it was not very politically correct to favour fair skin anyway and the boys think that Shakespeare is a pervert). Besides, I asked them to write me a piece on which of the two sonnets that they prefer and a girl  raised a very interesting question when  she said that if beauty is in the eye of the beholder , why then Shakespeare complained about his lover's flaws? I just quipped that love is blind, but Shakespeare was just half-blind when he wrote Sonnet 130. Now I just wonder whether I would let 4C read this because even the girls there don't like Sonnet 14 and I don't want to blush in front of the very cheeky boys there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's two more days to go before going back to school for the last three weeks. I kinda missed my kids on Monday but now teaching i.e. waking up dead early, going to class, wearing skirts everyday, talking to people 7 years younger than me...are completely out of my system for the time being. Who says I am going to miss teaching?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s : yea, maybe, I will really miss teaching.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6895491816657052879-2425467325866404520?l=mindyourteaching.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindyourteaching.blogspot.com/feeds/2425467325866404520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6895491816657052879&amp;postID=2425467325866404520' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895491816657052879/posts/default/2425467325866404520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895491816657052879/posts/default/2425467325866404520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindyourteaching.blogspot.com/2008/08/why-so-serious-why-so-serious.html' title='Why so serious? Why so serious?...'/><author><name>soonchen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rK-5mfjzVgg/SK7AI5QJtuI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/YFYNdjRJrlk/s72-c/HeathJoker.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6895491816657052879.post-5102885298708042770</id><published>2008-08-02T05:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T08:39:14.215-07:00</updated><title type='text'>B for Boring</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rK-5mfjzVgg/SJRbL-Nu2jI/AAAAAAAAAJI/IPikd6HaxUE/s1600-h/jlvn509l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rK-5mfjzVgg/SJRbL-Nu2jI/AAAAAAAAAJI/IPikd6HaxUE/s320/jlvn509l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229905328521271858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, it's boring, not bored. So far, I have not come across a student who said " I'm boring, teacher". Thank goodness for that, for&lt;br /&gt;1. They are good enough to know the difference between boring and bored.&lt;br /&gt;2. My students do not suffer from low self-esteem and think of themselves as boring.&lt;br /&gt;3. Well, at least they are polite enough to not to tell it straight to my face even though a few of&lt;br /&gt;did break into a muffled thud on the desk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said, I have to admit that my kids are getting bored. If I want to take everything with an extra huge chunk of salt, then I will say that novelty has worn off and my kids are getting used to my style ( i.e. amiable, gentle : won't get into a barking mode if their attention starts to wander off). Meanwhile, if I want to be honest and a little hard on myself, I can only say that my lessons and teaching are indeed getting boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always wondered how my kids in my two classes got on in their English lessons with their own teachers before I came. This is something that I will never find out for myself because I had made the decision to not to observe how my mentors conduct their classes as I wanted to start off everything with a clean slate sans any indirect influence or baggage from them. Besides, being kids as they are, I think students will always go out of their way to put on their best behaviour when someone is observing them, which brings to mind a remark from a compatriot who said that teaching is a whole faking business. The theories and the simulation during the first three years are not real, supervisors who do not understand how things go on at the grass roots level, students who put on their pseudo alert mode when someone is sitting at the back watching their every move, etc, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never blamed my students for getting bored in my class. In fact, I feel really, really bad for them because it is always the teacher's fault for falling to engage the students, good or weak. It is my failure, not them. Therefore, the only thing that I can do is to make the lessons more interesting for them. But how to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I feel it is not the content of the lesson which bores the students but the way the teacher conducts the lesson. My kids in 4C get all excited while learning about something like homographs when I let them off the hook and we had Chuck and Larry jokes (note the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;homo&lt;/span&gt; there). Hmm, being politically correct is not that much fun all of the time. I think it's time to let the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;abui&lt;/span&gt; ( &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for your information ma'am, abui means fatty in Hokkien and all the gorgettes who love me call me that&lt;/span&gt;)  in me come out in the classroom, I mean at least most of my friends are not bored with me, are they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okok, now I am being bombarded with the suggestions of bringing fun learning activities into the classroom. The thing is, it does not matter what kind of activities that the teacher uses, what matters to me is the teacher's personality in the classroom. For example, how can you expect a teacher with a stiff upper lip to conduct say, a lively beauty parade like what Anantha did, but it's not that I have a stiff upper lip anyway. I am not saying that teachers have to make a fool of themselves by clowning themselves in front of the students but they really must speak in a way that can engage the students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, this is also not to say that the activities and the contents of the lesson are not important either, what counts is bringing something that is engaging and constructive to the students. Moreover, my kids are very used to the chalk and talk way of learning, they are not interested to participate in some outrageous, over the top activities that they feel that they will learn nothing from. A case in point would be the speaking lesson. We have always planned a 35-minute or so speaking lesson with role-playing, etc in our simulated but it just won't work in the real classroom. I have discovered that role-playing, presentations are only for very good, outspoken students because the rest of the kids will not pay attention to their friends unless they have something very interesting to watch, which makes me feel bad all over again for asking them to speak and having no one to listen to them. Besides, the weak students are just not confident enough to speak and we are making everything worse for them for making them embarrass themselves and not learning anything. Thus, everyday should be a speaking lesson and integration is the key to make lessons less boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I have said in my earlier post, kids come to school to learn and they expect to learn something whether they realize it  themselves or not.  Making them aware that they are learning something is how I feel we can get students to respect us and be less bored with our lessons. For my one class, I can go into the very technical areas of the language and still not see blank stares but for the intermediate class, it is more of a balancing act of catering to mixed bunch of them with different needs and personalities. It is not until my first observation that I realized that I have been taking them for granted and not paying attention to their real needs. After all, they are still kids and they need a lot of guidance especially in literary texts for the weaker students. There are also more boys there and sometimes they are more passive than the girls in my 4A class. Engage, engage, engage is the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my first observation came and went. As usual, my Achilles heel is on giving clear instructions, come on, not everyone can read your mind, abui.  It was with 4C and Dr R said I have to cater more to their needs and not set tasks that are too difficult for them. Dear, dear, my poor, neglected kids, I am boring them and not teaching them anything sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, there is always so much for me to vent here. I have to write more frequently in order not to make each post too tedious. I think this is one of my weaker posts here, perhaps the title is already defeating it. To make it up, here is something I have shared with my kids while teaching about organ donation, yes, Kugi from 4C, sharing is caring (he always tells me this when he forgets to bring the textbook and shares it with his friends and I will tell him off that it will apply during Christmas) and teacher hopes to share more things that teacher likes with you all so that you kids won't get so bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s : one thing that I have discovered about teaching is you start to speak in third persons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 48);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To Remember Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Robert Noel Test&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1926-1994) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;hr align="center"  width="30%" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 48);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 48);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; The day will come when my body will lie upon a white sheet neatly tucked under four corners of a mattress located in a hospital busily occupied with the living and the dying. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 48);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At a certain moment a doctor will determine that my brain has ceased to function and that, for all intents and purposes, my life has stopped. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 48);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When that happens, do not attempt to instill artificial life into my body by the use of a machine. And don't call this my deathbed. Let it be called the Bed of Life, and let my body be taken from it to help others lead fuller lives. