That Someone

There's always going to be that someone who would make a huge impact in your life.
Someone who would change you.
Someone who would make your world turn upside down and right-side up..
There will always be that person who will take charge at you and just .. suddenly ..
You feel like everything is going to be affected because of that person.

Some people

Some people are too hard to understand.
There are times, that I just want to say something but they would misunderstand it.

But there are also times, I guess, I am too sensitive that I would feel low,
when I'm not even supposed to.
Some words just hurt.
Some comments are just not be said.

Sometimes its best to keep quiet than explode.

God's Surprise

I was given a message yesterday!
I will going back to the University of Makati.

I will be a teacher there again, they wanted me back hahaha.
^^ God sure works in different ways.

Will blog more later.

I miss you~

I haven't blogged recently.
I miss you "the otaku teacher" blog!

I will be back here soon!
*runs to find motivation*

Me being meh.

I was planning to read Harry Potter. But instead I went to my parents bedroom and talked a bit with my mom about my abdomen cramps. The result? I got preached to about not getting angry. She said I should not be too expressive on my anger. -_- I tried. But I can't do it. I should've just read Harry Potter.

Seriously. I am a very expressive person. You can see all my emotions when I feel them, whether through my voice, my eyes, or my face. I can't hide what I feel. And in this house HIDING feelings is respect. WHAT?

> < It's too hard for me. When I am angry about a certain topic, when I explain it OF COURSE my emotions show. I can't help that. Then I will be said to disrespectful.

Can't adults understand that there are certain topics that are TOUCHY for their children?
...

Meh.

III-DMA PROJECT

III-DMA This is your project for next week.

Member and Topics:

Inquiry Letter
Mona Lisa
Lea Mae
Dyza
Marilou
Jessica
Manilyn
Sherilyn
Joannes

Request Letter
Charmaine
Dianne
Princess
Irien
Midori
Aiza
April
Krizanne

Business Research
Liezel
Apple
Remy
Charish
Janine
Michelle M.
Analiza
Odrie

Bibliography
JB
Erica
Joy
Bhel
Caren
Mary Jane
Rechele
Aljohn

Powerpoint as used for reportRegine
Bon Mark
Maickee
Haizel
Kyzel
AXL
Kem
Mary Grace

5 groups 8 members each

Requirements
All members’ effort
Written Output (w/ name of contributor)
Black Arial 10 Justified
Report 2-3 people
handouts optional
10 minutes report only

Contents:
Intro
Why make it
Qualities
Contents
Specific Format if any
Short intro instructions
Tips
Illustration

To be presented and submitted (written) Monday next week October 10, 2011

III-DTM HOMEWORK READING (for Sept 28, 2011)

Dream of Knives 
Alfred Yuson

Last night I dreamt of a knife
I had bought for my son. Of rare design,
it went cheaply of its worth – short dagger
with fancily rounded pommel, and a wooden sheath
which miraculously revealed other miniature blades.

Oh how pleased he would be upon my return
from this journey, I thought. What rapture
will surely adorn his ten-year princeling's face
when he draws the gift the first time. What quivering
pleasure will most certainly be unleashed.

When I woke up, there was no return, no journey,
no gift, and no son beside me. Where do I search
for this knife then, and when do I begin to draw
happiness from reality, and why do I bleed so
from such sharp points of dreams?

Task:
LOOK for the new words
SEARCH about the author
DON'T FORGET to bring your CRAYONS

III-DTM HOMEWORK READING (for Sept 26, 2011)

Order for Masks
by Virginia R. Moreno

To this harlequinade
I wear black tights
and fool’s cap
Billiken, make me
three bright masks

For the three tasks
in my life
Three faces to wear
One after the other
For the three men in
my life.

When my Brother comes
Make me one opposite
If he is devil, a
saint
With a staff to his
fork
And for his horns, a
crow.

I hope by contrast
To make nil
Our old resemblance
to each other
And my twin will walk
me out
Without a frown
Pretending I am
another.

When my Father comes
Make me one so like
His child once eating
his white bread in trance
Philomela before she
was raped.

