nothing but recuperation
Valentine’s day was spent with my Form 4 lovelies on choral speaking. I love being able to get up and stand on a chair to get their attention while conducting, and it is such such fun to see them get into it - it also helps that I get super shiok sendiri when I get them to practice.
Friday night was spent with Carmen, my Institute bestie and one-half of Institute’s cutest couple, and Dan, as part of my early birthday. She and the rest of the Betinas came up with a really wonderful surprise (on very short notice - circa noon on Friday was when the planning began). Carmen is all kinds of things and beautifully human, and never fails to inspire me and push myself to be better, and layans all the tough love I dish out. :) For her and the Betinas, I am so thankful.
Saturday was spent mostly sleeping (jeeez I didn’t think I was that tired!), sending messages to Adam while feeling unexplainably horny, doing no work whatsoever, and hanging out with some of my students at the local ABC place, where they surprised me with cake. They are all such sweethearts, and I’ve come to realize that I feel much happier teaching older students because I relate to them a lot better, even though I control babies easier. I am trying to find the fine divide in treating them like young adults but instilling in them the sense of responsibility of how one should carry themselves as a young adult.
I have had ample ample sleep to make up for the week, so now I need to get my act together and pull through.
inspiration in the strangest places
Yesterday, I chanced upon the students of my most challenging class in their major class, Perabot. I popped in out of curiosity, and to my pleasant surprise, I found a class full of boys who are boisterous and restless in my English class to be concentrated, totally on task, and having so much fun in their Perabot class.
For the past month, I have had far more failures than victories with this class. I walk in with a lesson plan only to not make it past Step 1, because they will be sleeping, trying to escape class, indulging in sembang-sembang kosong (most of the time!) or singing. Some are at a level so low that they struggle to answer comprehension questions along the lines of “What did the cat sit on?”, and some cannot give me a good reason as to why they should study English.
Yet, it is a completely different world during Perabot class.There is room for them to wander around and to pick up the tools they want and need as and when they need them - an excellent outlet for their energy and cathartic for them during the afternoon hours when they prefer to sleep if they are in other classes. There is a wonderfully skilled teacher who wrote the text book (!!!) on it and who has clearly set up a great system, in which students mostly work independently and are quietly supervised by their teacher. The boys love this class so much that they frequently turn up 5 minutes before class begins - the things I would do in order to have that degree of enthusiasm for my class. T_T
It is such a heartwarming scene, for me as a teacher who is still experimenting with figuring out what sort of teaching style will keep them captivated and give them something to take away, especially when so many teachers tell me that they too find this class challenging to teach, and frequently resort to showing them videos and Powerpoints (which are great, but difficult to organize when there are only a few communal projectors that are snapped up so quickly on a daily basis).
There is hope, there is always hope. :)