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  • Garfield Depressed

    It's Monday, Veterans Day!  I have the day off from work, and I'm already feeling tired.  I have to finish off so many things, which makes the Monday break not really a break.  I wanted to lounge in my sweats and watch the stack of DVD's sitting on top of the coffee table.  That ain't gonna happen today! 

    • REPORT CARDS.  I've started entering grades on the report card system.  I don't want to get stuck being locked out of the system like the last time, when I tallied grades before parent conference week.  That was not so good.  The grades slowwwwwwllly load, and that's why I've been shooting out quick emails to everyone.
    • GARAGE.  I have to clear out the garage to make enough space for the 2nd car fit.  I just stuffed and sealed my boxes.  All I have to do is load them into the truck and get rid of them somewhere.
    • CHEWIE.  Chewie needs a bath.  Poor dog!
    • CAMERA.  My digital camera is broken, and I need to get it repaired.  Good thing it's still under warranty!
    • DOCTOR.  Doctor appointments.  Doc issued a clean bill of health.  That's always a good thing!  I have to go back in for bloodwork--oh yikes!  I hate it when they take viles of blood from me. 
    • GIFTS.  This is actually the fun part.  People are celebrating birthdays this month.
    • HOUSE CHORES.  The house chores never end.  Now that my cold allergies are throwing a tantrum, I am doing all I can to make this whole place spotless and dust free!  Same goes for the classroom.  I better not find a single dustbunny.  I'll wipe down every table, chair and shelf with Clorox bleach. 
    • LAUNDRY/DRY CLEANING.  This isn't so bad either.  By now, you guys know how I feel about folding and organizing clothes.  I have a huge dry cleaning bill this month because I took my winter coats and sweaters for a cleaning.

    Do I really have to return to work tomorrow?  Why can't I just have another day off? 

  • What? No Turkey and No Lechon?

    I love family celebrations.  It's part of the Filipino culture to keep everyone in the clan together, even extended relatives.  Every Sunday after church there's always something going on at so-and-so's house.  However, when it's a holiday like Thanksgiving and Christmas, it's double the fun and triple the amount of people coming together.  As a teen, I used to get easily bored at these family events, and I couldn't wait to leave my aunt's house to go call up my ex-high school boyfriend to come and pick me up.  When I became old enough to drive as a high schooler and when I was in college, I would just drop by to eat my plate of food, and then make excuses why I couldn't stay with them for the rest of the day.  The best excuse I made up so that they can easily let me off the hook was to tell the whole family that I was busy with a project to do for school, or tell them that I'm studying for finals.  Studying for finals around Thanksgiving break?  Yeah right!  I don't know why they never caught on to that crappy lie. 

    Now that I'm an adult and at the age when the elders strongly believe that I should start working on getting married and having family of my own, I really appreciate and admire my elders for being very hospitable and calling us together to spend time with each other. But I have to survive the first hour.  If I can survive round one, which is the first hour facing the "Filipina Female Firing Squadron" (my aunts and older cousins), guilefully dodging all their questions that act more like projectile missles about my lovelife, then I'm good!  The worst is when they ambush attack me by inviting a "surprise guest" for me to meet and it becomes a really awkward situation.  Then I have to not only survive an hour of politely entertaining the new guest, but in addition, it is followed by surviving the interrogation round right after the new guest makes an exit out the front door.   It's just funny to me how this twist of culture stuff follows me here in America, and I don't really know the traditions.  They seem to enjoy it the whole setting me up for courtship.  It's either that, or it causes me to skeptically wonder if someone's Philippine tourist visa is close to expiring and they need to marry an American citizen for the papers.  Oh my, gahhhh..!!!  By the way, all this stuff would never happen to my brothers, because they are men. 

    My family's Thanksgiving and Christmas celebrations are really loud and fun.  When my brother Elmer first took my sister-in-law, Karen, to introduce her to our family and invite her to our celebration, I'm sure she probably drew her own conclusions.  I'm sure it was the scariest thing to happen to her.    There are so many new faces and names to remember.  The ladies are speaking in Tagalog, and Karen (who's Chinese) cannot understand a word anyone is saying.  We always say that we're only meeting for dinner, but we stay much longer because we can't get enough of each other.  There's never a dry moment!  It can feel very chaotic and rambunctious, but really that's not what my family is all about.  Eventually, after seven years that Elmer and Karen have been together, Karen has grown accustomed to our family tradition.

