Showing posts with label Teachers tell. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Teachers tell. Show all posts

Sunday, December 29, 2013

All I have left is Hope

I knew the time would come that I have to be far from the people I care most in my life. It was very painful. I struggled to keep myself strong while I put some of my clothes in the luggage. I tried to assure everyone that I will be okay. And I made a promise that I will come back. At first, I thought I could keep what I said, that no matter what I will stay. It didn't happen.

I am now one of the fathers who sacrifice their time of being with their children to make a living thousands of miles away. It hasn't to be this way. I tried so hard to be with them as they grow up. I wanted to see them grow in my eyes, so I could guide them to the way I want them to be. But the world is not favoring my  plan. It took me awhile to see that the world somehow is against me. I fought, we fought but it didn't happen.

As I moved from airport to airport to get to my destination, tears were falling from my eyes. I didn't realize that I confided to this woman who sat beside me. She assured me that things will be alright. This is the moment again that I began asking why some things that happened are just too hard to understand. I wanted to scream to let go of my frustration, and all I have was a heavy heart.


I made a promise.
Things will be alright.
Despite the sadness and longing, I always tell myself that things will be okay.







Friday, October 4, 2013

What if the world didn't have teachers?

What if the world didn't have teachers?
There'll be no doctors and nurses,
no Lawyers and Engineers.
No accountants and clerks,
to do paychecks or bills.

What if the world didn't have teachers?
There'll be no ABC's and numbers,
no grammar rules and punctuations.
No fractions and square roots,
Neither decimals or exponents.

But God made the teachers,
To help us learn every life's skills.
From knowing values and sentences,
Or to following rules and consequences.

I thank my teachers for all their teachings.
I thank them all for their legacies.
I thank them all for their sacrifices,
I thank them all, I thank them all.


A Teacher affects eternity; he can never tell where his influence stops. - Henry Brooks Adams

Wednesday, October 2, 2013

Metamorphosis

My daughter in her experiment.
This is my daughter doing her observation of the stages of insect metamorphosis. Though, this wasn't a new thing for me but all of us were excited when we saw the butterfly came out from its shell in the final stage. Both girls were very happy as we let go of the butterfly on the very next day.

Metamorphosis is a biological process by which an animal physically develops after birth or hatching, involving a conspicuous and relatively abrupt change in the animal's body structure through cell growth and differentiation. This is what Wikipedia shows when I looked for the more comprehensive definition of the word.

I call it transformation. I find this process to be all-inclusive. It speaks of all experiences that brought people to change. Experiences that cause people to doubt, and surmise the way the universe spin. The way it creates a person is imperceptible. I can't recall how many times I had a transformation myself, in a way that I did not recognized. But I was told and I thought that this probably is how everyone's life is drafted. 


Change, transform. Metamorphosis.

Wednesday, July 31, 2013

Choices

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When we were little, we often got punished and reprimanded of breaking the rules or not following the things that we are told to do. And as a young child, we used to feel being rejected, or unimportant after getting the punishments. And some people are so eager to get over this stage of having a parent who’s going to watch every single mishap they've made.
I think I had the best childhood because of the presence of my siblings and parents, yet those moments that I was being punished for things that I've done wrong weren't worth telling. Like for instance, being paddled by a broom because of acting so badly when I was not permitted to go watch movies on a weekend. Yeah, it is not worth telling. But here I am, as a parent and as an adult missing those moments where someone I looked up would tell me how awesome or how awful the choices I made.
Living life is always about making choices. Nobody can figure out whether the choices we’re making are the right one’s for us except us. And it is very difficult to tell especially if you’re a person who wanted to make sure that the way ahead is laid right for you. These are uncertainties, a force that holds you away to where you believe you’re heading.

It is very hard to make the right choices. I made lots of wrong ones in my life, but here is
what I learned over the course of time – have faith.



Saturday, July 27, 2013

The Bus Trip

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In one of our PDs, our principal asked us to read a book which was about a bus, whose driver has already know the passengers he has everyday. He hasn't only know them by name but by their everyday experiences and struggles. I just can't recall the author and the title of the book, but I know I have it in my shelf. I was just reminded by the story because of the very long trip that I did recently from the south all the way to the east coast by bus. That was the first long trip by bus that I ever had. Inside the bus, I saw people coming up and down in every stop. One guy who happened to sit beside me was not a native of this place, just like me. And so we share the same story and the same sentiments. It was a long conversation about how to live life and successes and struggles plus adversities. And then, he realized it was his time to get down from the bus. We said each other goodbye and he tapped my shoulder to say good luck to my future plans. People get on the bus and come down as they get to the destination.

