Tuesday, December 8, 2009

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

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

I hope I can this be

TOO Busy for a Friend?


One day a teacher asked her students to list the names of the other students

in the room on two sheets of paper, leaving a space between each name.

Then she told them to think of the nicest thing they could say about

each of their classmates and write it down.


It took the remainder of the class period to finish their assignment,

and as the students left the room, each one handed in the papers.


That Saturday, the teacher wrote down the name of each student

on a separate sheet of paper, and listed what everyone else had said

about that individual..


On
Monday she gave each student his or her list.. Before long,

the entire class was smiling. 'Really?' she heard whispered.

'I never knew that I meant anything to anyone!' and, 'I didn't know

others liked me so much,' were most of the comments.


No one ever mentioned those papers in class again. She never knew
if

they discussed them after class or with their parents, but it didn't matter. The exercise had accomplished its purpose. The students were happy

with themselves and one another. That group of students moved on.


Several years later, one of the students was killed in Viet Nam and his teacher attended the funeral of that special student. She had never seen a serviceman in a military coffin before.. He looked so handsome, so mature.


The church was packed with his friends. One by one those who

loved him took a last walk by the coffin. The teacher was the last

one to bless the coffin..


As she stood there, one of the soldiers who acted as pallbearer came

up to her.  'Were you Mark's math teacher?' he asked. She nodded:

'yes.' Then he said: 'Mark talked about you a lot.'


After the funeral, most of Mark's former classmates went together

to a luncheon. Mark's mother and father were there, obviously

waiting to speak with his teacher.


'We want to show you something,' his father said, taking a wallet out

of his pocket 'They found this on Mark when he was killed.

We thought you might recognize it.'


Opening the billfold, he carefully removed two worn pieces of

notebook paper that had obviously been taped, folded and refolded

many times. The teacher knew without looking that the papers were

the ones on which she had listed all the good things each of

Mark's classmates had said about him.


'Thank you so much for doing that,' Mark's mother said.

'As you can see, Mark treasured it.'


All of Mark's former classmates started to gather around.

Charlie smiled rather sheepishly and said, 'I still have my list.

It's in the top drawer of my desk at home.'


Chuck's wife said, 'Chuck asked me to put his in our wedding album.'


'I have mine too,' Marilyn said. 'It's in my diary'


Then Vicki, another classmate, reached into her pocketbook, took out

her wallet and showed her worn and frazzled list to the group.

'I carry this with me at all times,' Vicki said and without batting

an eyelash, she continued: 'I think we all saved our lists'


That's when the teacher finally sat down and cried. She cried for Mark

and for all his friends who would never see him again.


The density of people in society is so thick that we forget that life

will end one day. And we don't know when that one day will be.


So please, tell the people you love and care for, that they are

special and important. Tell them, before it is too late.


And One Way To Accomplish This Is: Forward this message on.

If you do not send it, you will have, once again passed up the wonderful opportunity to do something nice and beautiful.


If you've received this, it is because someone cares for you and it

means there is probably at least someone for whom you care.


If you're 'too busy' to take those few minutes right now to forward this message on, would this be the VERY first time you didn't do that little

thing that would make a difference in your relationships?


The more people that you send this to, the better you'll be at reaching

out to those you care about.


Remember, you reap what you sow... What you put into the lives

of others comes back into your own.


May Your Day Be Blessed As Special As You Are

Sunday, November 15, 2009

Decisions

In life we always search for an answer because we want to prove ourselves that we had the right decisions, but the truth is we can’t search for what’s not there things happen because it’s meant to happen that why we forgive people even they hurt us we love people who don’t love us and we smile despite every painful crash in our hearts at the end of the day the lesson you get are the answer to your decisions