    But I'm so bummed out that my family will not have a large Thanksgiving Day celebration this year!  I like having a Thanksgiving, even if I have to endure an hour-long session of embarrassing stuff.  It's already terrible enough that Los Angeles
    has no 4-seasons, and for me that Thanksgiving celebration officially marks my
    winter holiday season, at the very least. My mom is scheduled to work at the hospital that holiday week.  My aunt's family is traveling to Las Vegas for fun, instead of having a feast at their house.  My brother and Karen will probably spend Thanksgiving with Karen's side of the family. I think the only year that we paused our family celebration was only the two years when my grandparents passed away.  It was understandable that their funerals both occurred close to the holidays.  That was a lonely and sad time for our family.  However, this year everyone is busy with something.  It's just not going to be the same.

    I learned something about myself when I heard from my mom that everyone will be 'fending for their own turkey and lechon' (lechon is a roasted pig in Tagalog).  I learned that I am tied to the traditions of the household and I function well under a routine, more than my own mother.  My mother goes with the flow, but I like routine and I like to stick to what works.  I can deviate from the normal pattern, but it doesn't mean that I will find myself easily liking it. 

    With all that said, can I crash your family's Thanksgiving dinner?

  • Analie scooped me up and we headed to Manhattan Beach for lunch. I treated her to my favorite little Italian restaurant called Mama D's in Manhattan Beach.  I take all my girlfriends there whenever we have to talk about really serious things concerning life.  I've taken Dayne there after she came back from her missionary trip to Russia.  On countless occasions, Hoa and I would have lunch there whenever we would make plans for her wedding and pray for her and her husband, Arthur.  Yesterday, it was Analie's turn to enjoy the restaurant and the gorgeously sunny day at the beach.  Along with the dishes and appetizers, our interests and concerns were "served at the table":  family, career, lovelife, faith, finances, health and a lot of inside jokes. 

    After yesterday's lunch, we headed shopping around the Torrance area.  If you don't know me by now, I am very particular and very choosy when it comes to clothes, shoes, handbags and wallets.  I needed new clothes to replace all the old baggy-fitting clothes that I purged from my wardrobe and donated to Goodwill.  Knowing that I have a balance of zero on my one and only Visa credit card, plus knowing that if I really wanted to splurge to the heavens and pay it all back next month was such a hazardous thought (and still is!).  I came to the mall only buy new clothes, but I my eyes peered over to the shoe area and I saw a really elegant pair of Cole Haan tall black leather boots.  It caught my eye so much, I had to get closer to it.  Analie saw how much interest I gave to those boots.

    To be really honest with you, it's not the designer label "Cole Haan" that attracts me to this black beauty of an invention.  If these same pair of boots were sitting in Payless shoes, Target, or Big Lots, I would still find myself loving them with exactly the same affection.  I asked the Nordstroms sales representative if I could try them on in size 7 (I'm really a size 6.5, but I like my high-heeled boots to fit loosely).  They were so artfully made, and the high heel was just the right height!  When I zipped up the boots up to the tallest part of my calves, I instantly thought of a gazillion outfits that I could wear it with.  But I knew that I didn't need a pair of $375 dollar Cole Haan boots right now.  It won't make me feel happy in the longrun.  I didn't have any original plans to get shoes, so I just relished on the second best tangible concept--that at least I got to try on a nice pair of Cole Haans that were comfortable and buttery to the touch.  Those tall boots are going to wind up on the legs of some very fortunate lady who has great sense of fashion taste.  I do mean that "very fortunate" line, because Cole Haan will never repeat any of their shoe styles.  Once the style is gone for the season, it's gone forever!  I was able to placate myself by telling myself that I'll never have that particular pair because it will be sold out after this weekend sale is over.  Knowing that those leather boots will never be available to me was enough to encourage me to move on and put a closure to wanting pair of tall leather boots!

