Saturday, May 16, 2009

My Teaching Experience

I have just started teaching Koreans online recently. I'm just new in this kind of profession but I realize that teaching is not an easy job, but it is an overwhelming profession. Teaching is part of my life. I currently teach in Primary, Sunday School and Seminary class in our church.
It's a great experience to teach english! My experience in teaching taught me to be patient and to be responsible. I am able to know the Koreans better and share the knowledge that I have. What's more amazing is that I am learning too! I am able to know their cultures and traditions.

I never imagine that teaching would be fun. My passion is to teach and my challenge is to see my students improve their English language.

I know that Koreans knows a little English but they don't know how to use it properly and accurately. A lot of Koreans think that learning English as a second language is hard, but actually it is not. It's a lot easier than they think. They don't have to travel just to study English because now we have Online Teaching and we, Filipino Tutors are here to help and guide them to use English properly.
Learning English is fun and at the same time important. It is the so-called "universal language". Universal because all nations have their own language and for us to be able to communicate with one another, we should only use one language in expressing one's thoughts and ideas so that we can understand each other well. That's how important English is in our lives.
I salute the Filipino people like me who has the initiative and perseverance to do this kind of job.
I am very honor to be one of them.
Good job my fellow online English Teachers!!! You can visit me at Vote for me, ces27! Tnx and Have a great day! :)

Wednesday, May 13, 2009

You Don't Say!

Tag/Award given by a one of my good friend in the blogworld and to the real world, Ate Cecille of Small and Simple Things, my mentor. Thankyou so much! :) You Don't Say? {Super comments award} award is kind of cool award/tag... hope you guys will grab this, too!

About this award: "We give and get awards for having a great blog and being a good friend. What I want to award is those people whose comments have meant THE WORLD to me. It takes time to visit a blog and leave a comment ... I wanted to recognize some special bloggers whose comments have made such an impact on me. The “You Don’t Say?” Award is awarded to these special blogger in hopes that they will pass the award along to 5 of their best commenter!

I want to pass this on to Dhemz, Clarissa, Eden, Dubster, Chel, Enny Arrows, Mee Moe, Lucasmoores and Rowena.... and all my friend on bloglists.

Monday, May 11, 2009

The Teacher

I was so inspired to share with you this story that a teacher usually encountered in school.
Stories like this, always have a way of putting the right perspective on life.

Jean Thompson stood in front of her fifth-grade class on the very first day of school in the fall and told the children a lie. Like most teachers, she looked at her pupils and said that she loved them all the same, that she would treat them all alike. And that was impossible because there in front of her, slumped in his seat on the third row, was a little boy named Teddy Stoddard.
Mrs. Thompson had watched Teddy the year before and noticed he didn't play well with the other children, that his clothes were unkept and that he constantly needed a bath. And Teddy was unpleasant.

It got to the point during the first few months that she would actually take delight in marking his papers with a broad red pen, making bold X's and then marking the F at the top of the paper biggest of all. Because Teddy was a sullen little boy, no one else seemed to enjoy him, either.

At the school where Mrs. Thompson taught, she was required to review each child's records and put Teddy's off until last. When she opened his file, she was in for a surprise. His first-grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is a bright, inquisitive child with a ready laugh." "He does his work neatly and has good manners...he is a joy to be around."

His second-grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is an excellent student well-liked by his classmates, but he is troubled because his mother has a terminal illness and life at home must be a struggle."
His third-grade teacher wrote, "Teddy continues to work hard but his mother's death has been hard on him. He tries to do his best but his father doesn't show much interest and his home life will soon affect him if some steps aren't taken."

Teddy's fourth-grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is withdrawn and doesn't show much interest in school. He doesn't have many friends and sometimes sleeps in class. He is tardy and could become a problem."

By now Mrs. Thompson realized the problem, but Christmas was coming fast. It was all she could do, with the school play and all, until the day before the holidays began and she was suddenly forced to focus on Teddy Stoddard.

Her children brought her presents, all in beautiful ribbon and bright paper, except for Teddy's, which was clumsily wrapped in the heavy, brown paper of a scissored grocery bag. Mrs. Thompson took pains to open it in the middle of the other presents.

Some of the children started to laugh when she found a rhinestone bracelet with some of the stones missing, and a bottle that was one-quarter full of cologne. She stifled the children's laughter when she exclaimed how pretty the bracelet was, putting it on, and dabbing some of the perfume behind the other wrist. Teddy Stoddard stayed behind just long enough to say, "Mrs. Thompson, today you smelled just like my mom used to."
After the children left she cried for at least an hour. On that very day, she quit teaching reading, writing, and speaking. Instead, she began to teach children. Jean Thompson paid particular attention to one they all called "Teddy."

As she worked with him, his mind seemed to come alive. The more she encouraged him, the faster he responded. On days where there would be an important test, Mrs. Thompson would remember that cologne. By the end of the year he had become one of the smartest children in the class and...well, he had also become the "pet" of the teacher who had once vowed to love all of her children exactly the same.

A year later she found a note under her door, from Teddy, telling her that of all the teachers he'd had in elementary school, she was his favorite. Six years went by before she got another note from Teddy.
He then wrote that he had finished high school, third in his class, and she was still his favorite teacher of all time.

Four years after that, she got another letter, saying that while things had been tough at times, he'd stayed in school, had stuck with it, and would graduate from college with the highest of honors. He assured Mrs. Thompson she was still his favorite teacher.
Then four more years passed and yet another letter came. This time he explained that after he got his bachelor's degree, he decided to go a little further. The letter explained that she was still his favorite teacher, but that now his name was a little longer. The letter was signed, Theodore F. Stoddard, M.D.

The story doesn't end there. You see, there was yet another letter that Spring. Teddy said he'd met this girl and was to be married. He explained that his father had died a couple of years ago and he was wondering...well, if Mrs. Thompson might agree to sit in the pew usually reserved for the mother of the groom. And guess what, she wore that bracelet, the one with several rhinestones missing. And I bet on that special day, Jean Thompson smelled just like...well, just like the way Teddy remembered his mother smelling on their last Christmas together.

THE MORAL: You never can tell what type of impact you may make on another's life by your actions or lack of action. Consider this fact in your venture thru life.