Be careful what you wish for.
I was careless, yet careful at the same time.
I ended my teaching career in a public school by moving on into an e-learning company.
Here, as time passed, I got to try out many different ways of teaching and got to see many other ways to teach.
There is one I would especially like to brag about.
Frog Connected Classrooms.
We used Google Hangout on Air to do this and this has rarely been done in Malaysia, or perhaps never.
For this third quarter of the year, we tried a discover career series by having working adults hanging out with schools through video-conferencing-like app, to talk about their careers.
Check us out here: #FrogCC
I would like to think of this as being inspired by TFM Week, when they have VIP guests co-teach in classes with TFM Fellows.
This is a new exciting way of approaching and interacting with people in the working world, for Malaysian school students.
It was thrilling and fun to watch the exciting faces of the kids when they are called upon to ask questions to our guests. Oh my, how cute were their squeals!
This would be something great to do between schools in Malaysia or even with schools overseas.
I eagerly await when education goes world wide like this, while sitting in the comfort of your very own classroom.
Perhaps it already has, elsewhere in the world, but here, it is the beginning~ and I love it already!
Showing posts with label TeachForMalaysia(TFM) 2012. Show all posts
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Monday, August 25, 2014
Wednesday, February 19, 2014
My final week in school.
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| Opening a world of opportunities for them... |
It was my final week in SMKJ. Countdown-ing to the last day of school... This was a small project done with my PMR kids who had nothing much to do but loiter around. Might as well contribute a little knowledge and beauty to the school compound!
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| The Glitter Jar |
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| A room of fun learning |
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| Goodbye! |
Thank you for the memories...
Monday, July 22, 2013
How much do you know about...
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| brainzzz... not only food for zombies, come find out more! |
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| Did-You-Know section in the room |
Share all you know about anything or everything!!!
This is the Room of Creativity project in the high school that I'm currently teaching.
Whatcha think?
Hopscotch in a classroom? Why not?!
Teng-teng, as we call it in Malaysia.
We have one in school! In class!!
A new way to explore the classroom floor, eh?
Graffiti in school? Permitted!
A public school where you can "vandalize" the wall with graffiti.
In Malaysia? Yup!
Friday, May 10, 2013
Just had to share this in all my social network.
So here’s a public confession: After 4 months into teaching, I came back from a class this morning, put my books on my desk, coolly walked to the ladies, and broke down; with tears, sobs, frantically fanned myself with my hands thinking that could help calm me down, the whole enchilada. Something I have not done for a very long time.
In the last four months, I could have cried when I had kids calling me a prostitute in mandarin, or that time when a kid told me I should not mess with him because his dad is part of the notorious along gangster crew (which I have never heard of and the phrase “ignorance is bliss” could not have rung truer), or that time when I was wolf whistled at for weeks wherever I went, or when a disruptive boy decided get up in the middle of my lesson, ran around the room and banged every table before he ran out of the class despite me calling after him and then having him come back and literally went on the floor, hugging my feet and begged for my forgiveness the same day, or when I was locked in the school building and then had to come out through the roof (long story) or when a big fat rat, literally, decided to chill right in front of my front door. Those were legit reasons to cry if I wanted to cry. But I didn’t. Not a single tear rolled down my cheeks. I stood up to my boys, I had sleepless nights thinking of strategies to get my kids to just sit down for a single lesson, told every kid who threatened me to bring it on, went to every boy who wolf whistled and threw inappropriate remarks at me, looked them straight in the eyes and said, “how dare you”. I have got nothing to lose and I am sure, as hell is not scared of anybody, no matter who your daddy is.