    I haven't gone out shopping for clothes in a very long time, so the South Bay Galleria felt like a candystore.  I didn't find anything at the shopping mall that was worthy enough to be purchased.  I almost never find anything great enough to purchase at the mall, even if on sale.  Like I said, I'm very picky.  However, Analie bought a pair of dark brown Chanel sunglasses that looked very
    classy on her.  After she made the huge purchase, she told me that she was
    "done for the day". 

    Do you want to know my shopping secret to searching for the best deals?  This is my secret.  Ate Ruby who was old mentor and the one who discipled me when I was a new believer  in the Lord Jesus Christ, taught me to remember praying to God before and while I am in the middle of shopping for things and thank Him once the transaction goes through and the sales receipt is handed to me.  I learned to ask God to help me find cute, high quality stuff that I need without wasting any time.  I also ask Him to help me search for exactly what I need that fits my budget.  It might sound extremely over-spiritualized, but I really don't care what anyone else thinks.  I know He answers my prayer.  He also really convicts me when I become wasteful, greedy, or whenever buy something too impulsively and need to return it.  My budget for shopping was $200.  I don't really buy clothes very often, so $200 is more than plenty.  Analie and I headed over to another department store where I practically "stole" the store's largest shopping bag full of business casual clothes for only $160:  a skirt, sweater, vest, blouse, and leather boots--oh yes indeed, new leather boots!  Analie found a size 6 Calvin Klein dress for me that was originally priced at $158, "just chillin" at the farthest clearance rack for only $31.  I believe that dress was my favorite purchase yesterday!  I can't wait to rock my new clothes, especially the dress!  Analie and I finished our shopping very early, and I still had $40 to spare.

    By the way, Analie and I were talking about what makes us happy in life as we were browsing through the clothes.  She brought up the subject.  To tell her in all honesty, if it was left completely all up to me, I'd never feel or be completely happy at any given moment of my life.  There's always something insatiable, something missing, a longing for something more and greater.   And when that hype is all over, the chasing-cycle continues onto another infatuation of some sort.  While there is nothing wrong with being happy and doing things that make us feel happier, it's to be assumed that some things we do to gain happiness can be "ephemeral", but there are definitely exceptions.  Yes, I said the word ephemeral.  We both laughed because it was the perfect in the conversation to drop a "smart-people word", just to contrast that many times I am slow and dumb about life!  I simply reminded her that our lives are not about us, but it's about God who deserves to be glorified and Jesus Christ who saved us so we can be right with God.  I'm glad that Analie is Roman Catholic in religion. We can freely talk about God in that sort of way and we're not afraid to say something that might offend because we've been close friends since we were 15 years old.  Our friendship is secured by respect and trust.  These talks that I have with Analie have been happening more frequently because we are both facing hardships right now that we can only humbly relinquish to God, so that we can go through our day in peace.

    After shopping, I treated Analie and myself to a hot cup of Earl Gray tea at Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf by the Del Amo Fashion Center.  We fixed our tea with lots of honey and cream. It was so good.  She was sharing other things that she's being challenged with and I did a lot of listening.  Then Analie brought up a lot of questions about what does it mean to be a Christian and how she can get obtain real peace.  "How can I be sure that God will never leave me?," she asked.  "I started changing my ways, Liz.  You know this.  But this time I want to really start all over again and not go back.  How can I do that? What do I need to do?"  She also wanted me help her find a Bible that she can easily read and understand.   The funny thing was that Barnes & Nobles bookstore is situated right around the corner.  Analie asked me with a smile, "Do you want to go to the bookstore and help me find a Bible, Liz?  I know I need one, because I don't have one.  I've been wanting to have one to keep in my purse so that I can start reading it."

    There was hardly any parking left.  Barnes & Nobles bookstore was packed full of college students and other folks.  There was so much hubbub going on inside the bookstore that Saturday night.  We went up the escalator and found the religion aisle.  It was the only aisle in the entire bookstore that was vacant, in contrast to the astrology aisle, right beside it. There were 3 people browsing through books probably about the zodiac signs and tarot cards.  Obviously, it seems as if nobody really takes interest or would be caught dead browsing through or hanging out in that particular area of the bookstore where the Jesus Christ books are found.  We found the shelf fully stocked with various Bibles.  "Gosh, I don't understand King James Version.  What is the difference between NIV, ESV...What does 'Red-Letter Edition' mean?," she asked.  It was overwhelming for her, soon after she found a nice black leather bound Bible with silver-leafed pages at the bottom shelf.  "Ooh, this one is black with silver!  I want to look inside.  Do you think I can open the shrink wrap?," she asked me.  I told her, "Go for it!"

