Delaqroux inc Updates!
Somehow, i'm finding the joy of uploading no-life posts on my blog once again. Ah, blogging. Thy charm stood the test of time valantly, still addictive thy are like... durians. Yeah, you dont eat durian after awhile and when you do, you crave for more. Speaking of which, durians was featured in Eat Pray Love. But the guy said it stinks like feet. Wanna know what else stinks like feet? Your mom... And also my life for the past few weeks.
Yeah, for some reason, my life's been a lil disappointing. Expected good things did not turn as well as promised and things just go downhill at the time when it's supposed to be your highpoint. There are a total of.... wait, i'm counting.... uh... about eight events that i was looking forward to the whole damn time. In the end, all eight of them turned out lil bummers. I wish i can share them with you guys but unfortunately, there's all those petty things about saving your face (i'm not sure if this is even a proper, linguistically accepted term), saving other people's face and avoiding major ass kicking that all those things must not be discussed about openly.
But, i can share one though. It's my micro-teaching presentation. The feedback wasnt too bad and the whole thing went on (almost) smoothly with some minor hiccups. But it could have been better. Side note; if there's anyone doing micro-teaching presentation in EDUC391 reading this; if you find one guy (or girl - avoiding biasness here) in the classroom who just bugs you like a shitbug, give him/her the time out. It's better to shove that fella into a corner and have the whole thing done smoothly rather than trying to keep everyone included in the classroom and having things all messed up because of one bug. I put this down in my self-reflection. Thought it's a good two cents for now and the future. Might land you some extra marks for your presentation too.
Nevertheless, i figured out two things (that arent really important but it's fun stuff so what the hell..) while planning and conducting my microteaching presentation. One, i am getting old. Yes, Benny, people grow old, grow all preachy and teachy, and then die. There i was a time ago being a totally rebellious kid who skipped classes he didnt like and here i am now, a pre-service teacher planning how to have a class students would like. Weird feeling. Oh, and two, this whole preparing something-in-hope-of-having-your-class-liking-you-and-your-lesson thing is pretty much a real high risk game. You get things done properly and you will have kids loving the lesson and learning stuffs. You mess things up and they'll yawn like hippos. The latter is obviously every teacher's worst nightmare (except for this one teacher i encountered before who pretty much did all the yawning by himself in class). So, yeah, being teacher is a risky job - but hey, that's exactly where the fun is at. (upon writing this, i took some time out to look around, find a perfect spot on the ground, dig myself a gravehole, and sits in it)
Anyways, in regard of all things stinking like feets, why bother posting this whole blogpost and whine when i cant share what i'm whining about? Coz this is my blog and you guys are my readers. Every now and then, guy has to whine.
Delaqroux Out.
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