This morning however, was different. In fact, I wasn’t teaching at all this morning. I was in a form 4 class, of which I only teach PJK to the six of the girls every week. So what was I doing with the entire class? I was invigilating their mid year exam, Sejarah Kertas 3 to be exact; An open book test where students are required to write an essay on a topic given. Just as I finished handing out the exam papers to all 35 students, one boy put his hand up and asked, “ujian apa hari ni, cikgu?” and I went, “HOW CAN YOU NOT KNOW WHAT PAPER YOU ARE SITTING FOR ON THE DAY OF THE EXAM AND EVEN AFTER I HAVE HANDED OUT THE EXAM PAPER” silently in my head. Out loud, I said, “ujian Sejarah, kertas 3. Ujian ni boleh tengok buku, so keluarkan lah buku”. Half of the classroom started to rummage through their bags and looked under their tables for books while the other half put their heads down and went to sleep. Ten minutes into the exam, they were all just staring at their books, opened to the first page. I went to a boy and asked if he knew what he was supposed to do. He shook his head and continued staring at his book. Another boy looked at me pleadingly, and asked, “cikgu, macam mana nak buat ni?” No one was writing anything. No one.
I went to one of the girls and asked her to read the question and then looked for the answer in the book. The first question she asked after I told her that was, “bab berapa tu?” and I could sense the whole class was waiting for me to tell her which chapter to open to. I knew then, that they have never read a single thing from their textbook nor have they learned anything in the past four months of school. Heck, I wouldn’t be going too far if I said they barely learned anything in the last 10 years of school. At that moment, I saw their future flashed through my eyes and I wanted to cry.
I wanted to cry because it was unfair for them to be sitting for an exam that they are clearly not ready for. I wanted to cry because someone allowed this to happen. I wanted to cry because as I was explaining to some of the students on how to do the exam and they were eagerly listening, while I was quietly panicking because I am no way near being a Sejarah Form 4 teacher. I wanted to cry because I felt incompetent, wishing I remembered what I learned back in From 4 so that I can teach them something at that moment. I wanted to cry because it is not their fault. But most of all, I wanted to cry because I have 200 students and I have classes back to back from 7.30 AM up to 10.00PM every day that it would be completely impossible to take on new students. All I could think of was how if only all the educated people in the country would spend their time teaching these kids, then maybe, maybe I’d be writing a different story.
I have never actually done this before; asking people to consider teaching. I believe that entering into the profession should come out of your own will. I have never recommended Teach for Malaysia to anyone. In fact, I’d be all-skeptical to anyone who are actually considering to join TFM. What are you in for? To have connections with top corporate partners? To meet CEOs of this and that? To be featured in newspapers, radio, magazines, online blogs? What are you in for? Is it the tagline? Is it really for the kids? I’ve been asked these questions before and I personally used to think that it was a fair concern. It needs to be out there that being a teacher, through TFM or not, is not even a tad bit glamorous. You don’t get paid on time, you’d be missing best friends’ weddings, family gatherings, birthdays etc., you have crazy deadlines and you’ll feel like crap because you don’t know how you’re doing. Nobody sends you a “good job” email on that awesome class you just had, or though you had. Are you sure you want to be a teacher? If you think it is a walk in the park, be rest assured that it’ll be the ghettoest, most messed up park you have ever walked in. I used to think that only the strong should be a teacher. Only those who know that they won’t quit should be a teacher. Today, I don’t care anymore. Today, I realized how desperate the country is and beggars, can’t be choosers. If you have gone through the education system and came out alive, teach. If you have no idea what to teach, trust me you’ll learn. You’d be surprised to meet kids who have never been told that cleanliness is a virtue, that rempit is not a legit career path, that you don’t have to give up at 16.
Listen to me, drop everything you’re doing and come back to school. Teach them to be human beings because they need to know that screaming at a lady is not the way to speak, that not knowing how to read at 13 is not cool, that cursing at your teachers is rude and to talk back to your mother in front of everybody at school would get you to every hell of every single religion in the world. Teach. If you think it’s too hard and teaching isn’t your thing, then quit. But you can’t quit teaching if you have not actually tried teaching. My point is, every one should teach. Decide later if it is something you want to do in the long run. Just teach. Join TFM, do it the normal route, stop a kid in the middle of the road and ask him/her to tell you the multiplication table, tell him/her a random fact about Egypt or aeroplanes, teach them the right intonation after seeing a question mark, teach.
