Sample Essay Format
Follow the format. For the additional guidelines, the Project Plan is posted on the wall of your classroom.
Deadline of the final copy of the essay will be on February 21, 2012.
Sunday, February 12, 2012
Tuesday, February 7, 2012
Musings while I'm on my way to the comfort room
I have known Stella Maris as a rich school where the rich students study; where most of the students have never taken a PUJ; where students seldom eat kwek-kwek; where most of the students' shoes have never stepped on muddy and rocky road; where students speak the language of iPhone, iPod, iPad, Twitter, etc.; where students most of the time do things their way; and where the sons and daughters of business tycoons, top government officials, and the elite study.
Now I'm one of the teachers of Stella Maris, handling Araling Panlipunan. Never have I thought that I will, one day, be teaching there. Not even in my dreams, nor in my beautiful nightmare, as Beyonce puts it.
So far, my teaching experience in Stella Maris does nothing to change my view of the school. Stella Maris, as I've known it before, is still a rich school where rich students study.
At times, I feel that I am betraying myself. As a student, I was an idealist. I used to style myself as a conscientious individual, one who is aware of the plight of his countrymen and one who will one day roll his sleeves up and help those who are in need the most; one who is, in short, going to teach in the public school.
Yet I am here now, enlisted to serve as a teacher of students whose families are a million times richer than the ones found in public schools. This is, frankly speaking, not the life that I want to have.
But I realized that this is, in fact, a great opportunity for me to let my dreams and aspirations come to pass. As Kipling says in his poem If, "meet with triumph and disaster and treat those two impostors just the same." And treat triumph and disaster just the same I did.
My students now will soon become owners of business establishments, entrepreneurs, public officials and bureaucrats, and even some of them will become politicians. If I can make them acutely aware of the problems of the society and teach them that to whom much is given much is expected, then I have already triumphed in my own little way.
Barely a month from now, my fourth year students will be graduating from high school. Did I succeed in making them students who are conscientious ? Did I and the rest of the teachers succeed in making them aware of their crucial role in the society?
Only time can tell.
Now I'm one of the teachers of Stella Maris, handling Araling Panlipunan. Never have I thought that I will, one day, be teaching there. Not even in my dreams, nor in my beautiful nightmare, as Beyonce puts it.
So far, my teaching experience in Stella Maris does nothing to change my view of the school. Stella Maris, as I've known it before, is still a rich school where rich students study.
At times, I feel that I am betraying myself. As a student, I was an idealist. I used to style myself as a conscientious individual, one who is aware of the plight of his countrymen and one who will one day roll his sleeves up and help those who are in need the most; one who is, in short, going to teach in the public school.
Yet I am here now, enlisted to serve as a teacher of students whose families are a million times richer than the ones found in public schools. This is, frankly speaking, not the life that I want to have.
But I realized that this is, in fact, a great opportunity for me to let my dreams and aspirations come to pass. As Kipling says in his poem If, "meet with triumph and disaster and treat those two impostors just the same." And treat triumph and disaster just the same I did.
My students now will soon become owners of business establishments, entrepreneurs, public officials and bureaucrats, and even some of them will become politicians. If I can make them acutely aware of the problems of the society and teach them that to whom much is given much is expected, then I have already triumphed in my own little way.
Barely a month from now, my fourth year students will be graduating from high school. Did I succeed in making them students who are conscientious ? Did I and the rest of the teachers succeed in making them aware of their crucial role in the society?
Only time can tell.
Wednesday, November 16, 2011
Aralin 8 & Aralin 12
Ask, and you shall receive.
Aralin 8: Ang pagkonsumo at ang mamimili
Aralin 12: Ang Mamimili at ang Demand
Aralin 8: Ang pagkonsumo at ang mamimili
Aralin 12: Ang Mamimili at ang Demand
Friday, November 11, 2011
Boys don't just talk about sex
When boys gather and talk, what do they talk about?
They can talk about many things...
Girls.
Toys.
Sports.
Vices.
Sex.
Can they talk and share about God's love?
Recently, I joined the Christian Life Program (CLP) for Singles for Christ (SFC). It is a program by the Couples for Christ community to bring single men and women closer to God.
"SFC is a generation of single men and women experiencing the fullness of life and restoring the world for Christ."
It is not just an overnight encounter. There are 12 talks, each talk is held every Saturday night. For every session, there will be a speaker who will talk about the session's theme; then there's a sharer who will talk about his/ her personal experience and relate that experience to the theme.
After, there will be a small group discussion. Boys and girls are separated. I don't know why. Each group is headed by a DGL (Discussion Group Leader).
If there is one thing I proved when I joined the CLP, it is that aside from sex and other braggadocio, men are also capable of talking and sharing about how they experienced God's love in their lives.
It's, of course, awkward at first to open up and share the things you'd only share to people you know very well. But in time you'd realize that the more you become open the more you understand yourself.
I've so far attended two talks. Ten more talks to go. But I believe I'll be able to finish the program: There is just a lot of inspiration for me to continue. My friends are there. My mother is so supportive. My dream girl is so happy when she knew that I'd be joining.
And there is God. He needs no adjective.
They can talk about many things...
Girls.
Toys.
Sports.
Vices.
Sex.
Can they talk and share about God's love?
Recently, I joined the Christian Life Program (CLP) for Singles for Christ (SFC). It is a program by the Couples for Christ community to bring single men and women closer to God.
"SFC is a generation of single men and women experiencing the fullness of life and restoring the world for Christ."
It is not just an overnight encounter. There are 12 talks, each talk is held every Saturday night. For every session, there will be a speaker who will talk about the session's theme; then there's a sharer who will talk about his/ her personal experience and relate that experience to the theme.
After, there will be a small group discussion. Boys and girls are separated. I don't know why. Each group is headed by a DGL (Discussion Group Leader).
If there is one thing I proved when I joined the CLP, it is that aside from sex and other braggadocio, men are also capable of talking and sharing about how they experienced God's love in their lives.
It's, of course, awkward at first to open up and share the things you'd only share to people you know very well. But in time you'd realize that the more you become open the more you understand yourself.
I've so far attended two talks. Ten more talks to go. But I believe I'll be able to finish the program: There is just a lot of inspiration for me to continue. My friends are there. My mother is so supportive. My dream girl is so happy when she knew that I'd be joining.
And there is God. He needs no adjective.
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
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