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 48);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Give my sight to a man who has never seen a sunrise, a baby's face or love in the eyes of a woman. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 48);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Give my heart to a person whose own heart has pain.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 48);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Give my blood to the teen-ager who was pulled from the wreckage of his car, so that he might live to see his grandchildren play. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 48);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Give my kidneys to one who depends on a machine to exist from week to week. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 48);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Take my bones, every muscle, every fiber and nerve in my body and find a way to make a crippled child walk. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 48);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Explore every corner of my brain. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 48);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Take my cells, if necessary, and let them grow so that, someday, a speechless boy will shout at the crack of a bat and a deaf girl will hear the sound of rain against her windows. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 48);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Burn what is left of me and scatter the ashes to the winds to help the flowers grow. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 48);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you must bury something, let it be my faults, my weaknesses and all my prejudice against my fellow man. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 48);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Give my sins to the devil. Give my soul to God. If, by chance, you wish to remember me, do it with a kind deed or word to someone who needs you. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 48);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you do all I have asked, I will live forever. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6895491816657052879-5102885298708042770?l=mindyourteaching.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindyourteaching.blogspot.com/feeds/5102885298708042770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6895491816657052879&amp;postID=5102885298708042770' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895491816657052879/posts/default/5102885298708042770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895491816657052879/posts/default/5102885298708042770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindyourteaching.blogspot.com/2008/08/b-for-boring.html' title='B for Boring'/><author><name>soonchen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_rK-5mfjzVgg/SJRbL-Nu2jI/AAAAAAAAAJI/IPikd6HaxUE/s72-c/jlvn509l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6895491816657052879.post-7300074864452351707</id><published>2008-07-23T03:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T08:29:29.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Labour of Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rK-5mfjzVgg/SIcRn2-q6mI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ZV-otifgWQA/s1600-h/Hearts_Brush_Set.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rK-5mfjzVgg/SIcRn2-q6mI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ZV-otifgWQA/s320/Hearts_Brush_Set.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226165269057694306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teaching is like falling in love. One minute you are walking on clouds nine after the students walked past you and thanked you personally for the lesson ( I have always preferred that to the sing-song-chorus of 'Thank you Teacher' played on at the end of every lesson) while the next you will feel down to the pits from just the look of boredom in your students' eyes. At least, that was how I felt for these second and third week of teaching practice. The ups and downs are like the emotional roller-coaster ride, with me secretly wishing that there would be a Solero Shot-like theme park game to thrust me up again after the downs if you know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second week saw me settling down and adapting to my 7.20 - 1.10 pm routine. In between, I became the inspector for wardrobe malfunction and I even got a movie date from one of Chee Hwei's students. Hehe, those are really marvellous kids who believed that teacher is only 19 years old. Looks like I am joining the cougar circle of Demi Moore and Madonna if not of the teaching ethics because those boys assured me that " 3 years' difference only teacher!". However, the mother of all guffaw is when I truly, honestly believed that the two equally tall,  crew-cut boys are twins when they kinda told me so. This is the ultimatum prank that a student could pull to make all trainee teachers look stupid. I mean how stupid can I be for believing them because now that I look at them again, they are NOT identical, with one having his face partly obscured by his thick-framed glasses and the other is a Cristiano Ronaldo lookalike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to my teaching, it was alright for the second week when they had their first ever listening lesson and the kids in 4A produced top-notch mind-maps after much cajoling and coaxing. This is because the thing with those smart kids from smart class is that they are so academic. They detest some games and activities in lessons which they feel they will learn nothing from. Smart as they are, only half of the class passed up their summary. I decided to tick them off or else nobody would pass up anything at all eventually but I think I did not do a very good job. I did not want to sound mean, sarcastic or boastful. I just wanted to put them in their place when I told them " hey, teacher knows that you all are very smart students and many are straight-As scorers but to tell you the truth, teacher was a straight-As student all my life and I did all of my homework no matter how unimportant I thought it was then because I think there is a learning curve in everything you do,". Of course that was not the cold hard truth because I did not get the perfect score in STPM but my ego wants to tell them that teacher is smart too even though she checked her spellings with you all and please hand in your work because that is your responsibility as a student.  Nevertheless, there were a lot of dilemmas attached to it because I really do not know how to say nasty things in a nice manner, I do not want to boast, I am not saying that my homework is unimportant, I am afraid that I will hurt the feelings of those students who are not straight-As scorers and I still want to be in their good books but I do not want them to disrespect me by ignoring my work because normally those kids from the good class would always hand in their work in time. Overall, they can be very easy to teach because they have the input and are very knowledgeable and I just have to try to not to get them so bored while imparting something that they will appreciate from me such as things that they still do not know yet and technique in scoring exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, 4C is a different kettle of fish altogether. They are still good and knowledgeable but the one or two boys there can be so cheeky. The banter can be fun and playful but I am not sure whether I should ignore them sometimes else I will be more like their friend than their teacher. Basically, I think all students are the same like you and I, they expect to learn something from their teacher whether they are forced to come to school or not. Therefore, I think what really matters in teaching is for the students to learn and not just for the teachers to finish their lesson plans per se, which is the question that I am always asking myself now : What have my students learned from me? I begin to feel that 90% of the lesson plans that we have been doing throughout our undergraduate studies are not real as it is impossible for teachers to start on a brand new fresh lesson everyday because surely they have to do some follow up discussions and checking with their students when they enter the class or else how would the students learn anything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there is also this question of classroom control because I have the habit of standing in the same corner in the centre of the class and sometimes I feel like I am only speaking to this same group of students. I think I did this out of instinct because I tend to be closest to those who give me the most eye contact. I do not feel that this is right because I will ignore the weaker students and those who are not paying attention because those are the students that I should have been paying a lot of attention to in the first place. Between, I do not know if it is just me for I am inexperienced but I have to plan every single line that I am going to say in the class the night before or I will mess up my lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I marked my student's essay with LOL, something that I do not think any teacher in my school does. Laughing out loud, taking everything with a pinch of salt could just be the two things that every trainee teacher must remember in their book.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6895491816657052879-7300074864452351707?l=mindyourteaching.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindyourteaching.blogspot.com/feeds/7300074864452351707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6895491816657052879&amp;postID=7300074864452351707' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895491816657052879/posts/default/7300074864452351707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895491816657052879/posts/default/7300074864452351707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindyourteaching.blogspot.com/2008/07/labour-of-love.html' title='Labour of Love'/><author><name>soonchen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rK-5mfjzVgg/SIcRn2-q6mI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ZV-otifgWQA/s72-c/Hearts_Brush_Set.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6895491816657052879.post-8885916358934078453</id><published>2008-07-12T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T08:21:39.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Morning Ms Kang...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rK-5mfjzVgg/SHnEXnc-NdI/AAAAAAAAAIY/tWnSuzzHvD4/s1600-h/406595092_009e5d9379.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rK-5mfjzVgg/SHnEXnc-NdI/AAAAAAAAAIY/tWnSuzzHvD4/s320/406595092_009e5d9379.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222421152919336402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Good morning teacher..