If you think, all this doesn’t make sense and it’s just some really long facebook status/note by a crazy lady who just cried in a high school toilet, then darling, my dear, you have not taught in a classroom where half of them can barely read and write and the other half is just lost by this immense language barrier that no logical inspiring words can get through them. So teach. I am on my facebook knees.
Credits to
Alina Amir
https://www.facebook.com/alina.amir/posts/10151877394723362
In the last four months, I could have cried when I had kids calling me a prostitute in mandarin, or that time when a kid told me I should not mess with him because his dad is part of the notorious along gangster crew (which I have never heard of and the phrase “ignorance is bliss” could not have rung truer), or that time when I was wolf whistled at for weeks wherever I went, or when a disruptive boy decided get up in the middle of my lesson, ran around the room and banged every table before he ran out of the class despite me calling after him and then having him come back and literally went on the floor, hugging my feet and begged for my forgiveness the same day, or when I was locked in the school building and then had to come out through the roof (long story) or when a big fat rat, literally, decided to chill right in front of my front door. Those were legit reasons to cry if I wanted to cry. But I didn’t. Not a single tear rolled down my cheeks. I stood up to my boys, I had sleepless nights thinking of strategies to get my kids to just sit down for a single lesson, told every kid who threatened me to bring it on, went to every boy who wolf whistled and threw inappropriate remarks at me, looked them straight in the eyes and said, “how dare you”. I have got nothing to lose and I am sure, as hell is not scared of anybody, no matter who your daddy is.
This morning however, was different. In fact, I wasn’t teaching at all this morning. I was in a form 4 class, of which I only teach PJK to the six of the girls every week. So what was I doing with the entire class? I was invigilating their mid year exam, Sejarah Kertas 3 to be exact; An open book test where students are required to write an essay on a topic given. Just as I finished handing out the exam papers to all 35 students, one boy put his hand up and asked, “ujian apa hari ni, cikgu?” and I went, “HOW CAN YOU NOT KNOW WHAT PAPER YOU ARE SITTING FOR ON THE DAY OF THE EXAM AND EVEN AFTER I HAVE HANDED OUT THE EXAM PAPER” silently in my head. Out loud, I said, “ujian Sejarah, kertas 3. Ujian ni boleh tengok buku, so keluarkan lah buku”. Half of the classroom started to rummage through their bags and looked under their tables for books while the other half put their heads down and went to sleep. Ten minutes into the exam, they were all just staring at their books, opened to the first page. I went to a boy and asked if he knew what he was supposed to do. He shook his head and continued staring at his book. Another boy looked at me pleadingly, and asked, “cikgu, macam mana nak buat ni?” No one was writing anything. No one.
I went to one of the girls and asked her to read the question and then looked for the answer in the book. The first question she asked after I told her that was, “bab berapa tu?” and I could sense the whole class was waiting for me to tell her which chapter to open to. I knew then, that they have never read a single thing from their textbook nor have they learned anything in the past four months of school. Heck, I wouldn’t be going too far if I said they barely learned anything in the last 10 years of school. At that moment, I saw their future flashed through my eyes and I wanted to cry.
I wanted to cry because it was unfair for them to be sitting for an exam that they are clearly not ready for. I wanted to cry because someone allowed this to happen. I wanted to cry because as I was explaining to some of the students on how to do the exam and they were eagerly listening, while I was quietly panicking because I am no way near being a Sejarah Form 4 teacher. I wanted to cry because I felt incompetent, wishing I remembered what I learned back in From 4 so that I can teach them something at that moment. I wanted to cry because it is not their fault. But most of all, I wanted to cry because I have 200 students and I have classes back to back from 7.30 AM up to 10.00PM every day that it would be completely impossible to take on new students. All I could think of was how if only all the educated people in the country would spend their time teaching these kids, then maybe, maybe I’d be writing a different story.
