Day 026 – 2018.26.18

Happy 100 days of school!

I’m not exactly sure how we’re able to pull everything through with my partner threading the chaos of independent teaching without me through the chaos of our class, me with family matters, and other stuff to consider, well, congratulations to us!

The pancake and egg were a sure hit, surely! And I’m so proud of my kids being so attentive of guest by offering them food, serving, and pretend playing like business owners!

So cute!


Day 020 – 2018.20.18

As I wanted to stay away from the heat of this day, I stored myself in a bookstore instead.

Since I was there for two hours and I basically finished reading a whole book, I opted to return the kindness and purchase a product. After all, I still had a gift card, so guilt free with the expenses!

I’m not into Science fiction, but I really found the creativity of Douglas Adams amazing and humorous. I liked the movie, but let’s see whether this book will be shelved and categorized as hoarded or as favorite.

Or, well, at least read.

Anyhow, the Family Day event at school was a success, so congratulations, work fam! ♥

Day 305: 11.01.2017

It’s really an insult to a holiday when you spend an entire afternoon working, but what is an insult to pressure if one does not accomplish said work for next week’s class?

Well, at least it was a productive afternoon, yes? All I need to do now is prepare some of the materials. I still need to work on the Newsletter draft, accomplish some things for the Christmas event, do some revisions and—oh, so am I really on a holiday? Damn it.

Day 303: 10.30.2017

Went back to school today to fix some things in the classroom and give a recommendation form to one of my parents. What a troublesome thing that was.

Anyhow, at least now, I don’t have to swing by the classroom on Friday or Saturday just to arrange the classroom. It’s more of less Term 3 ready. What we need now are the materials for next week! Grid, in process.

After that, I just relaxed at home. Caught up with Big Bang Theory episodes of Season 11.

It’s just so amusing that after 11 seasons, I still find this show really funny. I know a lot of viewers already dropped it because a lot has changed, specifically Sheldon and his relationship with Amy, but I think that’s inevitable, right? The story is fiction, but it is realistic, so it’s only right that there’s a shift in everyone’s lives. Yes, we laughed at their nerdiness and geekiness over comic books and science we probably don’t understand why they are so funny in first place, but they will get married, have babies, and change jobs, too.

Another thing I find amusing is how the show definitely kept the viewers on their feet, especially regarding the unravelling of Sheldon and Amy’s milestones as lovers. There were so many fanfics regarding how their first sexual encounter would be, how Sheldon would freak out because of the germs or the intimacy, but in the canon, he just went on with it and happily said he liked it. He doesn’t mid sharing germs with Amy and kisses her naturally like a normal boyfriend. He didn’t make a big hairy deal of change when he was basically thrown out of his apartment for Leonard and Penny to move in with Amy next door. Whenever Sheldon is showing affection to Amy, I can’t but “AWWWWWWWWWWWW” on my spot because fanfic Amy has a lot of angst regarding building intimacy with Sheldon which canon Amy cannot express as much. Haha!

Well, we’ll just be waiting for the wedding now and babies! WEEE~

Day 296: 10.23.2017

For the past days, we’ve been having visitors–parents–who were encouraged to join their children to show and tell of their culture. It’s the UN week, so we made it a point to highlight every nationality in our class, culminating to the UN event on Friday, October 27.

I’m very thankful for the parents who has been participating so far, and I really did not expect for almost all of them to come into the classroom and be patient enough with all 15 of our talkative kids. Well, it’s good for the kids, but it’s hard work for us teachers, especially managing the time to accommodate everyone’s schedules, especially the parent’s schedules since they are usually so busy.

Anyhow, it is a wonderful experience. So far, Iraq, Bangladesh, India, Japan, Korea, Philippines, and America are done, and in the following days, we’ll be exploring Germany, Denmark, China, and last Russia! Our classroom is definitely a melting pot of nationalities!


I always try to look for something to look forward to. Something to strive for to make my life richer. – Sam Berns, progeria advocate and inspiration to many

Yesterday, I emailed my bosses a formal letter of my intent to discontinue my work from April of this year onward. The one who pulls the strongest string in the game had acknowledged my decision and so it’s final. I would be out of that school in less than two months. The countdown begins.

The decision, believe it or not, had been an easy one as I know what I want and don’t want from a situation anymore. In particular, my working situation as of now. Don’t worry. I’m not gonna go into a long rant regarding my grievances at work because I think overall the good outweighs the bad. Yet, there is such thing as pride and the pursuit of better happiness elsewhere which cemented this choice to leave my home of almost two years (very soon!).

What I expected to be a thrill upon confirmation of my freedom was pretty bland. Of course, I’m happy that there wouldn’t be any problems towards my exit (it seems), but at the same time, I’m scared of what’s life after this phase.

It would be two years, two years, of the same routine and people, comfort and happiness. Believe me, I can dwell so much on that routine of warmth that I know it would be difficult on the following days of being away from it–permanently. Moreover, I visualize this exit as me stepping into a white plain and a blizzard my way. I’m supposed to look forward to this new end as a beginning, right? That’s how my optimistic mind naturally wires for me, but it’s really not taking effect. Not yet at least. Let’s hope it would soon.

Well, I guess I should just chill for now. It’s only the beginning of February and there’s still a lot to do and consider. I don’t have to rush going to abroad because that’s just impossible. No company would hire me that easily without it a bit shady. I have to be realistic about my situation now and just try to find a way around it. Perhaps I also deserve some time off just to think and reflect. I have to visit the temple soon. I also have to study more, fangirl less. Is that even possible? I have to make it possible! It’s so difficult but wjkAsjkBADnsbfkjdbfk;jdsbf LEZGO!