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Good morning Ms Kang..."&lt;br /&gt;( after a few days)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Good morning Pn Kang..."&lt;br /&gt;(which is when I instinctly snapped back, "teacher is not married yet la...", or on some occasions when i enthusiastically mouthed "Miss, Miss" when the whole class when into the unison of  "Good morning Pn Kang" when I went into some relief classes"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, do I really look that old? Or is it maybe my make-up is too gaudy? Vanity aside, I really appreciate all these greetings though. Chee Hwei and I are actually in awe of how courteous the students are in SMK USJ 8. Overall, they are well-mannered and I'm not sure whether it's the school's training or they are very well brought up children who respect teachers. We even witnessed a 90 degree bow from a girl once! It's actually quite uplifting sometimes to be acknowledged by your students at the school corridors and it does serve as a booster to remind myself time and again that I am a teacher  now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been assigned to 4 Arif and 4 Cerdik and true to their name, they are all very &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;arif -arif and cerdik-cerdik belaka.&lt;/span&gt; Technically speaking, I think I am teaching in a very ideal English classroom where the level of proficiency of the students is generally above average. Gosh, I have so much to pour out now but nothing can make a bigger entrance than my first day at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was our official first day at the school and Chee Hwei's Ah Kam ( her white Honda Civic, you must know that she has a habit of calling all of her cars by boys' name, just like one of the blokes who is married to their cars) was cruising on the Federal Highway on the ungodly hours of 6.35am. We decided to play safe to depart earlier since the traffic on the at-times-notoriously congested Federal Highway can be quite unpredictable at times. Anyway, nothing can possibly be worse than arriving late on your first day at work right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we had reached the school and parked Ah Kam in a rather inconspicuous spot ( don't want to step on any of the teachers' tails by taking up their parking spot), we were swiftly briefed by the PK 1 and hurried to join the rest of the school for their assembly. I breathed a sigh of relief when we were seated in the last row ( again, wanna keep the low profile) but somewhere in my daydream while gazing at the students in front, I was brought back to reality when the principal made a roll-call on the presence of the new trainee teachers and the rest of teaching staff had a frenzy of encouraging us to introduce ourselves. I stood up sheepishly and Chee Hwei later told me that she was only awaken from her own daydream after seeing me springing to my feet suddenly. The principal further urged us to say something to introduce ourselves and I think that was the first litmus test for us in speaking in front of the crowd. Psst, I think I had a rather silly smile plastered all over my face, be kind, rewind please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, we met the teachers whom we are taking over from and I just hoped that I had asked them all the relevant questions. I went to 4A later after refusing the teacher's offer to chaperone me there as I did not want to think about the students' responses of getting a new teacher in front of their old teacher. Then, I had a taste of how good their English is by the adjectives they have used to describe themselves in assonance with their own names. Come to think about it, "Tenacious Theresa, Advocative Adrian.." just sound like a very promising lot. Overall, the whole ice-breaking session was not too bad but I think they were still missing their old teachers##&lt;br /&gt;p/s : Did I also mention that some boy in my relief class asked me what does "tits" mean. Talking about a red-faced first day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I started teaching a real lesson when I entered 4C the next day after going through the same ice-breaking activity ( this is the class-control-proof one which most trainees favour). Lesson plans could be a bit of a headache sometimes as we trainees would always strive to do something out of the box. My "Simon Says" activity to teach prepositions did not really work out that well with 4 C, perhaps it was a bit too childish for the big 16-year-old-kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the third day, 4A improved my impression of them because I thought they were a little bit cold on the first day. Overall, I had a rather satisfying lesson with them on the poem If. The kids are responsive and very good in their proficiency, which made my job a lot easier. Besides, I find that they are very attuned to the latest development around the world, eg. 75% of the class had watched The Inconvenient Truth. Thus, I can talk about any issues with them without meeting a sea of blank stares. In fact, they are so smart that one boy even questioned my rationale of asking them to state the challenges that they think they may face when they are 25 as a set induction to the lesson. 4C is also not that bad, but they are also quite advanced in their sexual lingo though. I have to learn to be more careful with my choice of words with them. Come on, who could have thought that threesome is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; threesome to 16-year-olds?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I had my ups and downs on the first week although the downs could be a letdown at times. To sum it all up, these are the things that I have discovered on my first week at work :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.     It may sound repetitive, but I want to say again that it is not easy being a teacher.&lt;br /&gt;2.   To teach is to learn twice.&lt;br /&gt;3.    I finally understood what ethics mean, I am learning to maintain a professional relationship&lt;br /&gt;    with my kids because I think that I am too friendly with some of them at times.&lt;br /&gt;4.   &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Notes on a Scandal&lt;/span&gt; is so disgusting to me right now.&lt;br /&gt;5.   Preparing questions, i.e. the stem of the questions can be very challenging.&lt;br /&gt;6.     My biggest problem is getting all of the students to understand my instructions clearly.&lt;br /&gt;7.   And lastly, teaching can be quite fun and I think I am starting to fall in love with my kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6895491816657052879-8885916358934078453?l=mindyourteaching.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindyourteaching.blogspot.com/feeds/8885916358934078453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6895491816657052879&amp;postID=8885916358934078453' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895491816657052879/posts/default/8885916358934078453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895491816657052879/posts/default/8885916358934078453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindyourteaching.blogspot.com/2008/07/good-morning-ms-kang.html' title='Good Morning Ms Kang...'/><author><name>soonchen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_rK-5mfjzVgg/SHnEXnc-NdI/AAAAAAAAAIY/tWnSuzzHvD4/s72-c/406595092_009e5d9379.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6895491816657052879.post-8325883029504776821</id><published>2008-07-05T03:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T05:01:06.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Room With A View</title><content type='html'>July is the month which marks many new beginnings for me. I'll be moving in to a new room with a new roommate ( but then again, I tend to do that almost every year, not that I am very difficult to get along with though, mind you).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The few visitors to my new room claimed that the view from my 8th floor is spectacular.  The Am Corp  Mall is figured prominently here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rK-5mfjzVgg/SG9RydO2y5I/AAAAAAAAAHs/G42-BnfVOhM/s1600-h/DSC00753.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rK-5mfjzVgg/SG9RydO2y5I/AAAAAAAAAHs/G42-BnfVOhM/s320/DSC00753.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219480420427942802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear that the night view is breath-taking, guess have to fiddle more with my camera's functions&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rK-5mfjzVgg/SG9RMzLkpJI/AAAAAAAAAHk/KEDpin01Ud0/s1600-h/DSC00764.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rK-5mfjzVgg/SG9RMzLkpJI/AAAAAAAAAHk/KEDpin01Ud0/s320/DSC00764.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219479773484721298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the most pivotal first step that I am going to take would have to be on the morning of 7th July, 2008 when I am about to embark on the journey of my teaching practice as a full-fledged trainee teacher. I am partnering with Chee Hwei this time, never knew our lives could intertwine this much when she sat behind me in class when we were in Form 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had paid a visit to our school, SMK USJ 8 on last monday and we have talked to the very amiable Principal, PK 1 and the Ketua Panitia English. The Principal, Pn. Rubiah gave us a rather long briefing ( opps, can't help that is an oxymoron here) about the background of the students in that school. According to her, the students there are lonely kids as they come from double income families. They are not really delinquent kids and thus we teachers have to show our caring side to them while being firm at the same time. Hmm, this is not too bad, I think I would have failed in acting as a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;garang&lt;/span&gt; teacher anyway. Nevertheless, I think Pn. Rubiah is a very benevolent lady. She told us that she allows her staff to bring their children to work if no one is around to keep an eye on them at home as she could not face her own conscience should anything bad happened to them. Don't you think that she is a very nice employer to have, well I certainly hope she is because lady principals do have the reputation of being quite fussy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my surprise, SMK USJ 8 was just established 8 years ago and it was quite a beautiful school actually. We toured the school on our own while waiting to meet the teachers and I was enchanted by the pots of petunia hanging around the school compound. No pictures here because I thought better of being taken as a too-eager first-timer furiously snapping away. Much to the worry of my partner, we will only be given our timetable on the big day itself but we were informed that we will be taking Form 4 classes. This aside, we are also in the understanding that the proficiency of the students there are generally above average as Subang Jaya is a middle class area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, these are all the rather physical domain of the preparations prior to the it's-finally-here-teaching practice. I think I have been preparing myself mentally for the big day by relaxing as much as possible, hehe. I am convincing myself that I am going to have a lot of fun during my 10-week stint. Positivity never kills right? Nevertheless, I think all of us have been thinking on what to do on the first day in class. There have been conflicting opinions on whether  to have any ice-breaking activity on the first lesson because some supervisors advised us to teach straight away. I am not too sure about that because I find it very weird if we did not make an effort to get acquainted with the students in the first place. Isn't the golden rule of teaching is remembering the names of your students? Anyway, that's about it now. I will carry out some simple ice-breaking activity anyhow. Keep your fingers crossed for each other, alright. Cheerio.