I have never actually done this before; asking people to consider teaching. I believe that entering into the profession should come out of your own will. I have never recommended Teach for Malaysia to anyone. In fact, I’d be all-skeptical to anyone who are actually considering to join TFM. What are you in for? To have connections with top corporate partners? To meet CEOs of this and that? To be featured in newspapers, radio, magazines, online blogs? What are you in for? Is it the tagline? Is it really for the kids? I’ve been asked these questions before and I personally used to think that it was a fair concern. It needs to be out there that being a teacher, through TFM or not, is not even a tad bit glamorous. You don’t get paid on time, you’d be missing best friends’ weddings, family gatherings, birthdays etc., you have crazy deadlines and you’ll feel like crap because you don’t know how you’re doing. Nobody sends you a “good job” email on that awesome class you just had, or though you had. Are you sure you want to be a teacher? If you think it is a walk in the park, be rest assured that it’ll be the ghettoest, most messed up park you have ever walked in. I used to think that only the strong should be a teacher. Only those who know that they won’t quit should be a teacher. Today, I don’t care anymore. Today, I realized how desperate the country is and beggars, can’t be choosers. If you have gone through the education system and came out alive, teach. If you have no idea what to teach, trust me you’ll learn. You’d be surprised to meet kids who have never been told that cleanliness is a virtue, that rempit is not a legit career path, that you don’t have to give up at 16.
Listen to me, drop everything you’re doing and come back to school. Teach them to be human beings because they need to know that screaming at a lady is not the way to speak, that not knowing how to read at 13 is not cool, that cursing at your teachers is rude and to talk back to your mother in front of everybody at school would get you to every hell of every single religion in the world. Teach. If you think it’s too hard and teaching isn’t your thing, then quit. But you can’t quit teaching if you have not actually tried teaching. My point is, every one should teach. Decide later if it is something you want to do in the long run. Just teach. Join TFM, do it the normal route, stop a kid in the middle of the road and ask him/her to tell you the multiplication table, tell him/her a random fact about Egypt or aeroplanes, teach them the right intonation after seeing a question mark, teach.
If you think, all this doesn’t make sense and it’s just some really long facebook status/note by a crazy lady who just cried in a high school toilet, then darling, my dear, you have not taught in a classroom where half of them can barely read and write and the other half is just lost by this immense language barrier that no logical inspiring words can get through them. So teach. I am on my facebook knees.
Credits to
Alina Amir
https://www.facebook.com/alina.amir/posts/10151877394723362
Monday, October 1, 2012
Contemplating...
Thinking if this is for me.
Can't remember if I ever did before this, but this morning I came to the brink of breaking down while talking to my mom on the phone, while dressing up to go to school.
Stressed. After 9 months being a teacher.
When things pile up and pressure builds, staying strong underneath all these is hard.
With finals coming up, I really have to drill the fact that my kids are not statistics.
Treat them like human.
I am not the only one they have learned from.
Whether I made an impact or not, I can only try my best.
Even if I have not, I can only try to do better next time.
Can't go around feeling guilty about the past.
I do want the best for my kids, but they have to want it too.
I'm grateful that I do see positive change in some kids I taught.
Rejoice for them, Juin dear. You have done something by just hanging on.
Can't remember if I ever did before this, but this morning I came to the brink of breaking down while talking to my mom on the phone, while dressing up to go to school.
Stressed. After 9 months being a teacher.
When things pile up and pressure builds, staying strong underneath all these is hard.
With finals coming up, I really have to drill the fact that my kids are not statistics.
Treat them like human.
I am not the only one they have learned from.
Whether I made an impact or not, I can only try my best.
Even if I have not, I can only try to do better next time.
Can't go around feeling guilty about the past.