    "Liz, what do you do when you read the Bible?  Do you read it everyday?  How do you get to understanding the Bible?" Analie asked me.  We sat on the floor and she was asking me what the difference is between Roman Catholics and Christians.  She asked me why my mom left Catholicism and if changing churches really helps someone get saved and know God.  I assured her that it's not the church, the priests, all the good works done, the sacraments, the Holy Communion, and praying the Rosary that helps a person grow closer to God, but rather maintaining our faith in Jesus Christ and following Him that saves us.  We were sitting on the floor for a long time flipping through Bible verses, and I saw Analie's eyes starting to get red.  Then occasionally, she would look away from me and pinch the tears out of her eyes.  She didn't want me to see her cry and she didn't want to cause a scene in the bookstore. "Thanks, Liz!  Thank you for spending all this time with me.  I really want to change and I don't want to come back to my old self."

    "You know what Ana, give me this,"  I told Analie.  "No, Liz I can't let you."  "No, let me.  I want to," I told her.  I took that Bible and I purchased it for her with the remaining money from my clothes shopping budget.  Then I dedicated the new Bible to her with the God's Word, a short verse from Ezekiel that really spoke to her. 
    In all the 15 years that we have been friends, I've prayed for Analie
    many times. But I can't recall a time when we have ever had the
    opportunity to pray together.  That evening, before I stepped out of
    her white Volvo, we prayed together for the very first time about
    opening up ourselves to have faith and trust in Jesus Christ's saving
    grace, and allow God be the one to change us.

    Ezekiel 36:26
    I will
    give you a new heart and put a new spirit in you; I will remove from
    you your heart of stone and give you a heart of flesh.

    If you have the same or similar questions that Analie had (mentioned above) lingering in your mind, it doesn't help to put things off and leave those questions unanswered.  Seek out the answers and put those questions to rest. Here's a really great resource to read through about every day questions we have and may be afraid to ask other people about.  What I really like about the Just Stop and Think Website is that there is a 15-minute movie you can watch that explains an impacting message:  http://www.juststopandthink.com/

    With Analie

  • Does God Know that I Love Him?

    Just my ramblings as I was reading about one of God's prophets, Micah...

    Yes, I know I'm probably being biased, but I think the Tagalog
    translation kicks-in the boldness in Micah's as he voices out what God
    wants His people to do.  In Tagalog, pakingan means to hear. This one part really caught my attention today.  Honestly, I really don't know much about Micah except that he was one of the prophets.  "Micah"?  Now that's a really cool-sounding name for a dude!  I like how these prophets redundantly, but in a good way, start off with "Hear now..." followed by judgements and recommendations on what God's people must to do to make it all right with God.  How should listeners respond from a speaker who begins all of his messages with "Hear now..."?  "Hearing [the Word of God] now" can easily be misunderstood to mean "Hear later", or "Hear tomorrow", "Hear it whenever you're ready to hear it", or "Hear it wheneva it's cleva".

    Mikas 6:6-8 (Tagalog)
    "Ano ang dapat kong dalhin sa aking pagsamba kay Yahweh na Diyos ng
    kataas-taasan?  Magdadala ba ako ng guyang isang taon ang gulang bilang
    handog na susunugin sa kanyang harapan?  Malugod kaya si Yahweh kung
    siya'y handugan ko ng libu-libong tupa o walang katapusang agos ng
    langis ng olibo?  Matuwa kaya siya kung ihandog ko sa kanya ang aking
    anak na panganay, ang laman, bilang kabayaran ng aking mga kasalanan? 
    Itinuro na nya sa iyo, O tao, kung ano ang mabuti.  Ito ang nais ni
    Yahweh:  Maging makatarungan ka sa lahat ng bagay, patuloy mong ibigin
    ang iyong kapwa, at buong pagpapakumbabang sumunod sa iyong Diyos."