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6895491816657052879-8325883029504776821?l=mindyourteaching.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindyourteaching.blogspot.com/feeds/8325883029504776821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6895491816657052879&amp;postID=8325883029504776821' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895491816657052879/posts/default/8325883029504776821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895491816657052879/posts/default/8325883029504776821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindyourteaching.blogspot.com/2008/07/room-with-view.html' title='A Room With A View'/><author><name>soonchen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rK-5mfjzVgg/SG9RydO2y5I/AAAAAAAAAHs/G42-BnfVOhM/s72-c/DSC00753.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6895491816657052879.post-3208519465984886880</id><published>2008-07-02T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T03:20:16.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How do you like your teacher?</title><content type='html'>Here's the thing people, when it comes to teachers, the images that most people conjure up would be those of the no-nonsense, frumpy ones. However, there is an emerging breed of new English teachers from the graduation year of 2009 who are set to bring a breath of fresh air into the teaching profession. So for those of who have made it into the hall of fame, so sorry for exposing the candid teachers in you ya. Please don't be offended ok, it is all done in good humour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Joker, Angela Teo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rK-5mfjzVgg/SGxIAZ7-SxI/AAAAAAAAAEs/ADI8t-87nnw/s1600-h/DSC00444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rK-5mfjzVgg/SGxIAZ7-SxI/AAAAAAAAAEs/ADI8t-87nnw/s320/DSC00444.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218625240015194898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Musician Wannabe, Jennifer Tan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rK-5mfjzVgg/SGxKH2YhZDI/AAAAAAAAAE0/jK7JtNXp1Eg/s1600-h/DSC00491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rK-5mfjzVgg/SGxKH2YhZDI/AAAAAAAAAE0/jK7JtNXp1Eg/s320/DSC00491.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218627566933468210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Tough One, Chee Hwei in a gender-bending role&lt;/span&gt; ( &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;she's so going to kill me this time&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rK-5mfjzVgg/SGxVJyfwo-I/AAAAAAAAAHU/7_0GDnn8dZ4/s1600-h/DSC00146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rK-5mfjzVgg/SGxVJyfwo-I/AAAAAAAAAHU/7_0GDnn8dZ4/s320/DSC00146.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218639694877729762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Crazy Teachers&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rK-5mfjzVgg/SGxMn6sm4YI/AAAAAAAAAE8/1kMgSGJ4xMs/s1600-h/DSC00672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rK-5mfjzVgg/SGxMn6sm4YI/AAAAAAAAAE8/1kMgSGJ4xMs/s320/DSC00672.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218630316870525314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy Teacher 1 : Poay Ling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rK-5mfjzVgg/SGxT68w70hI/AAAAAAAAAHM/xEliNDvN4Hg/s1600-h/DSC00584.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rK-5mfjzVgg/SGxT68w70hI/AAAAAAAAAHM/xEliNDvN4Hg/s320/DSC00584.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218638340424454674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Crazy Teacher 2 : Joan Kan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Scary Teacher, Jefeft Aw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rK-5mfjzVgg/SGxOCN9lYpI/AAAAAAAAAFc/DlSqnYVmtFI/s1600-h/DSC00585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rK-5mfjzVgg/SGxOCN9lYpI/AAAAAAAAAFc/DlSqnYVmtFI/s320/DSC00585.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218631868230230674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Food Connoisseur, Shih Min&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rK-5mfjzVgg/SGxN3hifDYI/AAAAAAAAAFU/grzdIgniSTs/s1600-h/DSC00378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rK-5mfjzVgg/SGxN3hifDYI/AAAAAAAAAFU/grzdIgniSTs/s320/DSC00378.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218631684506717570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Opportunistic Photographer, Kenny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rK-5mfjzVgg/SGxQiD4341I/AAAAAAAAAGc/UCrUb73BstE/s1600-h/DSC00411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rK-5mfjzVgg/SGxQiD4341I/AAAAAAAAAGc/UCrUb73BstE/s320/DSC00411.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218634614305186642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Beautiful Teacher, Ainul Saadiah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rK-5mfjzVgg/SGxP2f6NGfI/AAAAAAAAAGE/g_C8wNLHuro/s1600-h/DSC00537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rK-5mfjzVgg/SGxP2f6NGfI/AAAAAAAAAGE/g_C8wNLHuro/s320/DSC00537.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218633865912719858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mabel in the background is also beautiful &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rK-5mfjzVgg/SGxQEXhomlI/AAAAAAAAAGM/GDVSCUstxl4/s1600-h/DSC00509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rK-5mfjzVgg/SGxQEXhomlI/AAAAAAAAAGM/GDVSCUstxl4/s320/DSC00509.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218634104180349522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The So- I -Think- I -Can -Dance -Teachers, Oliver, Kenny,Ben &amp;amp; Kean ( 1st yr)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rK-5mfjzVgg/SGxetv6wV5I/AAAAAAAAAHc/hIWJF_XromI/s1600-h/DSC00473.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rK-5mfjzVgg/SGxetv6wV5I/AAAAAAAAAHc/hIWJF_XromI/s320/DSC00473.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218650208265590674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;It's a bit obscene here&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; lah,&lt;/span&gt; dude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Benevolent Teacher, April Ong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rK-5mfjzVgg/SGxOvc6g9kI/AAAAAAAAAF0/Eb-OoCo1c7o/s1600-h/DSC00467.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rK-5mfjzVgg/SGxOvc6g9kI/AAAAAAAAAF0/Eb-OoCo1c7o/s320/DSC00467.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218632645338003010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Funny-Faced Teacher, Oliver Kee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rK-5mfjzVgg/SGxRROl1TTI/AAAAAAAAAGs/Z4Smi5_Gn2Y/s1600-h/DSC00562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rK-5mfjzVgg/SGxRROl1TTI/AAAAAAAAAGs/Z4Smi5_Gn2Y/s320/DSC00562.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218635424631967026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rK-5mfjzVgg/SGxRfxNyz1I/AAAAAAAAAG0/05ScRaBxUgw/s1600-h/DSC00465.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rK-5mfjzVgg/SGxRfxNyz1I/AAAAAAAAAG0/05ScRaBxUgw/s320/DSC00465.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218635674444549970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Oh, so Lovely Teacher, Tracy Looi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rK-5mfjzVgg/SGxQTQtxpXI/AAAAAAAAAGU/kQ-zQtjri3M/s1600-h/DSC00469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rK-5mfjzVgg/SGxQTQtxpXI/AAAAAAAAAGU/kQ-zQtjri3M/s320/DSC00469.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218634360050263410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The So-Good-To- Kiss-Teacher, Ying Ying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rK-5mfjzVgg/SGxRAbTDjnI/AAAAAAAAAGk/KnDqVFEhyZQ/s1600-h/DSC00394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rK-5mfjzVgg/SGxRAbTDjnI/AAAAAAAAAGk/KnDqVFEhyZQ/s320/DSC00394.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218635135985094258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Or is it Angelina Jolie in one of her pre-Brad Pitt moments?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What do you think about this one?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rK-5mfjzVgg/SGxR5ysgsKI/AAAAAAAAAG8/5eh_QsBxwJo/s1600-h/DSC00468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rK-5mfjzVgg/SGxR5ysgsKI/AAAAAAAAAG8/5eh_QsBxwJo/s320/DSC00468.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218636121518420130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                          &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt; lah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6895491816657052879-3208519465984886880?l=mindyourteaching.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindyourteaching.blogspot.com/feeds/3208519465984886880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6895491816657052879&amp;postID=3208519465984886880' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895491816657052879/posts/default/3208519465984886880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895491816657052879/posts/default/3208519465984886880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindyourteaching.blogspot.com/2008/07/how-do-you-like-your-teacher.html' title='How do you like your teacher?'/><author><name>soonchen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rK-5mfjzVgg/SGxIAZ7-SxI/AAAAAAAAAEs/ADI8t-87nnw/s72-c/DSC00444.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6895491816657052879.post-1153645391407269095</id><published>2008-07-01T22:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T10:59:49.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Miss With Love...