since the return of the blog, there had been a flood of reactions,
some of which made me think alot. Putting aside the school work I had to
clear, I wish for this entry as a reflection piece to mull over.
I
think my students from another time will concur that I can be very
serious and I am serious about the work I do, in and out of classes. It
is not all about smiles and laughs with me.
I used to mentor and
had worked closely with student leaders, the community and was heavily
involved in service-learning. My expectations of my students are high
although I had tamed them recently as I tried to figure out what I can
expect from the youth I handled these days. As I touchbased with myself
these few days, I queried if the youths I see these days are mature
enough to step it up. A few hold promise and potential but are caught up
in the immediate trivial fun to stop and consider the big picture and
do what is right and not what is fun. This is where the line is cut.
Even
with this blog, as I recollect the purpose of setting this up, those
moments of thoughts that were penned down in here were not trivialities.
Those are something I had chosen to share so that we will begin to look
beyond ourselves and become more aware of people and situations around
us. There were also more poignant moments I shared with my ex-students
esp towards the end of my teaching journey in the last cycle.
I
would hardly think that they are some exciting discoveries for whatever
is here is meant to be here. But to trivialise them into some kind of
'jokes'.....I am not sure. what does it say about the people who do so?
As
I slowly understand the entry level, I am stepping up my game. Yes, to
me, school is not all about grades, there are many aspects of it. One
of it, at this stage, is the development of a mature young adult who can
take on responsbilities, be a leader and to care for those around them.
Fun and responsibilites, they are not mutual exclusive. It takes a fine
mind, some experiences and even hard knocks to realise it.
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