And so I looked at this whole thing being similar to opportunities that come and go. Most of the time we have it, we loved and enjoyed it and we thought it won't slip away from our hands. I admired the people I know who were able to keep the opportunities they long all there life making it a long trip. As I told the man who was seated beside me in the bus, if we missed one opportunity, surely we're not going to miss the next one that come next. Opportunities are like bus passengers. They come up and down the bus, and so while they're up, enjoy they're presence in your travel.

So that we'll all get to our destination fulfilled and not with regrets.



Tuesday, May 7, 2013

Light and Shadows

I think this one is a language of an artist. Like the one used in painting, probably by using a charcoal or even a plain regular pencil. But I found these words "light and shadows" as a description of what all of us have been through in life and to the perspective of an artist, it is simply making the painting look perfect is to use a combination of lights and shadows. I'm not an artist (though I desire to be one) but I used to watch them paint on sidewalks and inside the malls and observed how they intricately brushed every detail of their subject before they hang it for display.   

We are our life's artist. When we started to sketch what our life is going to look like, we were like artists making dirty sketches on a pad. Just like an amateur who cannot decide on a subject, and he doodle on anything that he could think of.  Some of the lines he made are dark, some are light. And if we thought it is really really bad, we often toss it in the trash can.  A fact that tells us that life isn't always about luck, or serendipity or good fortune. It comes in all packages.

Be your life's artist. Paint your life's portrait to perfection using a good contrast of light and shadow. Look back with the choices that you made in the past that makes the real you today. Yes, those are your shadows that makes a good contrast of your life. Embrace it and be thankful because it make us more of who we are.

 The key to fulfillment is acceptance. Acknowledge the real us without any camouflage. 

Tuesday, April 9, 2013

Time is as Precious as Gold


Photo credit: Mona Liza Letigio "Sunset by the Lake"

There is always time for everything. Life isn't always busy as we thought it is. The true reason why we tend to forget important things that we wanted to do is because of the fact that when unusual events happen in our life, it will stir up our thoughts and will make us forget the priorities. And so we ended up forgetting important dates and meetings and even the much needed appointments. And even forget about the scheduled family dates that we highlighted in our calendar. Things can easily mess up our minds especially when unpleasant and unexpected things happen.

Believe me, I and my beloved wife forgot about our special day several times! But we just smiled when we found out and admit the fact that we were so caught up with what all of the things happening around us. Some situations can just get way in our heads and can blow us up sometimes, and I'm sure everyone experience that. Is it a sad fact? Yes it is. To justify in our case, at least to us, we have two girls who are looking up at us and students that we need to attend each day so that we have to keep up with everything that we do. We struggled to do our routine each time, and responsibilities seem to keep adding up each day. And I thought, life is always like this if we would not take control and put our hand on it.

Time is precious because we can never do things that we were supposed to do when the time is gone. I tend to say this all the time;  "I was supposed to do this yesterday," and the same line I am going to say the next day and it becomes my favorite line. While the work keeps on adding and adding each day in our life, it is important to think of the priorities and the ones that we missed. And I realized that inorder to do this, a simple quite moment is needed. Take a mild walk in the neighborhood, or by going into your backyard to breathe some fresh air. Even getting into your room and having a little silence to yourself is proven effective. Well, at least to me. I find it important to take sometime of silence to listen to my thoughts especially when situations seem so deranged. And after that, I can go back to work again.

Time is gold, so that we can never let certain circumstances ruin our plans. We can never go back to the time that was wasted but we can always go back to the plans that we did not accomplish and start all over again. Thanks to our God for the ability to reflect, the ability to re-focus and the strength to do the things He has planned for us. :)



Thursday, March 28, 2013

The Power of Faith



And I ask the Lord; "Why in the saddest of lowestt times of my life, there was only one set of footprints?" And the Lord replied: "My son, my precious child, I love and I would never leave you. During the times of sufferings where you can see one set of footprints, it was then that I carried you."