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rK-5mfjzVgg/SGsRbBnJmgI/AAAAAAAAAEk/EomtSjV7c4I/s1600-h/DSC00747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rK-5mfjzVgg/SGsRbBnJmgI/AAAAAAAAAEk/EomtSjV7c4I/s320/DSC00747.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218283749225634306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's a confession, I was a very, very bad student when I was in school. I passed up my homework on time and all that but like some of the smart-ass students in a so-called " good" class or "good school" for that matter, I was very teacher's nightmare who did her add-maths tuition homework during BM lessons and skipped school when there were double periods of BM and English, yes, you heard me, English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, it is only ironic that I am choosing to take up a teaching course and perhaps this could be the karma pay-back time now that I am embarking on my teaching practice in 4 days' time. Gosh, I even thought about my poor, poor history teacher, whom we all nicknamed as 'The Rock' for his big stature and  who was never listened to in any of his classes on the morning when I was preparing to meet my school's principal. Looks like I am letting the past to haunt myself here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, I have always tried to reason my poor record as a student by justifying that those teachers I did not pay enough attention to were not that good in their teaching. I am not saying that they are not good teachers and I should say that they are actually very good teachers who really have their students' interest at heart. In fact, me and a bunch of equally lousy students kept in touch with them years after we had left school. Perhaps the exam-orientated education system in our country could be blamed for producing the lot of students like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, I came from a Chinese school which fits the stereotype of most Chinese schools i.e. very &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kiasu &lt;/span&gt;students, exemplary results in maths and science and very, very, result and academic orientated only. This phenomenon is even more apparent in the first few classes. On the other hand, one may beg to question about how bad students like us could be straight- As-flyers? This is because when I said that we were very bad students, we were also excellent students on other periods. However, this  only happened to lessons  which were taught by the subject specialists teachers who also happened to be marking public examination slips and much-sought- after-tuition teachers at the same time. Mind you, the attendance on those periods were always full and some of my friends only came to school on the periods that those teachers were teaching. Notwithstanding, those teachers were really marvelous and very clear in their teaching but they could only remember the name of the monitor out of a class of 40 plus students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back, I am certainly not proud of myself or my friends. Indeed, our behaviour at that time could only be considered as nothing but arrogant and we really owe all those teachers that we have ignored an apology now. While I have stereotyped the situation above to that which happened in Chinese schools, I think this phenomenon is also quite apparent in other schools across the nation as well. In fact, one could also say that this is almost the norm in most urban schools. Thus, this is going to be such bad news for us English teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I emphasizing on English teachers alone? On the one hand, English is a subject which has no formula nor theorem ( if you do not consider grammatical rules as theorem, that is). Besides, I think that sometimes teachers could not make a huge difference to improve the proficiency of the students at the upper secondary level. I honestly believe that English teachers only play the role as facilitators in language learning. Therefore, we should not expect the students to be eager and attentive at all if our lessons are not INTERESTING.  Nowadays, the students are even more smart-ass than we were and they can really tell whether we are passionate and good enough to teach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back when I was in school, the English periods was a chance for us to relax after the cramming of the formulae and I must admit that we had fun and paid attention on those lessons which were very  well prepared  and  thought after.  I still  remember  a very interesting set induction that my English teacher did when I was in Form 3 even though I did not know the technical term of set induction back then. She was teaching us a chapter on smoking and she tried to lit a money bill and we naive students (yea, still not so smart-ass yet at Form 3) were pleading her not to do that. Consequently, she explained that smoking is akin to the act of setting money on fire. Don't you think that it is a very good set induction to do in the classroom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the whole, I think we will be facing the most challenging 10 weeks in our somewhat idyllic 4-year-course. I can only tell myself that it is going to be fine and I am going to enjoy myself.  Worrying  ourselves to insomania  will only add dark circles and positivity could not be more relevant at this period of time. Therefore, to all of my friends out there, we shall do our best and the rest is just up to God I guess. Just as Ying Ying has said, bon voyage and don't forget to have fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6895491816657052879-1153645391407269095?l=mindyourteaching.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindyourteaching.blogspot.com/feeds/1153645391407269095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6895491816657052879&amp;postID=1153645391407269095' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895491816657052879/posts/default/1153645391407269095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895491816657052879/posts/default/1153645391407269095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindyourteaching.blogspot.com/2008/07/to-miss-with-love.html' title='To Miss With Love...'/><author><name>soonchen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rK-5mfjzVgg/SGsRbBnJmgI/AAAAAAAAAEk/EomtSjV7c4I/s72-c/DSC00747.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6895491816657052879.post-3033469066997727828</id><published>2008-06-17T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T03:04:33.920-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shuz...shuz...shuz.'/><title type='text'>In My Shoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rK-5mfjzVgg/SFi3j97wPEI/AAAAAAAAADU/5sPJPQjJMkE/s1600-h/DSC00740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rK-5mfjzVgg/SFi3j97wPEI/AAAAAAAAADU/5sPJPQjJMkE/s320/DSC00740.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213118397229841474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                    &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                                                                                                                                                        No skeletons in the closet please...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Stilettos, wedges, ballerina's flats, pumps, Mary Jane, peep-toes...you name it, I have had them all. For a girl who dreamed of owning a pair of Jimmy Choo  at the age of 15 ( well, that was before I came across Manolo Blahnik),  I certainly hold on to the adage that a girl could not have enough pairs of shoes and the premeire of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sex and the City : The Movie&lt;/span&gt; certainly make this all the more relevant I should say. Thus, it is only fortunate that my mum shares my fervent interest and my feet size because I can get her the heels every time I come home as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Vincci&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nose&lt;/span&gt; have yet to open their stores in Alor Star. But then again, a wise friend once said that I only buy her the shoes that I like so that I can borrow later, so there you go again. While our collection is still a long way to rival that of Imelda Marcos', they are certainly my pride and joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rK-5mfjzVgg/SFi7u_rgLGI/AAAAAAAAADc/md_6UhHcx0w/s1600-h/DSC00729.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rK-5mfjzVgg/SFi7u_rgLGI/AAAAAAAAADc/md_6UhHcx0w/s320/DSC00729.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213122984723623010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                                                                           now look, isn't this lovely and sweet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rK-5mfjzVgg/SFi_9ag_12I/AAAAAAAAAEE/HUXqxMDDXlY/s1600-h/DSC00731.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rK-5mfjzVgg/SFi_9ag_12I/AAAAAAAAAEE/HUXqxMDDXlY/s320/DSC00731.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213127630491998050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                    here's a killer peep-toe in a cool shade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rK-5mfjzVgg/SFjBVdPsXuI/AAAAAAAAAEM/QMvMSeQcuFo/s1600-h/DSC00730.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rK-5mfjzVgg/SFjBVdPsXuI/AAAAAAAAAEM/QMvMSeQcuFo/s320/DSC00730.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213129143053213410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                 this is her 47th birthday gift which could also be handy for evening wear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rK-5mfjzVgg/SFjCE5EQ6CI/AAAAAAAAAEU/nSdAXeZ92C8/s1600-h/DSC00738.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rK-5mfjzVgg/SFjCE5EQ6CI/AAAAAAAAAEU/nSdAXeZ92C8/s320/DSC00738.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213129957975320610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                the one which every shoepaholic could say no to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I don't know whether it is a blessing or disguise when these sweeties could not be brought to action during teaching practice as I am under the impression that we have to wear pumps that cover our feet, toes and all (which brings to mind, what is so indecent about peep-toes in the first place?) Nevertheless, it does save me from performing kamikaze on my own feet as no sensible teacher would want to climb 3 flights of stair and stand for hours in these killer heels all day. So, in light of the coming practicum, I have settled for something more demure this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rK-5mfjzVgg/SFjCgNJ_PKI/AAAAAAAAAEc/y2kQy5mJudY/s1600-h/DSC00735.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rK-5mfjzVgg/SFjCgNJ_PKI/AAAAAAAAAEc/y2kQy5mJudY/s320/DSC00735.