I do want the best for my kids, but they have to want it too.
I'm grateful that I do see positive change in some kids I taught.
Rejoice for them, Juin dear. You have done something by just hanging on.
Sunday, September 9, 2012
Splendid ending to a long week
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| Parting picture with AiUEduTeam in front of Islamic Art Museum, KL |
TFM:Flipped for SMK Juasseh was on 6 September 2012 (Thursday)
Bringing along 34 kids to Islamic Art Museum, KL to meet up with the awesome AiUEduTeam.
(Learn more about AiU here)
Aiming to give exposure to the kids of the options they have after school and also widen their horizon on what school and life is about.
Whether or not all these got through to the kids, I can only imagine.
The week continued as usual, and having replacement school on Saturday made the week a lil longer.
However, having a shorter weekend doesn't mean it feels short.
Unlike most 2-days weekend, this 1-1/2 weekend actually felt longer.
Quality time spent does make time a subjective aspect of life.
Saturday started of with school, continued with a trip to Seremban 2 and ended with a nearly 3-hour badminton game with school teachers and students at the town hall nearby.
Sunday was filled with a 1-hour open house trip to my mentor's lovely home and now I'm here, blogging.
Time enjoy wasting is not time wasted! Indeed!
Thursday, August 2, 2012
It has been 8 months...
Of self-discovering journey, testing me beyond my sanity sometimes, but a wonderful journey nonetheless.
Yes, life brings you down, time and time again.
But I have learnt again and again, that the best thing to do is to keep myself happy first.
Never do anything that I'll regret in future.
I realized that I'm not as important as I think I am.
With or without me, life moves on.
Took a step back to breathe and observe.
Only then, will I really see where I can be and try my best at it.
Thursday, June 14, 2012
Change in the present
Affects the future, someway, somehow...
He used to be part of a trio. Being late is normal, no books to class, normal.
Playing paper football in class is normal too; to disregard the teacher teaching in front is okay.
Being loud
Now, he is on task. He asked to confirm if what he is doing is right.
He ignores his duo friends and focuses on given exercises.
He improved in his recent Math exam is now about 10 points away from passing.
He used to be 3 times further than that from the passing mark.
Now, hearing his improvement and how near he is to achieving something that seems possible now,
he actually had to double confirm with me: "How many marks more to pass, teacher?"
I hope he sees in him now what I saw and still see in him: POTENTIAL.
He used to be part of a trio. Being late is normal, no books to class, normal.
Playing paper football in class is normal too; to disregard the teacher teaching in front is okay.
Being loud
Now, he is on task. He asked to confirm if what he is doing is right.
He ignores his duo friends and focuses on given exercises.
He improved in his recent Math exam is now about 10 points away from passing.
He used to be 3 times further than that from the passing mark.
Now, hearing his improvement and how near he is to achieving something that seems possible now,
he actually had to double confirm with me: "How many marks more to pass, teacher?"
I hope he sees in him now what I saw and still see in him: POTENTIAL.
Monday, May 21, 2012
Of greens and a housemate
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| Sharon n I |
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| jumping shot (a must it seems) |
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| ~time of arrival~ |
Wednesday, May 16, 2012
Happy Teacher's Day 2012
You believed earth is round because of your teachers.
You know 1+1 is 2 because of your teachers.
You know the 2 facts above can be argued upon because you are educated by teachers.
Also, you can read this because of your teachers.
For every knowledge transferred, 2 characters are involved; one will be the teacher, sharing; and another a student, learning.
To all educators worldwide, for the fact that you are going to school every weekday to educate.
To all my teachers and mentors, for molding me into who I am now.
To all Teach For Malaysia fellows, for not taking education as a course to study but chose it as a career (for 2 years and perhaps more) and bracing through storms every single day.
To my educator cum parents, Pa and Mie, for nearly everything in my life.
"Thank you" is the only 2 words I can offer now.