I have this video in my blog for  more than 2 years now. I want to re post this over and over. This is a very inspiring song to me because of the many things that I've been through in life. Countless people are experiencing tough and rough times. I used to think that life is really unfair in those circumstances and I always ask why. What have I done to deserve all these? I often blame myself for making wrong choices and as a result I lose confidence in what I do. There was a point in my life that I hated myself so much that I resorted to almost destroy the good future ahead of me.  I simply ignored the reasons why we have to make sacrifices. I failed to see good out of the tribulations that we all have to endure. I am so blinded. 

Yes, life is  challenging. It is not all-luck, nor celebration. We have struggles that we need to deal with every single day, and sometimes we feel like going into hiding and become a coward. It happened to me, and it happened to all of us. These are the times that we feel so alone, helpless and angry and scared. We hated and blame the world for the things that happened to us.  Then, we have these moments that we feel we succeeded. We got the things that we dreamed of having. Wealth, money, family and friends. We say God thank you for all these blessings. Thank you for granting us our wishes but never in those moments that we fail.   I am guilty that I question God about my sufferings.

May everyone embrace God's love, and be thankful of His presence in us.











Thursday, March 14, 2013

COMICS

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I was amazed by how my 8 years old daughter can draw close-to-perfect images of people's faces, to cartoon characters and even two dimensional objects with her own fine details in it. Now that I stayed home for quite a while, often I could see her with a bunch of paper and pencil in her hand sketching from time to time on just anything that she can think or things that she will notice on TV. At times, she will even ask me what I want her to draw and oftentimes, I told her to look around. Each moment I looked at her drawing, it brought me a picture in mind of my first notebook that has all my first sketches.

Back in time, before I started school, I was already fascinated by the pictures in the comic magazines - which are so popular at the time. I remember, some of my friends in high school would even cut classes because they just want to stay at the comic stand from across the road in our school, just to read their favorite comic story from name comics like Wakasan, Liwayway, Hiwaga, Aliwan, and many others. At that time, we would spend 25 cents to every comic magazine we read.



Photo credit: http://komiklopedia.wordpress.com
My mother would never give us spare money to read comics, and besides, my brother used to bring us a lot of comics from the city where he worked. I have no idea if he bought all those, or if it was given to him but we found ourselves grabbing and swapping each copy and reading it silently in our own corner of the house. That was the time that I started to recognize the difference in the way the pictures were illustrated in each stories. And they were different because they came from different artists. Mar T. Santana and Joey D. Celerio were my most favorite. Every time I read a comic magazine, I always looked up for their name in the title.

I missed those times that I could spend time reading my favorite comics. I searched the names of my favorite comic illustrator to find out that they were already gone. I just love their art, the way emotions are shown in each pictures, and lay out, and most of all, the consistency.

Well, as teacher I'm glad I know a little bit how to draw. And believe me, each time I make simple sketches on my white board it will definitely get the attention of my class. Thanks to the Maestros I mentioned above. They do not know me, but certainly they had an influence on me through their drawings.

I never had found reading comics as a waste of time before, and in fact, I personally believe it helped me with my sharp intuition,  imagination and creativity. And also, I was the fastest reader back in kindergarten!


One of my pencil sketches.





Photo credit:http://komiklopedia.wordpress.com




Friday, November 16, 2012

Dancing with the Vampires

Sounds creepy. Yeah, that is me in the picture wearing the stripe black and white bonnet dancing. But these folks who were with me were not blood suckers. We were just having fun this cold fall, but feel like winter night.

A party with Zombies and Vampires!
Life can sometimes be like "go where the wind goes". Remember how strong the super-storm Sandy was that hits the east coast lately? Kind of like that, but most of the devastations are not visible in the eye. It's more of inside, tearing down what's left for you to hold on. Our instinct tells us not to let go, and just continue to get a grip on anything. Anything that we thought are strong, and powerful to resist the seemingly insurmountable test of faith.

But what if at certain point in life, we just let go? What if we became tired and weak of gripping, and our arms and hands just gave up? I thought, it would just be safe to go where the wind goes. It should not be a safe travel for sure. It should be scary and dangerous. There could be lots of barriers. But I just thought, that after the wild and reckless, and destructive wind speed, everything will go back to normal. A relaxing breeze that we want to feel each time that life gives us heavy burden. That is why a lot of us wanted to be at a place where we could just feel the relaxing breath of fresh air. Where we are at peace. And we could think.