    In English translation...

    Micah 6:6-8 (NASB)
    "With what shall I come to the LORD
    And bow myself before the God on high? 
    Shall I come to Him with burnt offerings,
    With yearling calves? 
    Does the LORD take delight in thousands of rams,
    In ten thousand rivers of oil?
    Shall I present my firstborn for my rebellious acts,
    The fruit of my body for the sin of my soul?
    He has told you, O man, what is good;
    And what does the LORD require of you
    But to do justice, to love kindness,
    And to walk humbly with your God?"

    Making a connection, about meeting requirements and following commandments.  Here's what Jesus Christ had to say about what God commands me to do in the gospel of Matthew.  This particular man who tried to give Jesus Christ a "pop quiz" was actually a top expert in the law.  Just imagine giving Jesus (God!!!) a pop quiz?  Hey, I'm a teacher and...uhhhh, no way! I would never even go there with the Greatest Teacher!

    Matthew 22:34-38 (NASB)
    But
    when the Pharisees heard that Jesus had silenced the Sadducees, they
    gathered themselves together.  One of them, a lawyer, asked Him a
    question, testing Him.  "Teacher, what is the great commandment in the
    Law?"  And He said to him, " 'YOU SHALL LOVE THE LORD YOUR GOD WITH ALL
    YOUR HEART, AND WITH ALL YOUR SOUL, AND WITH ALL YOUR MIND.' "This is
    the great and foremost commandment."

    Now here we go again with that word, love!  For the Almighty God that He always shows himself to be, I guess He could do many things to force me into loving Him.  That seems awkward because it seems too much like a coercive power, rather than a love.  God isn't forcing me with a bruteness to love him and follow His commands.  He wants me to respond to His love.   He lovingly gives me the choice and the responsibility to demonstrate ways to love Him.  So what is my response?  Does this mean that I am the one who needs to make decisions in order to show that I truly love God?  Does God know that I love Him?  He's the best at judging my heart.  He knows whether I carry out my decisions obediently, based on how I truly love Him.  He also knows if I'm just responding to Him in a stiff, legalistic kind of obedience.  I know that God wants me to love Him, with all I've got and all that it takes--the very best of me.

    Have I ever been carried away to do something for God not because it was my duty, nor because it was useful, nor because there was anything in it at all beyond the fact that I love Him. 
    -Oswald Chambers, My Utmost for His Highest

  • Costs of Challenging the National Board Certification

    On top of the $2500 fees to challenge the National Board Teacher Certification, there are other expenses that come with the territory.  If you are ever thinking about challenging it (which I highly recommend that you do, since you work terribly hard in the classroom anyway!!!), there are things that you might consider investing in.  Maybe I'm making this harder on myself than it really is--but it really is a big deal for me to do well on this.  Hoping that I pass! 

    Videotaping
    The school does have an old mini-camcorder, but the quality of the sound and the quality of the picture isn't so great.  It is also difficult to transfer the videos to DVD.  I am using a "super wowee" Sony digital video camcorder to record my lessons.  The little gadget is about the size of my palm--no, the last time I measured I learned that don't have very big hands!  The sound and picture quality is amazingly crystal clear.  The battery life is long.  The new camera is so easy to use and I can easily burn DVD's of my lessons to submit to the National Boards.  The videotapes are bought with my own money.   I pretty much have to just give in and take a little bit out of my own wallet to buy video tapes.  I plan to save all my videos to update my teaching portfolio, in case I want to make the jump outside of the great state of California to teach.  Who knows what the future may bring?

    Laptop and LCD Projector
    One thing that I do have a tight grip on is the use of technology to instruct my students.  Because of the Reading First grant, our school was given the opportunity to allow teachers to use brand new iBook laptops.  Did I mention that was way back in 2003!?!  My school-issued iBook is so old, I just let the kids use it for their own writing and internet research.  I just take my own PC laptop to work.  It's a pain trying to pack my laptop to and from school every day, but I find so much use out of it.  We have wireless internet on campus, hence I'm pretty much online during work hours, but I am blocked out of every site out there except Gmail....SHHHH!!

