My Beloved

By: Mr. H

(Geography, Humanities Teacher)

I start my journey in teaching

And plan for a fun learning

Geography should be enjoying

Not to think of it as boring

I teach them what I think is best

To prepare them for all test

“Down to the sea” they make some steps

And stick that notes don’t forget

This is the class I really like

Students that is really bright

Promise myself to mould them right

F, A, and R all alike

I know them well even they hide

Secrets they want to confide

Jokes, laugh and gossips I can ride

Sharing to me all their pride

Challenge in the following year

Division of class is near

That arise my heart into fear

It will lead to no more jeer

CIE wants competition

IB as opposition

Who is the best in my vision

To get me is their mission

I teach both and make me to try

Handle two schools in a time

Attitude problem who deny

IB students make me cry

With you all I never get tired

In learning change is required

My term of teaching goes expired

But I’m always in your side

Farewell my students I make pact

Make sure everything in tact

Don’t forget the lesson and facts

Don’t disappoint me I’ll be back

My naughty Class

By: Mr. Hernando (Mr.H)

(Geography, History, dance teacher)

I start to teach them dance and stuff

Make some movements for their class

Fun and music in my room

One look all behave in a zoom

Teaching them in their second year

Geography subject they all fear

And dance which they really cheer

Discipline among their peers

As I remember one will say

“Evil teacher in his way

All behave or you’ll be his prey

Be good so we all can play.”

I enter class and greet them Hi

How are you? They all reply

Dance they queue in straight one file

Geo they pass their work of pile

Lesson that they never forget

Never pass up homework late

Or for sure they will all regret

No dance/PE two weeks straight

One mistake and all are at stake

Detention they all awaits

Punishment they all really hate

Sentences they need to engrave

I moulded them the best I can

Polished their body and brain

Good values and discipline

For knowledge they are all keen

I miss them all my naughty class

And the dance room made of glass

I hope my scolding make a clash

In awakening their guts

The brats

There was a class with full of brats

Most of them are full or craps

Some of them I don’t really like

All the teachers hate their class

We had a past that break my heart

That makes me dislike the class

When IB starts to teach in class

Lucky I don’t teach that brats

The start of year I was so shocked

Bad news that ruined my life

To teach and educate them right

A challenge to straight them up

Humanities I make it tough

A lesson to learn so hard

To squeezed their brains with lots of facts

Locate countries in the map

Day by day that passes in class

They struggle that make me laugh

Give them projects and some more stuffs

Learning that is really rough

Teaching them the best that I can

Firm look that makes them listen

I start to enjoy teaching them

The brats I hope they have learned

Though I don’t like them in the start

In my teaching they are part

To my surprise I like the brats

Bad news I need to depart

I learned a lesson in my life

That my students are my pride

I will teach them to be upright

In end they are all so bright

lesson to be learned

A turtle family went on a picnic.. The turtles, being naturally slow about things, took seven years to prepare for their outings.Finally the turtle family left home looking for a suitable place. During the second year of their journey they found it. For about six months theycleaned up the area, unpacked the picnic basket, and completed the arrangements.

Then they discovered the had forgotten the salt. A picnic without salt would be a disaster, they all agreed. After a lengthy discussion, the youngest turtle was chosen to retrieve the salt from home.

Although he was the fastest of the slow moving turtles, the little turtle whined, cried, and wobbled in his shell. He agreed to go on one condition: that no one would eat until he returned. The family consented and the little turtle left.

Three years passed-- and the little turtle had not returned. Five years...six years.. Then in the seventh year of his absence, the oldest turtle could no longer contain his hunger. He announced that he was going to eat and began to unwrap a sandwich.

At that point the little turtle suddenly popped out from behind a tree shouting, "SEE I knew you wouldn't wait. Now I am not going to go get the salt."

The Moral Is...

Some of us waste our lives waiting for people to live up to our expectations of them. We are so concerned about what others are doing that we don't do anything ourselves.