I love to dance like a debonair. A carefree. It surely is reviving. And yes, vampires do exist but is not in the picture of the ones we know. They are more human this time. They are more camouflaged. They suck not blood but the energy that we need to fight back with the storms in life. That is why I learn how to dance with them.


Tuesday, November 6, 2012

Project Ipad with Donorschoose

There was a problem with the smart board I have in my class, so I went to the technology room to grab an overhead projector. As I was pushing the projector cart to my room, a student blurted out: "Mr. Letigio, it looks like we're going back to the 70's with that!". I was actually laughing when I heard what the student said, but I just told him,"Hey, we'll just make use of what we have at this point."

I refused to believe what I just read from most of the teachers forum, with one donor says that teachers only want an Ipad in class to be their toy, where they can play angry birds during breaks.  Teachers deserve the technology that they need in class especially to these generation of learners where students already have their own sophisticated cellphones, and tablets and computers at home. And in irony, they don't see any of these technology in their own classrooms

I thought my projector and laptop would be enough, but I was challenged when one of my students told me that in the school where she came from, her LA teacher has a set of Ipad for them to use. Then, I thought, the school was probably not in recession but behind my mind, I need to upgrade my use of technology in class.

Please support my project at Donorschoose.org  by clicking on this link:

http://www.donorschoose.org/mr.letigio

If the link is not working, please come back in later time. The team is still reviewing my proposed project and it would take a while. Thank you for your support.


Thursday, November 1, 2012

Happy Halloween, 2012!


My daughters, Rossie and Riza trick or treating on halloween, 2012.


We celebrated my daughter's 4th birthday 5 days ago, and I thought, "Yeah, right. Halloween is here, then, Thanksgiving holiday. Then, christmas." By the time we gathered together to celebrate my daughter's birthday, and I know it has become a culture to us to come to our house in halloween costume, especially with the little kids and eat dinner together and then, we were reminded that yes, after the halloween, all the holidays are in the corner.


Nearly 8 years ago, we celebrated our All Soul's Day and All Saint's Day with our families in the Phil. Although there was no glamour of wearing the most expensive costumes but we enjoyed visiting our deceased family and relative in their graveyard, and some folks are actually partying with them bringing food and drinks in their grave. In the night of Nov. 1st, we used to gather together as a family and offer prayers to the souls of our departed families. After the prayer, we come and eat together as a family and welcome kids and neighbors treat and tricking and have them eat and play with us.

Now that I am thousands of miles away from home, all I can do is just recall my memories as I saw the kids treat or tricking in the neighborhood. I felt a sudden sadness while I watched my girls knocking at my neighbor's door. At that moment, I decided to go with my girls to the main street and be with the rest of the kids in town enjoying the display for halloween. It is something that cannot replace my childhood experience during halloween but at least, I have them experience the moment.


Friday, July 27, 2012

Lately


This is one part of the Rock Hill Riverwalk. We used to come 
here on late afternoon or early evening to relax and take a 
gentle walk and feeling the cool breeze of air. So relaxing, that 
you'll forget the stress the day brings.
Things are falling into place...I guess. Just being thankful that despite of the too many unstoppable, out of hand circumstances, at least, me and my wife are still on our sanity. Well, our two lovely girls helped us a lot to overcome those feelings of losing our hope and or not being in control of our emotions. To those people who knows us and knew what we've been through lately would surely understand what I am talking about.

It is only like this. Life is always about finding the way through good times and bad times. You have to deal to every situations. You have to think and be logical on dealing with something big. In other words, there is no place to being too emotional. It is not helping. Maybe it would help by bringing out the heartache inside, other than that, no. I realized that when you are facing a situation that is beyond your means to control, all you have to do is to raise your hand. Not in defeat, but surrendering it to the one who is omnipotent, the one who is in control of everything. There is no such thing as being hopeless, because there is always hope. I learned that a lot. And it is always to our advantage if we look at things positively, that there is always a reason to everything that happened. I am a big believer of that.

Just keep the faith. :)

Wednesday, June 6, 2012

For the Sake of Education

"Wake Up!, Wake Up!" This is our mom, yelling early in the morning during our school days. We don't have the luxury of having an alarm clock like what most kids now have in their bedroom, but I am telling you that  you cannot shut off our mom and doze again in the morning. She is the best brand of alarm clocks not available in stores.