    Another thing I did last school year that was worth the investment was buying my own LCD projector to use for teaching.  I hated borrowing the school's projector because there weren't enough and it was so inconvenient to share with the teachers.  Having an LCD projector makes it so easy for me to create powerpoint presentations to open a new unit, to review content vocabulary words, to look up pictures on Google for English Language Development (ELD) students, to give students notes and lesson outlines, and to show educational DVD's and websites to the students.  It saves me so much time not to wait for the kids who are very slow in copying notes down from the board.  The notes are simply printed out.  When students are absent, I just print out notes that they missed.  I don't have to keep cutting out butcher paper to chart stuff and hang them onto the walls!

    Digital Camera
    I never leave for work without my digital camera.  I enjoy taking lots of pictures of classroom activity because it helps me reflect on my teaching.  The National Boards wants clear, convincing, concise writing.  Having a digital camera to take pictures of my students helps me write descriptively, and helps me remember more details that I wouldn't normally remember on a day-to-day, lesson-by-lesson basis. 
    The best thing about digital cameras is being able to capture great lesson ideas and student projects.  Instead of hanging onto student work samples and shoving them in the back of my file cabinet, I can easily just pull up the saved picture from my laptop and show the kids a sample.  Last of all, the digital camera forces me to update my teaching portfolio.  I have actual pictures of lessons, student work samples to back up my resume.

    Xanga Blogging
    It never hurts to have a Xanga account when you are challenging the National Board Certification.  I have been having many days when I come home totally tore-up from a hard day at work!  I think that teaching young kids is really tough mentally because you constantly have to make considerations to engage your students mentally, physically and emotionally.  When I come home from work, all I want to do that first hour is have a glass of ice cold water and put my feet up on the sofa to either read, or place my laptop on my stomach and just vent everything out on Xanga about how my day really went. Xanga is great therapy, of course I set my raw and juiciest blogs to "private".  I'll take a nap on the sofa, to keep myself from oversleeping.  If my cell phone rings, I don't bother answering it.  I don't even bother playing with my dog Chewie, no matter how cute he is.  As much of a social butterfly I am considered to be, the first hour of coming home after work is totally "Me Time".  After being surrounded by people all day and being pestered by needy kids, all I need is an hour to recollect myself.  Then I'm all good after that!

    Other Costs
    Plenty of times I sit down after work to write or revise my NBC entries, and then I draw either a complete blank or totally brain fart on answering the questions.  I do 2 hours of reviewing standards, planning lessons and writing for the NBC after work.  There are days when it's a slow process--the more I peck away at writing my reflections, the more I get stuck.  At that point of frustration, I pretty much just have to sweat out my ideas at the gym.  Lately people have been noticing how much weight I have dropped and how baggy my stretch jeans have been fitting on me.  Well, I don't think it has much to do with exercise because that was pretty much a normal routine.  My weight loss deals with having so much on my mind that I don't really have the time to eat large meals or go out with friends to dinner, lunch, etc.  I have been staying home a lot and going out less.  I haven't really met with my relatives on the weekends, and they love to get together and feast every Saturday and Sunday.  I skipped out on birthday parties.  I don't accept invitations to lunch, coffee and dinner. I am not available.  I retired myself from the Los Angeles night clubbing scene (unless it's karaoke, I know that I'm way too old for clubbing because I can't stand the blaring loud music and drunken antics!).  I even gave up shopping!    I basically don't have a life until April 2008.  Yeah, this is real shocking huh? 


    I'm now really close to being over my cold, and I feel so much better
    now.  Oh, thank God!  It's great to be 100% Liz again!  =)  I had to
    put a lot of things on hold because I felt weak for a couple days, but
    now I can resume all the stuff that I wanted to do.  I can taste all the good food that I couldn't taste.  I'm obsessing
    about the National Boards again, so forgive me if this isn't the blog
    you were looking forward to reading!

  • Looking Up to the Giants

    It's like Pleasantville at my school.  I think that the staff at my elementary school is the ideal staff to work with.  If there were three words that come to my mind about my staff it would be:  driven, supportive, and excellent.  I believe that the round-the-clock work ethic held by the teachers at my school in particular is highly contagious!  I'm not saying we're one big, perfect, happy family.  Of course there are issues, but for some reason we are able to communicate those issues before they become an unwanted catastrophe or transform into one catty soap-opera of a school year.