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213130427224505506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is one hot bargain that I bought at just RM29.90, can you believe it? It is rather comfortable minus the cut-throat prices of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hush Puppies&lt;/span&gt; and I scouted around for this shade of beige because it could go with most of my outfits. Even the heels are at a very sensible 2-inch-high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With teaching practice being around 2 weeks away, shopping around for the  few essentials (yes, they are really essentials) was one of the preparations that I have done. Actually I didn't do much to prepare myself for the past month, excusing myself partly by the fact that I am not aware of which form I will be teaching, which is plainly, just a lazy excuse. Guess I have to buck up these few remaining free days by checking out all the ESL activities on the URLs compiled on Sifu's site. By the by, need I also mention that I have coloured my hair to a darker shade of burgundy, which my mum insist is just plain black &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt; but some shades of colour can still be  seen under the sun, this I must stress...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6895491816657052879-3033469066997727828?l=mindyourteaching.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindyourteaching.blogspot.com/feeds/3033469066997727828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6895491816657052879&amp;postID=3033469066997727828' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895491816657052879/posts/default/3033469066997727828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895491816657052879/posts/default/3033469066997727828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindyourteaching.blogspot.com/2008/06/in-my-shoes.html' title='In My Shoes'/><author><name>soonchen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rK-5mfjzVgg/SFi3j97wPEI/AAAAAAAAADU/5sPJPQjJMkE/s72-c/DSC00740.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6895491816657052879.post-1674648896789347028</id><published>2008-06-05T23:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T00:18:16.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reel Teachers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Little Miss Sunshine. Disturbia. After the Wedding. Intoler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;able Cruelty. There Will Be Blood. The Good German. Notes on a Scandal. La Vien En Ro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e. Michael Clayton. Atonement. Across The U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;niverse. Provoke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;d. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;are some of the movies that I had watched over the semester break. I am a serious movie buff you see and if only I can make a living out of watching movies someday. In between discovering that George Clooney and Shia LaBeouf have really nice eye lashes, I still have these DVDs to occupy me for the rest of my semester break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rK-5mfjzVgg/SEjdZe69JHI/AAAAAAAAACE/ne0dTbGi0d0/s1600-h/DSC00715.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rK-5mfjzVgg/SEjdZe69JHI/AAAAAAAAACE/ne0dTbGi0d0/s320/DSC00715.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208656398920787058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mind you, these are all pirated DVDs. Now, let's just pray that the optical discs-sniffing Labradors, Lucky and Flo would be miles away from my house. Therefore, with my amassed movie-viewing over the time, it is only natural that I have watched quite a few movies on English teachers over the years although I have never watched the classic &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To Si&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;r With Love&lt;/span&gt;. Here's a look at some of my favourite English teachers on the silver screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rK-5mfjzVgg/SEjrKcbvRVI/AAAAAAAAACU/oOkRoDJbGd0/s1600-h/freedom3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rK-5mfjzVgg/SEjrKcbvRVI/AAAAAAAAACU/oOkRoDJbGd0/s320/freedom3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208671533717734738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;                                                Erin Gruwell, Freedom Writers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This could be one of the latest movie featuring an English language teacher. While I find this movie very inspiring with her enthusiasm and her creative approaches in reaching out to the students, it kinda freaked me out as well. Well, this is after all a fact of life as it is based on the real story of the Freedom Writers Foundation and the rowdy students portrayed in the movie could very well be any Bakar, Balakrishnan and Ah Beng in Malaysia. My only teaching experience was in a nursery and even those toddlers there gave me a hard time. Although I tried not to think of it, I would shudder at the thought of the students start bawling and throwing chairs in the classroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rK-5mfjzVgg/SEjsKjkxL_I/AAAAAAAAACc/cYRQngdXMTY/s1600-h/freedom2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rK-5mfjzVgg/SEjsKjkxL_I/AAAAAAAAACc/cYRQngdXMTY/s320/freedom2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208672635146285042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the methods that she used which I particularly like was when she divided the students into two lines based on their experience. To me, that was the most poignant moment when the students start stepping into the lines and realize that their teacher really cares about them. I think we would have come across underprivileged students in our career  and I guess we just have to put ourselves in their shoes in order to reach out to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rK-5mfjzVgg/SEjwHxmPSBI/AAAAAAAAACk/hPujApszYjs/s1600-h/Dead-Poets-Society-04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rK-5mfjzVgg/SEjwHxmPSBI/AAAAAAAAACk/hPujApszYjs/s320/Dead-Poets-Society-04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208676985417451538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                       &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                                                                                                                                                            John Keating, Dead Poets Society&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Now, this is my all-time-favourite English teacher whom I have watched again and again. It is also the movie which introduced the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;carpe diem&lt;/span&gt; mantra to me. While his style is rather unconventional, I mean lecturing on top of a desk and tearing pages away from books are not very principal-friendly methodologies but he does really teach his student to follow their heart. Which makes me wonder, what is it that I have to offer my students with me still at the crossroads in life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rK-5mfjzVgg/SEzIWNkuOjI/AAAAAAAAACs/fnc0GxcYIf4/s1600-h/800701_DV_M_F.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rK-5mfjzVgg/SEzIWNkuOjI/AAAAAAAAACs/fnc0GxcYIf4/s320/800701_DV_M_F.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209759152887183922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                            &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jeremy Brown, Mind Your Language&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to English teachers, no one must ever forget the delectable Mr. Brown with his brood of foreign students in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mind Your Language&lt;/span&gt;. My mum said she never missed an episode of the show when it was on air in the 80s and now I find myself catching up with her after getting hold of the DVD box set (again, pirated DVDs, no guilts). Nevertheless, I don't think the Malaysian classroom would be as interesting and colourful as his, and come to think of it, his students must have a good grasp of English in the first place for them to make all the laughable mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rK-5mfjzVgg/SEzIg7akwwI/AAAAAAAAAC0/9CPwP_Mz01w/s1600-h/cate_blanchett5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rK-5mfjzVgg/SEzIg7akwwI/AAAAAAAAAC0/9CPwP_Mz01w/s320/cate_blanchett5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209759336991343362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                      &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;                  Sheba Hart, Notes on a Scandal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people might say that there a few bad apples in a profession which spoilt the lot. The character, Sheba Hart which is played by the crafty Cate Blanchett may fall into this category because she had an affair with her student. I had read the book prior to watching the movie adaptation of it and I must say that this is one of the few where both the book and the movie-tie-in are equally good. She could be a flawed teacher but I think like every upbeat new teacher, she must have been disappointed by the unappreciative students who show no enthusiasm to learn at all. Her first few days in the classroom were described as a scene from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lord of the Flies.  &lt;/span&gt;Eventually she found a student who displayed some interest and it is only unfortunate that the student had the intention of getting into her pants and she was too weak to resist the lure of the forbidden love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rK-5mfjzVgg/SEzRMlT-usI/AAAAAAAAADE/Si1QDInnFrY/s1600-h/judi+dench.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rK-5mfjzVgg/SEzRMlT-usI/AAAAAAAAADE/Si1QDInnFrY/s320/judi+dench.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209768883065371330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                            &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barbara Covett, Notes on a Scandal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, this is one teacher who is played to a chilly perfection by Dame Judi Dench which freaks my friend, another fellow TESLian out. You know teachers always have the reputation or emm, a higher chances of living out the life of an old, lonely spinster. Well, I am an only child so I have always guarded my privacy as if it's my birth right, therefore I think I might not have a problem on this area, hehe. But then again, to all the fellow singletons out there,  let's hope our knights will not take such a long time to polish up their armours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rK-5mfjzVgg/SEzUbHAyTVI/AAAAAAAAADM/SFzy82dQeeI/s1600-h/94842_01_272w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rK-5mfjzVgg/SEzUbHAyTVI/AAAAAAAAADM/SFzy82dQeeI/s320/94842_01_272w.