The rule is, we have to eat first before we go to school. And it is not always the best food you wanted to eat for breakfast.    And mom used to say, "Hey, you're brain is not going to function well when your stomach is empty!" True enough. So, whatever food we have on the table, we have to eat it without any complain.

Being the youngest in the family, my experience of poverty while in school is far less than what my siblings had. And I believe and understand that it is very hard to raise nine children, yet my parents were able to send all of us to school. I see the struggle and the hardships to look for food, and to look for funds to buy our notebooks, pens, and papers and to have a book bag is not so important at that time. We carry our school materials by hand and it teaches us to be responsible with our stuff.

Feeling the poverty in those critical times, each of the siblings have our share. For several times, I walked the 6 miles walk after school to go home because I spent my money to buy materials for school projects or I used the money to buy food because I was hungry. At times, I made projects for some students to earn money. Yes, they will pay me. And its a big help  on me every time I get those extra cash because I can skip a day of asking money from our mom.

When I saw this picture of kids crossing this old hanging trail on a rainy early morning without minding that the water underneath is dangerous and they might fell, just to go to school, my heart just fell for them. I felt what they feel at that moment, they just want to get to school that day..whatever it takes. 

This is an example to the rest of children around the world who value education. This is  an eye opener to agencies in charge that they have a work to do. This is a reminder to some children who are fortunate to have been provided with everything that they need and yet did not bother to take advantage with the opportunities they have in hand. 

Wednesday, May 9, 2012

Poverty is Everywhere

I came across this article from The Herald Online Voice of the People - May 8, 2012,  and it urges the school to continue to provide food service to the students, meaning, schools will continue to offer free or reduced lunch and breakfast to students who are eligible to the service. Several people commented on the article, while one of them was saying and I quote: "...let everyone feed their own children. You have to be a pretty sorry individual if you cannot feed your own child!"

I came from an economically challenged family and during my elementary school days up to high school, I could feel how my parents struggled with our finances to keep us from school. My mom, has a great vision for all of us and I remember her saying that education is the only treasure she can give to us. Despite of the difficulty of money, my parents was able to send all of us to school and she never failed to have us eat our breakfast and packed our lunches each and everyday! And besides, our schools don't offer free lunch.

I am now a parent and I have a 7 year old daughter who goes to school. I am currently having financial struggle as well. But I do believe that it is the parent's responsibility to feed their children and pack their lunches before they go to school. It is our job to do these things to our kids and not the cafeteria crew!

One time, one of my students in my first block in the morning asked me for a piece of peppermint candy after class. I told him, "No, you don't eat candy early in the morning. It has sugar in it." And he replied, "But I am hungry." I did not believe in him because who's parent who will send a child in school with empty stomach? Now, it makes sense to me.  And I agree, the performance and the academics of the child are affected.

Poverty is everywhere. But I never let poverty blocked my way to get the education I deserved. Thanks to my hardworking Mom and my siblings.


The Effect of Poverty to Teaching and Learning: http://www.teach-nology.com/tutorials/teaching/poverty/

Saturday, April 28, 2012

What Makes a Good Teacher?


Being a teacher is not accidental, but a true calling. Or otherwise, I will be miserable everyday doing things that I did not dream of doing. This job requires knowledge, creativity, and patience. In college, we were required to pass 30 units of education classes aside from the majors, while the most crucial stage was to pass the in-campus practice teaching so that we will be assigned for an out-campus practice teaching. We have to go through rigid and critical glass lenses of our Ed-teachers, including recommendations from cooperating teachers off campus. When everything are satisfactory, including our academic record, then we will be recommended for graduation. 

The certificate we received upon graduation would not really count until we passed the Li censure Examination for Teachers (LET) from the Professional Regulation Commission (PRC). It became a requirement that teachers need to be certified and must pass the test. I am saying all these because I would like to account the time we spent to acquire this degree prior to landing a job in the classroom and therefore,    
I thought that these whole process played a major role in the making of a good teacher. 

While learning is a lifetime process, as a teacher we don't allow ourselves to be stagnant and become stereotyped. Getting a master's degree is one way of keeping ourselves abreast with what are new in our field, and I don't believe that this isn't helping us become a good teacher, because I myself, have used in the classroom some of the things I learned from the units I took for my initial master's degree classes.



So what makes a good teacher? Yes, I agree with the video above but to add on the idea is the real passion for job. If you are passionate about teaching the students in your class, then creativity, enthusiasm, and everything will just follow. Your energy towards making your students learn will be endless.