I hope by likeness
To make him believe
this is the same kind
The chaste face he
made

And my blind Lear
will walk me out
Without a word
Fearing to peer
behind.

If my lover comes
Yes, when my Seducer
comes
Make for me the face
That will in colors race
The carnival stars
And change in shape
Under his grasping hands.


Make it bloody
When he needs it white
Make it wicked in the dark
Let him find no old mark
Make it stone to his suave touch.
This magician will walk me out,


Newly loved,
Not knowing why my tantalizing face
Is strangely like the mangled parts of a face
He once wiped out.
Make me three masks.

TASK:
Read about the author
Vocabulary words and meanings
Try to study the elements (figures of speech and sound devices)
No need to submit anything. This is only for your recitation on the discussion.

III-DTM HOMEWORK READING

Day on the Farm

by Luis G. Dato

I've found you fruits of sweetest taste and found you
Bunches of duhat growing by the hill,
I've bound your arms and hair with vine and bound you
With rare wildflowers but you are crying still.


I've brought you all the forest ferns and brought you
Wrapped in green leaves cicadas singing sweet,
I've caught you in my arms an hour and taught you
Love's secret where the mountain spirits meet.


Your smiles have died and there is no replying
To all endearment and my gifts are vain;
Come with me, love, you are too old for crying,
The church bells ring and I hear drops of rain.

Task:
Try to searchfor the vocabulary words and the about the author
Do not use internet analysis, I have ALREADY readm them.

Special Homework for III-DTM

SOLEDAD
by Angela Manalang Gloria

It was a sacrilege, the neighbors cried,
The way she shattered every mullioned pane
To let a firebrand in. They tried in vain
To understand how one so carved from pride
And glassed in dream could have so flung aside
Her graven days, or why she dared profane
The bread and wine of life for some insane
Moment with him. The scandal never died.

But no one guessed that loveliness would claim
Her soul's cathedral burned by his desires
Or that he left her aureoled in flame…
And seeing nothing but her blackened spires,
The town condemned this girl who loved too well
and found her heaven in the depths of hell.

      

This poem is from POEMS (1940).

In case you forgot, here's what to do:

1. List down the vocabulary words and their definition

2. Identify the elements of poetry

3. Identify the figures of speech and sound devices used

4. What is the theme of the poem?

REMINDER: Do not use internet ANALYSIS files. I have already read ALL of them.

Technical Writing Class

Last July 8, 2011 I was given my load at the University of Makati for the 1st Semester S.Y. 2011. I was very surprised that I was given an ENG 3: Technical Writing class. I stated there on my resume that I was a Literature major, and was clear on my intent of teaching Literature classes (only). I know I shouldn't be picky since it's my first real teaching job ever.

I knew nothing of this subject. I didn't like formal writing at all.

During the first meeting, I already told them that unfortunately this was a writing class, therefore writing is inevitable. At first we only discussed theories and eveything. That's what the preliminary exam was about as well. But now, we're already in the Finals, so they need to write.

Today they're writing their application letters.



They all look so serious right?

^-^
I'm a happy teacher.

To Teachers

Recently, having to teach grammar has not been so bad.
But you know, I didn't know that grading students is difficult.

This is my first "in-school" teaching job I have ever done.
I don't want to fail students.

But right now, out of my 45 students (grammar class) only 16 are sure to pass.
What will happen to the people who're left. T_T

Kudos to all the teachers who grade so fair.
You don't know how much encouragement you give to your students.

Somehow I need to pass these people.
I'll probably need to make special projects for them. > <
Oh life.

I didn't know what picture to put. > < Sorry.
Currently brain-dead thinking of how to pass the students.

OCD is raining terror on my blog.

When I made this blog, I promised myself that I would actually keep it.
I have many things I want to write about.
The problem is my half OCD and half ADHD.

What is OCD?

Obsessive–Compulsive Disorder is an anxiety disorder. Some signs and symbols of this are paranoia as well as compulsions. But the thing most common and dominant is the fixation to details. There is a want to organize things, to do things in a certain manner meticulously. Though being a perfectionist doesn't make you an OCD patient right away. This is already used a a lexicon meaning.

What is ADHD?

Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder is primarily characterized by the existence of both attention problems and hyperactivity. Here a person has a hard time keeping focus on only one thing because her mind wonders away to other things that she notices or that can occupy her. Therefore not being able to finish what she has started first.

As it is human nature to blame others... I blame those two disorders. > <
Why? It is because when i started this blog, I posted the first one at 12mn.
Therefore my OCD is pushing me to ONLY post during 12mn, and if it's before or past that I have no drive to do it at all. But my ADHD is making me do so many things at the same time that occupies my time, therefore I cannot watch the exact time I should be making my posts.

I need help. T^T
But anyway, now I will post whenever I want, when I feel like it.
Hopefully.

Now I make my own time.
I won't let it distort the reality that I want.

It won't wait for me, I know.

But I shall be a slave to time no more.

Friday

It was good. (for me)
No this is not a R.BLACK song.
I don't like her.

If you remember I posted about "Cramming" the last time, so Friday, I decided that I would take a day off, to finish papers and everything. (I finished making the exam Friday at 2AM or so, yay me~) Then, I planned to go out of the house at 3PM, but I forgot that I still need to print the test papers! *facepalm*

So I scurried to print them out.
It was definitely taking a lot of time. There were 4 pages for each of the 34 students, plus my copy, so 35 copies. There were a lot of waiting and staple wires.

Before I was able to get my blazer (too look professional; of sort), my sister arrived home.
SIS: Where are you going?! Classes are suspended. There's a fire, and there are a lot of fire trucks there.

I asked her the whole story. Turns our that it was just 'near' the University, sooooo i still went there. When I got there, there were so many fire trucks, the students are all outside the school buildings, and after 15 minutes of being there, the classes were announced to be suspended.

Tell me again,
"WHY DID I CRAM?"

JUST STOP PROCRASTINATING.

Oh. It was good because it was an unexpected whole day off.

And I ate KFC with my sister.
No one was hurt... (at school).
I hope there were not much casualties > < or it'll make me feel guilty for having fun. T^T

Cramming

Have you ever done this in your life?
Are you the time of person who would always plan ahead.
And actually do things ahead of time.
That you'd be able to relax afterwards?

I plan ahead.
I know what I should do.

Then I procrastinate.
What better way to explain this but by using an illustration.

In psychology, procrastination refers to the act of replacing high-priority actions with tasks of low-priority, and thus putting off important tasks to a later time.

Some psychologists cite such behavior as a mechanism for coping with the anxiety associated with starting or completing any task or decision.

Do you think that it would be just being lazy?
I would most probably guess so.

PROCRASTINATION MAY BE A SIGN OF ADHD.
I really do think I have it though. > <

Please be not like me.

I really have a huge tendency to procrastinate.

I need to go back to making an exam for my students now.

> <

The Birth of the New Otaku

I am happy as I am.

In this area of my life at least I am proud that I am me.

And I won't let anyone tell me otherwise.

Many people would see me as not normal. How I spend money on things that are related to anime, or manga, or jpop, or anything Japanese. They say I like it just because its from Japan. That is not true.

I love Japan's culture. I really do. But that doesn't mean that there aren't things that I dislike. The fact that I can never understand the so-called aesthetic beauty and romantic elements of yaoi or BL (boys love) is the number 1 no-no for me. I would get onto to this next time.

Now, this 'phase' as people want to call it, started when I was still so very young. I have always loved those TV programs I relentlessly watched. The shows like Sailormoon, Zenki, Akazukin Cha Cha, Dragon Ball, Lupin III, Fushigi Yuugi, Yu Yu Hakusho, Recca, Ranma 1/2, even Georgie were a big part of my elementary school years. They were my escape from school, from being scolded everyday, and from reality.

It was more than a past-time, I understood the things they were going through; sounds crazy but yeah. I would sing songs that I don't know the meaning of; I didn't even know that it was called anime until I was in 5th grade.

In High School I continued growing up with Inu Yasha and Kagome and searched the Shikon no Tama with them. I journeyed toward the West with Genjo Sanzo, Son Goku, Sha Gojyo, and Cho Hakkai and killed demons along the way. I was with Haru and Elli during their quest to become the RAVE Master. I learned the beginnings of humanoid Personal Computers with Chii and Hideki. I became a student of a radical Teacher Onizuka in his dream to be the greatest instructor ever.