    Supportive
    Since I began teaching there back in 2001, our API scores have risen:  2005 it was 698, 2006 it was 740 and 2007 we climbed to 761.  Even though our school is situated in an at-risk and low socio-economic neighborhood, we were never on the list of being a Program Improvement School, deemed by the Federal No Child Left Behind laws.  The teachers at my school are tough and they'll fight, scratch and claw their way before getting a PI school label.  Everyday I come to work, I feel dwarfly humbled as I greet such "giant" teachers good morning.  They are giants in heart, in attitude, in classroom experience, in their dedication and in their willingness to nurture the more younger teachers like me.  It's so hard not to look up to them, and aspire to be like one of them.

    Here's an example of someone who I really admire as a teacher.  Carol, one of the veteran teachers always gives the best affirmations.  In the 2-story building, Carol's classroom is situated directly beneath mine.  We see each other often, because we pass by each other.  She teaches 3rd grade gifted and talented class, but she also works afterschool to teach reading intervention and English language development classes.  I know that she is an outstanding teacher who overflows with so much knowledge about education.  She is the ideal master teacher for any student teacher to work with.  I love her for "keeping it real" and keeping it very positive.  I never hear a complaint coming from her in all the years that I've been working with her!  Before the end of the 2006-2007 school year, Carol came up to me and congratulated me for being accepted into the UCLA Writing Project.  To be honest, I didn't think much of it.  I applied, and I got in!  It wasn't very difficult.  Carol, however, thought it was really big deal and gave me a lot of kind words.  Then last Friday, before I left campus, Carol again approached me and blessed me with words of affirmation because she knew that I was leading a workshop the following Saturday. 

    She also keeps tabs on my in-school activities such as teaching dance afterschool and for running the Health Education program.  Without me even knowing that Carol is keeping tabs on me,  she is following up on my professional accomplishments as an educator.  She shows confidence in me, as well as her support.  Now imagine someone as big as her, approaching a peon of a teacher like me in such a supportive way.  Whenever I encounter rough days, her encouragement makes me feel like a giant, also!  It's that kind of support from the more-experienced teachers that makes it motivating, as well as a pleasure to come to work.  What an inspiration it is to work, share and teach in the same school as Carol!

    This is what blows my mind away--there are plenty of other teachers working at my school who are just like Carol!  Having plenty of teachers like Carol, it is one of the major facets that changes the atmosphere and face of the whole school, no matter how challenging the conditions are beyond the school yard fences. 

  • So Rough, So Tough, So Dear

    Saturday was a pretty eventful day from the moment I woke up.  I had to be at UCLA by 7:30am to attend the writing conference.  It was nice to be able to sit through session one to watch another speaker present.  I would have to say that the first presentation on Project Glad was excellent.  I took copious notes and I will be implementing a lot of what I learned from Project Glad because my English language learning students need to access content vocabulary words to access the full curriculum that they are expected to master in the 5th grade. The 90-minute presentation was eaten quickly because the information presented was engaging and very useful!

    The second session, I was assigned to present in one of the smaller conference room at the UCLA Faculty Center.   I began setting up my laptop, LCD projector, samples of student work, display of my collection of books written by Eve Bunting, and charting paper. My presentation commenced on time, 10:45am.  Teachers filled up the small room by 10:46.  I counted about 20 in attendance, which isn't bad.  I'd rather have a small group!

    There were teachers from Texas and from Northern California.  There was also a lady that worked for a publishing company who came to the presentation.  She was really nice and she sat with me during lunch time.  I was quite happy to find out that they came from different places just to gain fresh ideas on how to address the needs of English language learners in the subject of writing.  My 90-minute presentation was broken up into short lectures, think-pair-share discussion, writing activities, presenting student work, read aloud and question & answer time.  I finished my workshop exactly on time!  Thank you by the way, for praying for me and this presentation.  I've been sick the whole week, but my voice did not fail me during the presentation.  Thank God for giving me a voice to talk!  WHEW!

    When I came home that Saturday afternoon, I didn't want to do anything work-related.  I just chilled and rested.  I took Tylenol PM to help me sleep better.