Hats off to all the great teachers!

Sunday, April 22, 2012

What do we get in Exchange?

Below is an article from the Los Angeles Times, back issue March 18, 2009. This is not too long ago, and it tells a story that all of us can relate. I admire all of us who  endured every circumstances we face inside and out the classroom and yet are able to deliver quality instruction to our students. After all, that is who we are, The Filipino Teachers! 

Filipino teachers exchange homeland for jobs in America


Filipino exchange teacher Ferdinand Nakila landed in Los Angeles expecting "Pretty Woman" scenes of swank Beverly Hills boulevards and glittering celebrities. What he got was Inglewood, where he stayed for two weeks in temporary housing and encountered drunkards, beggars, trash-filled streets and nightly police sirens.
It got worse. In training sessions about American classrooms he received in the Philippines, he was told his students might not be quite as polite and respectful as those in his homeland. Nothing, however, prepared him for the furious brawl that broke out in one of his Los Angeles classrooms, where two girls rolled around on the floor clawing at each other while the other students jumped on the desks and cheered.
But Nakila said his American sojourn has transformed him into a far better educator than when he arrived in August 2007. In the Philippines, he was imperious and demanding, throwing students out of his classroom for inadequate preparation with little thought of their plight.
In Los Angeles, his daily encounters with students struggling to learn despite shattered homes, sexual abuse, physical violence or hunger have humbled him into a new vision of teaching.
"I realize we are servants and teaching is more about touching lives and helping students own their own learning," said Nakila, 38, a special education teacher in English at Manual Arts High School in Los Angeles.
Nakila is part of a recent wave of foreign exchange teachers from the Philippines, who are primarily being recruited to fill chronic teacher shortages in math, science and special education throughout the United States. More than 100 school districts, including at least 20 in California, are recruiting from the Philippines, said Los Angeles immigration attorney Carl Shusterman.
The Los Angeles Unified School District has hired 250 to 300 teachers from the Philippines -- the largest contingent among more than 600 foreign exchange teachers overall, a district official said.
The statewide budget crisis and impending layoffs, however, have prompted L.A. Unified to suspend its foreign recruitment this year, said Deborah Ignagni, a district human resources administrator.
Pay is an incentive
Ignagni said the L.A. district first began recruiting foreign exchange teachers in the 1980s from Mexico and Spain to help with bilingual elementary education. But it shifted to the Philippines and Canada for math, science and special education teachers in the last four years, she said.
L.A. school officials have tapped the Philippines for several reasons, Ignagni said. The higher education system is similar, so credits are easily transferable for U.S. teaching credentials.
The Philippines has an abundance of teachers, which allows U.S. recruiters to avoid perceptions that they are taking educational resources needed by Filipinos, Ignagni said.
And most Filipinos speak English and can understand some Spanish, which is embedded in the Filipino language as a result of Spain's 300-year colonization of the islands.
Many of the teachers themselves say they jumped at the chance to work in the United States, lured primarily by far better pay. Most teachers in the Philippines earn $300 to $400 a month, less than one-tenth what they can pull down in Los Angeles.
But high processing fees from recruitment and visa sponsoring agencies have strapped many with debts of $10,000 or more.
Some, such as Gelacio Aguilar, sold land in the Philippines to finance their ventures. Others scraped up money from family and friends; still others took out loans.
To be hired in L.A. Unified, the teachers must pass basic skills exams and interviews, fulfill the requirements for a California teaching credential and have three to five years of successful teaching experience in public schools.
The teachers had hoped for work visas that would potentially lead to green cards. But L.A. Unified brings them in on three-year teacher exchange visas known as J-1s because they are easier to obtain, Ignagni said. The district is now applying for work visas for some teachers whose exchange visas have expired.
Rocky beginnings
Once the teachers arrive in Los Angeles, school officials give them a two-week orientation and offer job fairs to connect them with schools. But many describe a rocky start: loneliness, befuddlement over bus routes, apartment hunting, dealing with U.S. currency, American-style resume-writing. And, once in the classroom, utter shock.
Asked to describe his first year, Garcia leaned back in his chair, covered his face with his hands and murmured, "Oh, God."
His ninth-graders' average math skills were sixth-grade level. While he was trying to teach, students roamed the classroom, applied makeup, chatted with one other, tuned out with iPods. A hallway fight started spilling into his class, and when he tried to push the brawlers back out, he said, he was reprimanded for touching them.
During a recent evening interview at his Washington Boulevard apartment, Nelson de la Cruz pulled up his shirt to reveal a black and blue bruise. He got it, he said, after a student threw a book at him. Another teacher suffered injuries after a chair was thrown at her, said Daniel Gumarang of the Filipino American Educators Assn. of Los Angeles, which is aiding the teachers.
Some teachers have given up and headed back to the Philippines, but Ignagni estimated them at "less than a handful."
Nakila, for instance, said he learned something every day about how to handle his students. One lesson: be sensitive to their backgrounds. Aiming to inspire them, he presented Latino success stories and asked students to write about their own heroes, but the reaction was negative, even angry. When he told them about his own heroic father and asked them to describe their own, Nakila said one lashed out, "I don't even know his name, and I don't want to know."
Now he avoids lessons that might cause them to feel inadequacies in their own families.
He keeps cookies in the classroom to feed students who come to school without breakfast, a situation he said he never imagined he would find in wealthy America. He calls parents to ask why they're giving their children Kool-Aid rather than something more nutritious. He tells students he will never give up on them, even if they show their worst.
"I used to wake up thinking 'Oh, my God, let me survive this day,' " Nakila said. "Now I wake up excited, eager to meet my students."