I learn about life.

Who says that its all about fantasy?

No. It's about looking beyond what you see, and looking through all the puns and slapstick and finally being able to really understand the lesson that you get about how to live, how to make friends and keep them, how to be able to be more humane in our wild jungled life on Earth.

I am proud to be an Otaku. I am happy liking what I like. I get along with many by being me, more than by hiding myself in the shadows. I like anime, manga and jpop. And I cosplay too. Got a problem with that?

Being an Otaku ME won't affect the ME as a teacher.

This and that are separate things.

But you will never comprehend what I am saying,

unless you give it a try.

We're all entitled to our own beliefs and interests.

RESPECT that.

Don't judge.

What is an Otaku?

Otaku (お宅 / おたく) is a Japanese word that originally refers to another's "home" or family.

Animators like Haruhiko Mikimoto and Shōji Kawamori used the term among themselves as an honorific second-person pronoun since the late 1970s.

But later, it is used to people who has interests in things that are done at home.
Such as watching anime, reading manga, and playing video games.

Who would've known?

In modern times though, the word "otaku" has now been widely used as a Japanese slang which mean "geek". The connotation of it is that it's only for people who're addicted to anime, manga, cosplay and video games. But this word can also be used to people who is a "fan" of a certain hobby or past time, even for watching sports, cooking food, shopping, and even martial arts.

The former Prime Minister of Japan Taro Aso also claimed himself to be an otaku, using this subculture to promote Japan in foreign affairs.

Sadly the word has turned to be an offensive term used for people who're set apart from the world because of liking something that is not the 'reality'.

Stop the ignorant stereotyping.

The Death of the Childhood Dream

Teaching is fun when the students are having fun.

I teach ESL to Japanese MT and ThF.
I teach English 1 and 3 and Philippines Literature MWF at a state University.

Recently, we were made to write something at school.

I am a student every saturday.

We were told to write down our insights on what we've already learned as of now.

I ended up saying, that students are all gold, some may look as if coal, but we just have to look better at them, and polish them that they may see their own worth as well in that way they can shine brighter.

On my last post, I said that I lost my dream of becoming a teacher when I had to move to a different school because I felt so unimportant. The teachers in that school were there not to teach but to earn money. They sell stuff to the students like sweets and other things in exchange for additional grades, some of them are being given sacks of rice or groceries that those kids would have honors in class, and a lot of them don't really pay attention to the students, rather they just write on the board and finish the class.

That broke my heart.

I started noticing more the weaknesses they were trying to cover with strictness. I started wanting to make them see that I know better than they know. I challenged them with both academics and reasoning. There were times where I just want to trip one of them, or something ... else. I knew I was being mean. But I was getting good grades. I just didn't like them at all. Knowing that they're like that, made me hate to think that I would even thought of being a teacher before.

The child who dreamt that disappeared.

No more innocence.

No more love for it.

So why do I teach now?

How is it that I can say I love teaching?

Who Am I?

I teach because I want to share.

I teach because I want to inspire.

I teach because I want to make students smile.

I have always wanted to be a teacher when I was a little girl. I'm one of the children who goes home after school and still play "school" with cousins and friends. I have the small blackboard with ABCs and 123s on it, I have my own chalk, white and colored, and my little eraser.

The dream disappeared when I had to transfer schools when I was in 4th grade elementary school. It was because of moving to a new house. The new school was far apart from my old school, and I felt so unimportant. I hated the teachers; most of them anyways. I drifted away from the dream and concentrated on ME.

I watched more TV programs than studying, I memorize lines on anime more than lectures, I drowned in my new love which was anime. The more I got into it, the more I love the culture of Japan. I begin to be addicted to it, to spend on it, to have it as a habit, to have it engulf my life. I became an otaku. But I will talk on that later.

Who would've thought that I would still pursue the teaching career after so long?

But I'll stop at this for now.

This post officially opens my blog; my story.

My journey on the path of being a teacher, being an otaku, being me.

writing and blogging: different mediums;

same heart.