You know 1+1 is 2 because of your teachers.
You know the 2 facts above can be argued upon because you are educated by teachers.
Also, you can read this because of your teachers.
For every knowledge transferred, 2 characters are involved; one will be the teacher, sharing; and another a student, learning.
To all educators worldwide, for the fact that you are going to school every weekday to educate.
To all my teachers and mentors, for molding me into who I am now.
To all Teach For Malaysia fellows, for not taking education as a course to study but chose it as a career (for 2 years and perhaps more) and bracing through storms every single day.
To my educator cum parents, Pa and Mie, for nearly everything in my life.
"Thank you" is the only 2 words I can offer now.
Monday, May 14, 2012
Crazaay Night
Had one on Saturday, 12th May, which is also the last day of semester 1 for my Post-Graduate Diploma in Education (PGDE).
Like any other undergrad, we celebrated the break.
A group of us went to RedBox at IOI Mall to sing our hearts (or throat) out.
Sang a good 5 hours, it was insane!
Had great fun but K.O. right the next day.
Worthied!
Like any other undergrad, we celebrated the break.
A group of us went to RedBox at IOI Mall to sing our hearts (or throat) out.
Sang a good 5 hours, it was insane!
Had great fun but K.O. right the next day.
Worthied!
Thursday, May 3, 2012
To the edge and back
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| sunrise on the way to school |
I jogged... a little... and panted a lot.
It feels great to sweat it out, just like my housemate, Sharon said.
This is week seems to be the awesomest out of all weeks here.
Monday blues was neutral-ed with Tuesday as a holiday (Labour's Day) ^^
Came Wednesday which was already half the week gone. (and I slept from Wed-5pm to Thu-5am >.<)
Thursday was a short-er day while Friday is the shortest!
The cherry on top: I have the weekend to myself!!
Felt so free I actually manage to get more things done.. Kinda...
Got books marked, not a lot but at least finally managed to get some marked.
Finally had a cool meter going for 1USM. Did it within 5min or so.
Gonna give away 2 Trg-Senyum Sokmo Tshirts.
Gotta pick 2 awesome kids for it!
Things seem to be going well. So I'm gonna enjoy my day tomorrow, TGIF!!
Not gonna let anyone ruin it! =D
Wednesday, April 4, 2012
Laws of attraction indeed!
Going to school feeling more positive.
Getting things done kinda according to plan, which, thank goodness, I have.
Aaaaand... A student messaged me and told me I'm in his top 5 list of favourite teachers!
Another teacher in school complimented me for my seem-to-be-adapting behaviour and attitude!
*basking in the proud moment*
**Power UP**
Getting things done kinda according to plan, which, thank goodness, I have.
Aaaaand... A student messaged me and told me I'm in his top 5 list of favourite teachers!
Another teacher in school complimented me for my seem-to-be-adapting behaviour and attitude!
*basking in the proud moment*
**Power UP**
Start anew
Things have been crazy negative these few weeks.
The overall atmosphere wasn't good.
I have not been able to make it to house visits to my students' homes, choosing nap over my kids.
Never have I thought I can call their homes and have a chat over the phone too!
Will start doing that starting today. Might be able to meet some on the way to school or back perhaps.
Charts and others will come later, for now.
Do what I can, and try to think out of the box.
Will start anew for my kids. ^^
The overall atmosphere wasn't good.
I have not been able to make it to house visits to my students' homes, choosing nap over my kids.
Never have I thought I can call their homes and have a chat over the phone too!
Will start doing that starting today. Might be able to meet some on the way to school or back perhaps.
Charts and others will come later, for now.
Do what I can, and try to think out of the box.
Will start anew for my kids. ^^
Sunday, April 1, 2012
Message from an experienced teacher
Well girl, I love my job. Believe in my ability. Received many awards throughout my teaching life.
Don't have too high expectations of my students.
I don't believe passing exams and strings of A's as ultimate aim.