Friday, April 13, 2012

After School

Successful international teachers! From L-R: Emelyn Plaza, Roditha Fuentes, Elizer Carillo,  Maria Maderal , Arcielo Letigio,  Cathy Domingo, and John Barrido
This is not about going to home bound classes, or after school detention, or bus duty or stay a little longer to do paper work. Believe me, these teachers had so much of that! The likelihood of getting a new perspective about work  after staying in the country for more than three years is more than happening.   Whether we like it or not, fraction by fraction we are being influenced by the culture of the people we're working with. The good thing about it is that, we at least find time to gather together once in a while to eat, drink, sing and dance, and to share glories, worries, plans and support for one another.

This isn't just after school.

Maybe, the law of chemistry strongly applies. There is a strong bond between like molecules as in solid. Ms. Maria and Ms. Plaza teach Chemistry and surely they would agree over this principle. While each element has its own properties, the molecules however have the ability to mesh as in productive synthesis reaction. It makes sense. We deserve to be happy in this work-and-work place.

Go to the world and teach how to multiply - probably, is the new divine calling for Math teachers. At times, this is our lingering topic in our meeting and it usually helps pour out our frustrations in the classroom.While it is true, Math must be a fun subject to teach but it doesn't happen all the time especially if you will look at the way your students participate in class. Some get it while majority don't. There are lucky days that we get what we expected.  Learning styles vary like culture does. If I will compare a teacher effort to teach from country X to country Y, I could come up with a good mathematical relationship as;
                                             
                                                 Country X = E
                                                 Country Y = 2E, 3E, 4E...
 
where: E stands for effort the teacher spent in class, that could be translated to Joules (J) unit of energy if I want to. The dots, which means to infinity is not to exaggerate the facts. If you want to be understood by your students, double the effort. If you want them to get what you want them to get, simplify your subject matter.

I love after school. And maybe the rest of us do!


Units of Energy





Tuesday, February 21, 2012

Principal Smith VS Mr. Kent on Teaching in America

I was reminded with a question in one of the questionnaires I filled out when I applied a teaching position a year ago.  It asked about how I could help improve the test scores of the students in my class given the fact that 80 per cent of them are under achiever, while the rests are with IEPs and other accommodations. As an applicant all the possible answers that I know of, I wrote it down in the paper. However, in the real sense, bringing the students scores to a passing mark entails a lot of research, preparation and hard work on the part of the teacher. I was entertained while I watched this video,but this is real...it is happening.



Thursday, July 7, 2011

America's biggest teacher and principal cheating scandal unfolds in Atlanta

America's biggest teacher and principal cheating scandal unfolds in Atlanta

Atlanta cheating scandal: Should educators face jail for 'robbing' kids?


An 800-page report says at least 178 Atlanta teachers and principals cheated to raise student test scores. Some may face jail time, putting a new spin on the phrase 'high-stakes testing.'

Click and read the link above for the details. Truly, this is probably something that's been going on for years! and probably not only in Atlanta. Something needs to be done, otherwise, the integrity of the teachers is on the line.