Teaching is Learning

Aside from those mentioned in the article, how else can education be improved?

This is one of the questions given to my student to answer after reading an article about education.

Education is a very broad topic, so an answer to such question sometimes depends on our social status and experiences.  I can give so many suggestions on this myself, but my student’s answer was something that has never once graced me, even though I have been experiencing it for so many years now.

“I think students should be given a chance to experience to teach what they learn.”

It makes a lot of sense, right? I mean, how can a person teach something they don’t understand?

As a student, I thought that my history and math classes were only useful for me to earn enough credits to graduate, but as I grew older, I understood that they were useful at different episodes of my life, and without those, I would’ve been in trouble. Language subjects were my favorite, and I think I’ve learned a lot from my classes; however, probably, if I paid more attention, I would be a better teacher, and my work easier. Nonetheless, teaching has given me different avenues to re-learn and gain more knowledge.

For example, I was teaching plot structure to my primary students last week:

plot structure

Though I’ve written several stories myself, my writing process is different because I was never schooled properly on how to write a story. I basically picked up a pen and started writing to serve myself. On the other hand, I had to learn the proper writing process to impart to my student. I was unaware of what story elements are and why it’s called such, and I was ignorant of plotting a story. Sure, I remember having a discussion in Lit class, but analyzing the plot of others’ story and making your own are quite different things. No wonder I got stuck in so many of my stories, I just dropped them altogether.

If I were not a teacher now, I don’t think I would have bothered to study these things again because I can be as lazy as I want for myself. If I didn’t have to teach English grammar to my Korean students, I probably would have understood less of why sentences are structured like this and that. Sure I have the core skills down (not perfected), but it’s just much better to understand rather than just knowing, right? If I had an early-teaching experience, I might’ve paid more attention to what I was studying.

These personal experiences made me agree that early-teaching experience can help students grow as responsible social beings. Students would have a deeper appreciation of what they are learning because they get to experience at an early age how knowledge works in the real world, and are not just mere theories forcing their way out of the pages of textbooks. Of course, students shouldn’t be obliged to be a teacher in the long run, but an immersion to the ways of teaching, I think, would plant a seed of consciousness to them about the importance of being educated and the ways it becomes advantageous in life, especially in helping, influencing, and even inspiring others.

In the years I’ve handled students, I wonder if I have ever really made an impact in their life? I’ve always been uncertain at my place in this field and I couldn’t imagine myself doing the same thing as a career, though recently, I think the fog is clearing. Most people would consider five years an achievement to be in a certain field of work, however, the learning is just never enough no matter the length one has dedicated to something. In those five years, despite my awe at the passing of time, I realized that I’ve just began this immeasurable journey. It’s only now that I have taken a serious look at my destination. The image of the destination is not clear yet, but it’s much better than just aimlessly dragging my foot on an unknown road.

I’m not even sure how I got myself on track, but I guess it’s the rewards of this job that has kept my preschool and primary teachers in their job, in the same schools for a long time. Would I be the same like them? Only time can tell. If you ask me, of course, I’d love to stay.

Simply, teaching others is teaching ourselves. The teaching process is a learning process, thus, a process of self-discovery.

Story relay

One sunny day, a scientist, a clown, and a witch got lost in a remote island, so the witch used her powers but it didn’t work.

Suddenly, the clown got lost, but he found a beach. When they got there, the scientist felt very hot, so he removed his coat and then jumped into the water! The witch shouted, No, you might get bitten by sharks!”. At the same time, the clown jumped in the water with his clothes. The clown and the scientist had fun swimming and splashing in the water when suddenly, they saw a shark going near them, so the clown and the scientist asked the witch to pull and pull as fast as she could. Fortunately, they got back in land in time.

After the scary incident with the hungry shark, the three decided to walk back to the forst where they saw an an old wooden rusty door. The clown felt very curious, so together with the others, they pushed really hard and saw a big carnival where everyone was dancing, eating, and riding happily. A person greeted them inside.

Later, the clown rode the rollercoaster, leaving the witch and scientist by themselves. They looked at the clown ride the rollercoaster. He had so much fun that he didn’t notice his nose and wig got blown away by the strong wind! The others yelled, “Your wig and nose are gone!”, but he didn’t hear them, so he carried on and on having fun and even waving his arms in the air because he just doesn’t care!

A man that looked like Captain Hook who sat beside the clown looked very grumpy even when he was riding the rollercoaster. Both the scientist and the witch asked the little girl that had a pet frog why the guy looked grumpy. She said, “Oh, that one? His parrot would not talk. It copies all the things he says.

“I see,” said both the scientist and witch in unison. When the ride was finished, the clown felt very light like a balloon. He touched his head and found out his wig was not in place anymore.

“Grr….” The clown heard a growl behind him. The pirate man had a bright red thing hanging on his hook, then his parrot spoke, “Haha! Funny! Funny! Funny!”


This is a free-writing activity I had with my creative writing students. There are days when they’re just not in the mood to have a proper class, so I give this activity instead. It’s a story relay, so we took turns in developing the story. It’s fun, but it can be quite difficult! My students, who are years older than I am, have fluctuating, crazy ideas for the flow of the story, including the characters assigned to them. Being the adult that I am with less grand imagination and restrictions in writing, I sometimes cannot follow their train of thoughts immediately. Anyway, I always enjoy this activity as I get to observe how imaginative my students are and what their strengths in writing are without guide. Moreover, as I struggle to have my writing spirit back, this activity forces my creativity back. 🙂


Michelle (27), Reese (7), Armand (6)