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209772431164722514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Louanne Johnson, Dangerous Minds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, this is one good teacher that I have yet to watch or read. Wow, look, the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cikgu  &lt;/span&gt;is so rugged is with her leather jackets and her jeans. Someone in the class brought up this title in his presentation and I am still on the lookout for the pirated DVD version of it to add into my collection, :p. All in all, teachers seem to be quite a popular figure in the la-la land, other titles that can be checked out if you want to have an armchair experience of teaching are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Teaching Mrs. Tingle&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Music of the Heart, Kindergarten Cop&lt;/span&gt;, well, that's if you are game enough to teach in a pre-school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6895491816657052879-1674648896789347028?l=mindyourteaching.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindyourteaching.blogspot.com/feeds/1674648896789347028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6895491816657052879&amp;postID=1674648896789347028' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895491816657052879/posts/default/1674648896789347028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895491816657052879/posts/default/1674648896789347028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindyourteaching.blogspot.com/2008/06/reel-teachers.html' title='Reel Teachers'/><author><name>soonchen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rK-5mfjzVgg/SEjdZe69JHI/AAAAAAAAACE/ne0dTbGi0d0/s72-c/DSC00715.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6895491816657052879.post-7210219666338921046</id><published>2008-06-05T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T20:20:54.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Better late than 'pregnant'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rK-5mfjzVgg/SEipmTAuwCI/AAAAAAAAAB8/joXMdF2au-Y/s1600-h/angelina-jolie-jack-black-bellies-sp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rK-5mfjzVgg/SEipmTAuwCI/AAAAAAAAAB8/joXMdF2au-Y/s320/angelina-jolie-jack-black-bellies-sp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208599444457439266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;As promised, I will deliver this tale of the spin-off version of the better known 'better late than never' adage which was related to us by our Assessment in Literature lecturer. You see, the good English teacher had set up the activity of asking students to fill in the blanks in the phrasal verbs. And the story goes that there was this one question i.e. "better late than _____" and this one smart alec in the class raised up his hand and said " Pregnant, the answer is pregnant teacher." Well, the student was certainly paying a lot of attention in his science classes and who could deny that his answer is technically correct,  right? So, before we go on into the debate and brouhaha of bringing sex education into the classroom, the more pertinent question that our lecturer raised was how can we assess the answers from the students which are ahem, technically correct but not expected in the syllabus spectrum? Hmm, we can't blame the students for being too smart too, can we? One thing's for sure though, Angelina Jolie's belly will certainly get bigger than Jack Black with her twin babies there...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6895491816657052879-7210219666338921046?l=mindyourteaching.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindyourteaching.blogspot.com/feeds/7210219666338921046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6895491816657052879&amp;postID=7210219666338921046' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895491816657052879/posts/default/7210219666338921046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895491816657052879/posts/default/7210219666338921046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindyourteaching.blogspot.com/2008/06/better-late-than-pregnant.html' title='Better late than &apos;pregnant&apos;'/><author><name>soonchen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rK-5mfjzVgg/SEipmTAuwCI/AAAAAAAAAB8/joXMdF2au-Y/s72-c/angelina-jolie-jack-black-bellies-sp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6895491816657052879.post-7198416437021958968</id><published>2008-05-28T00:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T08:15:03.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something's COOKing here...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rK-5mfjzVgg/SD0SxxS9S7I/AAAAAAAAABM/z2bqmZowZfM/s1600-h/large_idol7-cook.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rK-5mfjzVgg/SD0SxxS9S7I/AAAAAAAAABM/z2bqmZowZfM/s320/large_idol7-cook.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205337390565903282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hail to the newly crowned American Idol David Cook! Call him scruffy or Daughtry-wannabe if you like, but his raspy voice is just so so sexy and who can forget his redition of Mariah Carey's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Always Be My Baby&lt;/span&gt; ? Besides, him singing with his tear-stained eyes on the results night  just spelled sincerity, honesty...oh...completely tucked at my heart string. Ok, ok, here I go again with with my new-found pet artiste but with my taste leaning more towards the rockers' edge, it's no surprise that I put my bets on Cook (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;opps, I'm here in Malaysia here, cannot vote)&lt;/span&gt; than say his contender, the wide-eyed David Archuleta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rK-5mfjzVgg/SD0YLxS9S9I/AAAAAAAAABc/aMLVAzs58ug/s1600-h/david.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rK-5mfjzVgg/SD0YLxS9S9I/AAAAAAAAABc/aMLVAzs58ug/s320/david.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205343334800640978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This younger David was the favourite to take the crown and I know there are many young girls who are swooning over him. I do not want to sound old here ( &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;which I am certainly not because I believe that we will always be young at heart&lt;/span&gt;) but his style or approach just do not appeal to me. A crooner of ballads who has the habit of keeping his eyes shut to the world during 70 % of his singing, I mean come on, we don't need another Barry Mannilow here! But then again teenage girls around the world are peeling Nick Carter's posters off their walls to make way for Archuleta's because he is just so irresistibly cute to them, just as Cook is to me. Which brings to the point here, have I grown up and beginning to lose touch with what the average 16, 17-year-olds are thinking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rK-5mfjzVgg/SD0cThS9S-I/AAAAAAAAABk/P-jMSQvXzFo/s1600-h/gossip-girl20.box.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rK-5mfjzVgg/SD0cThS9S-I/AAAAAAAAABk/P-jMSQvXzFo/s320/gossip-girl20.box.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205347865991138274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, why am I talking about this? This is because I will be teaching these 16-year-olds in more than a months' time and as I want to get into their  books, I hope I will be able to reach out to them in one way or another. I think I am still in their generation and a gap such as the dirty Sungai Gombak ravine could not have existed  (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; hey, at least I am still watching American Idol )&lt;/span&gt; but somehow I feel that I may not be able to understand their MTV  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yo, duh&lt;/span&gt; speech so well anymore. Come to think about it, I am just at least 5 years older than them but I think I may need to make a little effort to discover my adolescent side again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rK-5mfjzVgg/SD0gUBS9S_I/AAAAAAAAABs/ArVMpOromvc/s1600-h/Gossip+Girl+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rK-5mfjzVgg/SD0gUBS9S_I/AAAAAAAAABs/ArVMpOromvc/s320/Gossip+Girl+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205352272627583986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Which is why I am making myself free every Wednesday 10pm to catch &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gossip Girl, &lt;/span&gt;the latest It show in the US. I used to watch&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; O.C., One Tree Hill&lt;/span&gt; and my favourite, favourite &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gilmore Girls&lt;/span&gt; when I was growing up but I'm more into Ugly Betty and House these days. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gossip Girl&lt;/span&gt; is fine but the antics of the queen bee and the lot of beautiful, rich youngsters just do not really float my boat this time. I really hope my future students are not brats like them. All in all, it is really not that difficult watching TV anyway. Besides, I can claim to know the US Top 40 like the back of my hand and I do know which team is winning in the  EPL although the NBA's just lost on me, so tell me do you think are my worries valid pals?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6895491816657052879-7198416437021958968?l=mindyourteaching.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindyourteaching.blogspot.com/feeds/7198416437021958968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6895491816657052879&amp;postID=7198416437021958968' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895491816657052879/posts/default/7198416437021958968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895491816657052879/posts/default/7198416437021958968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindyourteaching.blogspot.com/2008/05/somethings-cooking-here.html' title='Something&apos;s COOKing here...'/><author><name>soonchen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_rK-5mfjzVgg/SD0SxxS9S7I/AAAAAAAAABM/z2bqmZowZfM/s72-c/large_idol7-cook.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6895491816657052879.post-1711219320873364964</id><published>2008-04-21T04:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T02:14:35.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A picture tells a thousand words...