They are not statistics but human.
If they still fail, I say to myself I've done my best, the rest is their effort.
Some never learn anything so can't push.
Am not super teacher.
Just do my utmost best but if that is not enough, I can do no more.
P/S: I love you, mom! <3
Don't have too high expectations of my students.
I don't believe passing exams and strings of A's as ultimate aim.
They are not statistics but human.
If they still fail, I say to myself I've done my best, the rest is their effort.
Some never learn anything so can't push.
Am not super teacher.
Just do my utmost best but if that is not enough, I can do no more.
P/S: I love you, mom! <3
Saturday, March 3, 2012
I sel~fish in class
I am selfish and evil and disguised as a teacher.
Muahahahaha~
I taught fractions and did a little survey in class, which indirectly is an ego-booster for myself.
I did a data collection of their favourite subject in school which will lead to writing of fractions and drawing diagrams of the fractions.
Number of students: 20.
Number of students that wrote Maths and ICTL as their favourite subject: 8 and 6, which equals to 14.
I teach them both Maths and ICTL. XP
EGO BOOSTED! FTW!!
Friday, February 17, 2012
My kids fuel me!!!
I am starting this "on-book" conversations with my kids now. It is also a nice way to help me keep my kids occupied when they finish their practices quick. They write how they feel about getting their answers correct during guided practice. These are some of those who wrote to me. I shall reply them as I mark their assessments in their books. How cool is that?! A conversation with the teacher, in their books! And the teacher replies!
It's like Tom-Riddle's diary in Harry Potter!! In a good way of course...
They got it now, hopefully they really show mastery in their assessment too!
This is what drives me! Knowing they actually understood what I taught and like Maths because they now know that they can master it. Because of them, I shall strive more. For they will be the one running the world soon and the world should be a better place, for you and for me...
Monday, January 30, 2012
I love station games!!!
Objective: Adding and subtracting whole numbers.
Activity: Station games.
Stations depicting real life choices one has to make in future.
Kids start off with a RM 10,000 loan needed to be signed by the teacher aka me. ^^
I did it under a very controlled environment, by not giving them a choice to choose which lifestyle.
We started with the cheapest lifestyle then the fanciest.
Then 2 and 3.
Worked well, especially for students who can subtract quickly. There was music while they did their calculations as well!!
Hmmm... If I prepared more, they could have chosen their own "life expenditures" too.
However, as in reality for now, I will have to choose for them.
No worries, I'll build them up well to be able to make their own choices soon. ^^
p/s: Music in class is just so must-have that this used-to-be-really-rowdy class can actually stay silent for 10 minutes straight!
I also did a "show me your answers by just a show of fingers to indicate the number you got from your calc"(so they don't have to speak and I can continuously countdown the time to the arrival of Music)
Activity: Station games.
Stations depicting real life choices one has to make in future.
Kids start off with a RM 10,000 loan needed to be signed by the teacher aka me. ^^
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| Station 1: Pick what kind of room you want to rent |
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| the fanciest one I can think of and draw |
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| Station 2: What kind of course in uni do you want to enroll in? |
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| fanciest course offered. |
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| Station 3: CAR SALE |
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| Station 4: Personal expenditure, you want an "ATAS" lifestyle |
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| Last station: Show me how much you used and saved up |
We started with the cheapest lifestyle then the fanciest.
Then 2 and 3.
Worked well, especially for students who can subtract quickly. There was music while they did their calculations as well!!
Hmmm... If I prepared more, they could have chosen their own "life expenditures" too.
However, as in reality for now, I will have to choose for them.
No worries, I'll build them up well to be able to make their own choices soon. ^^
p/s: Music in class is just so must-have that this used-to-be-really-rowdy class can actually stay silent for 10 minutes straight!
I also did a "show me your answers by just a show of fingers to indicate the number you got from your calc"(so they don't have to speak and I can continuously countdown the time to the arrival of Music)
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