Day 119: 04.30.17

I’ve always been intrigued with introversion and extroversion (well, psychology in general), but somehow for many years I couldn’t really pin-point which one I was.

I like being alone with my thoughts, being productive with my personal, mini-projects, and I can be in a crowded place and still be comfortable being alone. My favorite place is my room, and I love listening more to people rather than sharing about myself (except for people I’m very comfortable with). On the other hand, I can be totally adventurous, trudging forward to try novel things, I can be very loud and crazy, and it’s fun to suddenly talk to strangers whom I know I won’t see again.

There’s no need to label of course, but I thought all along that people were just these polar opposites. But I guess in this age of deconstruction, new sides of the coin are springing up.

About four years ago, I encountered the term ambivert which is supposed to be the in-between of introverts and extroverts. I’ve read up on it, but I guess until this video, I’m officially labeling myself as one because with all the items given in this video, I give a big bold check to all of it.

Day 115: 04.26.17

 

 

Give us childhood by Remi Bandali

We’ve came to wish you happy holidays
Why is that we do not have any holidays or decorations
World…. My land is burned down
My land’s freedom is stolen
Our sky is dreaming, asking the days
Where is the beautiful sun?
And where is the fluttering doves?
World…. My land is burned down
My land’s freedom is stolen
My land is small … like me, it’s small
Give us peace… give us childhood
Give us childhood (x3)
Give us.. give us.. Give us peace
In my childhood, In my four years at innocence
The beautiful garden to world called for by the children
I ask you, would you please make all the innocence
My childhood… My childhood
Save the children (x3)
Save, Save, Save the children
I am a child
With something to say
Please listen to me
I am a child
Who wants to play
Why don’t you let me
My doors are waiting
My friends are praying
Small hearts are begging
Give us a chance
Give us a chance
Give us a chance (x3)
Please
Please
Give us a chance
Give us childhood (x3)
Give us.. Give us..Give us peace

Really. One doesn’t need to understand or get to root of why war is taking place because at any point it has to be prevented or STOPPED.

See these children cry as they feel each meaning of the lines they sing. The lyrics of the song is heart-breaking, and more so when children break down when singing it. They are the most that relates to it.

The innocent, the young, they are stolen of their right to enjoy their childhood, their freedom, and their homeland because of selfish fights.

I’m not sure how many times I’ve watched these clips, but every single time, I still cry. The tragedy of it.

Day 114: 04.25.17

I’m usually not excited with meeting parents for reports on progress with their children (because it’s always so tricky with them), but for this particular PTC, I was!

I guess it goes with the fact that I reported very positive progress with one of our children in class. Admittedly, this kid if my favorite despite him being one of the challenges during the beginning of school. He doesn’t have any diagnosis yet, but it’s apparent that he is somewhere in the autism spectrum due to delayed social and language development. He needs to have structure and repetition to absorb routines and follow rules.

I’m not a SPED teacher, but somehow, I had to be one for him. I was his main shadow teacher for summer class, and the main reason I was assigned in our FOURS class is because he needed to have a familiar person, a transition, for him to be well in the higher level.

Since he was still adjusting to the classroom, there were many challenging days. There’s his short attention span and control, his fixation on cars and colors, and tantrums. However, he was always adorable and we knew that he needed to be accommodated a lot differently than the others, and we’re just so ever thankful that his peers are nice enough to understand and sometimes even give way for him.

I remember in the first PTC we had, he had so many expected skills for his age not yet apparent in him. I had been very stressed for the past weeks before that PTC, so when we discussed his developments despite the indicators from the checklist, I couldn’t hold back the tears.

I mean, all along I thought that nothing was happening, that our efforts were just turning into thin air, but then the seeds are actually blooming, though slow, but there’s already a bud.

Fast forward to five months, and there’s the PTC full of developments. In a blink of an eye, our baby has progressed so much with his self-control (his regulation much longer), he’s more flexible with his plays, he’s socializing (though he remains awkward and we need to guide him with it), and the tantrums has definitely been less frequent. He doesn’t even need a shadow anymore!

It was the best gift we could have given such supportive parents and for having that child, our personal happy pill, in our classroom. There remains a lot of challenges in the classroom, but just being hugged and kissed by this boy makes me feel so much better.

I’m gonna miss him a lot, but I’m sure he would be able to make more people happy. I hope he becomes a little Mozart in the future too because he is a natural with music!

I love you, Jose. Always.

Day 112: 04.23.17

So…I’ve been writing. A lot!

That’s 28 stories published and 2 drafts composed of drabbles and one shots in less than two months. 

That’s heaps more than what I’ve produced in three years! 😭😭 Shit, I’m so happy! 

I don’t have much readers, but I really try not to get that to me. The mantra is: WRITE FOR YOURSELF  THEN THE REST WILL FOLLOW. Of course I get a message every now and then that I make them happy, but my happiness is top priority. LOL.