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rK-5mfjzVgg/SDKBA7e0fLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/O_QDUzkcS-0/s1600-h/Picture1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rK-5mfjzVgg/SDKBA7e0fLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/O_QDUzkcS-0/s320/Picture1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202362372533288114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I simply love this picture. This is a picture of a Palestinian Muslim woman carrying an Israeli girl which was taken in the conflict-torn Gaza strip. I used this picture as the concluding picture for the series of picture slide shows in my pre-reading activity when I was teaching the poem &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Man He Killed&lt;/span&gt; by Thomas Hardy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In that, I brought to light the on-going conflict between the Israeli and Palestinian sides to contrast against the theme of the futility of war in the poem. Overall, I am glad to say that the presentation was quite a satisfying one with my ever creative partner, Ying Ying who had contributed to the brilliant idea of having a mock press conference in the while-reading activity. We have both loved &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Man He Killed &lt;/span&gt;by Thomas Hardy and what is better than teaching something that you truly enjoy yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rK-5mfjzVgg/SDKROre0fNI/AAAAAAAAAA8/j6U6htShGgc/s1600-h/Picture1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rK-5mfjzVgg/SDKROre0fNI/AAAAAAAAAA8/j6U6htShGgc/s320/Picture1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202380200942533842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, our lecturer took that opportunity to guide us into a discussion on whether it is appropriate to bring sensitive issues such as the Israeli-Palestinian conflict into the classroom, with all due respect to our country being a Muslim country. However, I should also say that this kind of activity can only be applied to a high-level classroom as the students would need to have some previous knowledge on this issue for the pre-reading activity to be effective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subsequently, it was the picture which saved the day as it summed up our non-confrontational approach in tackling the 'sensitive' issue of the Israeli-Palestinian conflict. Appropriate or not appropriate aside, we also voiced out our opinion on bringing the discussion of current issues into the classroom. Ultimately, being the open-minded TESLians that we are, we concluded that we have no qualms about the discussion of sensitive or current issues in the classroom, hey, after all, our duty is to educate a generation of thinking Malaysians, and not yes-men right? Pn. Noraini also gave her blessing in this as she felt that we could not find a better time to talk with our students about this relevant issues than now. As have been said, better late than never (or pregnant, that's another story with another lecturer...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6895491816657052879-1711219320873364964?l=mindyourteaching.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindyourteaching.blogspot.com/feeds/1711219320873364964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6895491816657052879&amp;postID=1711219320873364964' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895491816657052879/posts/default/1711219320873364964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895491816657052879/posts/default/1711219320873364964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindyourteaching.blogspot.com/2008/04/picture-tells-thousand-words.html' title='A picture tells a thousand words...'/><author><name>soonchen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_rK-5mfjzVgg/SDKBA7e0fLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/O_QDUzkcS-0/s72-c/Picture1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6895491816657052879.post-8957753383342765762</id><published>2008-04-21T01:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T03:24:36.009-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To teach or not to teach grammar</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AN ODE TO A DELECTABLE BORE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Oh Mr. Brown!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;How I wish grammar&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;was as interesting,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;as you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The only active&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;or passive things&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;to me are your&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;movements.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Who cares about&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;verbs, unless you're&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;holding, kissing, touching, stroking, caressing,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;my ____?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;If you want,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;you can even make it&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;carefully, softly, gently, lovingly, continually,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;adverbial.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Oh Mr.Brown!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Don't you know that&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;divine, handsome, suave, cuddly, heroic&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;adjectives only apply&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;to you?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Oh Mr.Brown!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Your tenses are all wrong.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The present counts&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;not the past.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Oh Mr.Brown!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I wish you taught&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Maths, History, Science, Cooking and Netball&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;At least then&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'd enjoy them even&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;though I don't&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;understand them,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;either.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kate Jones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;Looking back, I have never really taught grammar in any of my simulated teaching. Mr Lim, my 'sit in' simulated teaching lecturer has always stressed that teachers should never ever teach grammar as an item in the lesson. Hey, he even failed my friend's presentation for her attempt to teach transitive/ intransitive verbs throughout the lesson. But then again, some lecturers emphasise on the teaching of the grammar items in the presentation stage, so I am just keeping my fingers crossed that I won' t have them as my supervisors next semester, hehe.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nevertheless, we still have to fill in the language focus in the lesson plan. Therefore, my all-time-favourite is adjectives simply because there is no need to go through the drudgery of past, present and what not in adjectives and it comes in naturally in our speech. In the mean time, I am still trying to figure out how we can indirectly teach grammatical items in our lesson, I mean drills will be quite a bore after some time. Anyway, I do not think my grammar had benefited much from the lessons I used to have in school. I think I will dread the day when my students ask me to explain those wretched rules, if only I could quote our sifu' favourite phrase, English Is A Crazy Language again and again...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6895491816657052879-8957753383342765762?l=mindyourteaching.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindyourteaching.blogspot.com/feeds/8957753383342765762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6895491816657052879&amp;postID=8957753383342765762' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895491816657052879/posts/default/8957753383342765762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895491816657052879/posts/default/8957753383342765762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindyourteaching.blogspot.com/2008/04/to-teach-or-not-to-teach-grammar.html' title='To teach or not to teach grammar'/><author><name>soonchen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6895491816657052879.post-1339051316535136612</id><published>2008-04-14T01:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T01:48:05.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Opps, so so sorry for the late entry</title><content type='html'>Ooh la la... 14 weeks have just gone by... and so far I have only done 4 simulated teaching, albeit with me putting a one-woman-show in the last one. Sigh, how am I going to teach in my practicum if I had only taught individually once? I think my simulated teaching in my second method of literature was more organized, I don't know, maybe it' because I had only handle the set induction and the pre section (not entirely up to me coz my partner thought that I am a better story teller). I think my individual presentation was alright, but I committed a very grave mistake by forgetting to remove the F word from my text ( so much so for using authentic text). Thank God my lecturer was sports about it . Overall, I find that the more I practised before the teaching presentation, the more nervous I was during the real thing itself. I think what really matters is having planned out everything that we want to say and do in the lesson. Gosh, there's so much more to tell, gotta plan out what to say here next... ciao...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: never believed that I am the person who would set up a blog, me being a private person and all that, ahem (people, don't laugh, deep deep down inside, I am very shy you see...)  Pn Adelina, so so sorry for missing the deadline for setting up this blog...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6895491816657052879-1339051316535136612?l=mindyourteaching.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindyourteaching.blogspot.com/feeds/1339051316535136612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6895491816657052879&amp;postID=1339051316535136612' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895491816657052879/posts/default/1339051316535136612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895491816657052879/posts/default/1339051316535136612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindyourteaching.blogspot.com/2008/04/opps-so-so-sorry-for-late-entry.html' title='Opps, so so sorry for the late entry'/><author><name>soonchen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
