The beauty of it all...
Finally the work week had passed.
All the sheer bad luck and plain rubbish had more or less stopped, be it permanently or just temporarily, as the big release was here.
Hustle and bustle started in the morning and serene came in the evening, just before cca starts. Mind was pretty blank by then already.
Physically was tired after meeting some of the graduated students. Apparently it was a bad tormenting wait for everyone, and some of them actually feared going into the hall as it meant the verdict will be out soon. Mentally was tired as there were quite a number with results that fall short from their expectations. It was only till the late evening when it's time to wrap things up and call it a day.
I sat down and thought about all the faces.
Not only my 115 kids and the mixture class.
Also my CLB kids and 2005 118 kids.
So many of them and i will see so many of them each year.
Each and everyone of their faces today, made me reflect each and every moment i had with them.
I saw them through the 2 years.
I saw them through the papers.
Time flies and i know, the result slip is just a slip of paper.
No doubt that it does play an important role as a national exam in terms of understanding the subject and content. No doubt some will value the end result much more than anybody else. But after it all, i truly value something else higher, which i had forgotten much about it over the last few weeks, or months or years.
We had drowned ourselves too much in the pedagogies, the flowery imaginary process and the seemingly-attainable end result. We had neglected to look at each and every unique little minds that had grown over the 2 years. No matter how little or great the improvement is. Not only academic improvements but the person as a whole. To emerge stronger, to dare show their talents, or simply just a happier person.
For many years, i felt the most difficult essay to write is why i teach.
It still is but i'll probably add a few more positive notes now.
We learn pedagogies but pedagogies are just basic tools to equip us.
I realised, i had to use my heart and soul to know what it all means.
I need to feel.
Today, I saw them grow.
and more, i feel myself grow.
The beauty of it all ... FEEL it.
All the sheer bad luck and plain rubbish had more or less stopped, be it permanently or just temporarily, as the big release was here.
Hustle and bustle started in the morning and serene came in the evening, just before cca starts. Mind was pretty blank by then already.
Physically was tired after meeting some of the graduated students. Apparently it was a bad tormenting wait for everyone, and some of them actually feared going into the hall as it meant the verdict will be out soon. Mentally was tired as there were quite a number with results that fall short from their expectations. It was only till the late evening when it's time to wrap things up and call it a day.
I sat down and thought about all the faces.
Not only my 115 kids and the mixture class.
Also my CLB kids and 2005 118 kids.
So many of them and i will see so many of them each year.
Each and everyone of their faces today, made me reflect each and every moment i had with them.
I saw them through the 2 years.
I saw them through the papers.
Time flies and i know, the result slip is just a slip of paper.
No doubt that it does play an important role as a national exam in terms of understanding the subject and content. No doubt some will value the end result much more than anybody else. But after it all, i truly value something else higher, which i had forgotten much about it over the last few weeks, or months or years.
We had drowned ourselves too much in the pedagogies, the flowery imaginary process and the seemingly-attainable end result. We had neglected to look at each and every unique little minds that had grown over the 2 years. No matter how little or great the improvement is. Not only academic improvements but the person as a whole. To emerge stronger, to dare show their talents, or simply just a happier person.
For many years, i felt the most difficult essay to write is why i teach.
It still is but i'll probably add a few more positive notes now.
We learn pedagogies but pedagogies are just basic tools to equip us.
I realised, i had to use my heart and soul to know what it all means.
I need to feel.
Today, I saw them grow.
and more, i feel myself grow.
The beauty of it all ... FEEL it.
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