    By no means do I feel like a great teacher this year.  Usually, I have great things to say about my students.  This year, I'm trying to stay positive.  Sunday afternoon, I graded a stack of language arts assessments.  I felt really discouraged at first, seeing the results of the student assessments because their average scores were dismal.  I am still thinking of ways I can effectively group these EL learners so that they can get the most out of language instruction. 

    I really prayed for my students that afternoon, and I felt like I was on the verge of tears myself from a spirit of discouragement.  I fought it off though, by praying for my students and their parents.  Am I challenging the National Board Certification with this class?  I have to say I have a lot to say about my teaching as I reflect on my teaching strategies that work and what isn't working for my students. I know that some of the kids in my class are facing challenges far greater than not knowing their basic multiplication facts and phonics.  My heart goes out to all my students who are struggling in my class.  I hope they take heart and just give it their all!

    Just reading God's Word after grading a stack of failing assessments, to adjust my attitude...

    2 Peter 1:5-7
    Now for this very reason also, applying all
    diligence, in your faith supply moral excellence, and in your moral
    excellence, knowledge, and in your knowledge, self-control, and in your
    self-control, perseverance, and in your perseverance, godliness, and in
    your godliness, a brotherly kindness, and in your brotherly kindness,
    love.

    Proverbs 3:5-6
    Trust in the LORD with all your heart
    And do not lean on your own understanding.
    In all your ways acknowledge Him,
    And He will make your paths straight.

    Proverbs 16:3
    Commit your works to the LORD
    And your plans will be established.

    Proverbs 30:24-28
    Four things are small on the earth,
    But they are exceedingly wise;
    The ants are not a strong people,
    But they prepare their food in the summer;
    The shephanim are not mighty people,
    Yet they make their houses in the rocks;
    The locusts have no king,
    Yet all of them go out in ranks;
    The lizard you may grasp with the hands,
    Yet it is in kings' palaces.

  • Quick, Run for Cover!

    We live in a culture where men and women can more freely be around each other, and associate with each other in many different settings.  The only non-coed setting that readily comes to my mind where men and women have to be separated is the gym locker room and bathrooms, to give privacy and honor the physical difference between females and males.  For the most part, our culture isn't locked down by regulations when it comes to the sexes that perhaps many other cultures adopt and highly institutionalize.  There are times when I can see why some societies would do very extreme things to mark distinctions between male and females.  Regardless, I'm glad to experience this kind of freedom in our culture.  It can be a good thing, but within a certain context.  If the intentions are within the right boundaries, I even like how our culture allows acquaintanceships (and possibly allowing for friendships) to happen between men and women without it becoming deemed as malicious. 

    A declarative statement:  Yes, I am single and unmarried.  For men who don't know me well, it's hard for them to believe that I have managed to stay in this single status--not attached to a significant other, and not married to a spouse.   I have male friends who are single.  I also have a lot of male friends who are married or have girlfriends, and whose wives and girlfriends totally adore me.  I pose no threat to their significant others, which is very good that they see me as a trustworthy lady.  The ladies see that I am guardian of the friendship, and that's why I am able to maintain long-term friendships with both my male friends and their significant others.  My male friends all show me respect.  For the most part, most men whether I am a friend of theirs or not, treat me respectfully.  However, some men are untamed and draw messy boundaries.  I totally stay away from the untamed ones (this is a lesson that I learned in my early 20's, but that has been published in a whole separate entry)!

    Those types of boys, guys, and men who lack integrity and self-control are the ones that my mother and father warned me about since I was 10 years old.  First lesson from both of my old-school parents was not to engage myself in sexual maliciousness and not to get ever pregnant before marriage.  The second lesson from my parents was about how I have to discern how sincere a man's compliment is, to which some are
    sincere and some are not so sincere.  I was raised by my conservatively judicious
    mother and father who taught me to be distrustful of accepting compliments coming
    from some men. 

    There is a situation that I am in, which reminded me of Lesson #2.  There's someone I know who makes me feel very awkward.  No, he's not anyone particularly very close to me, and he isn't someone who is from my work.  He's just someone I don't know too well, but one who I casually bump into from time to time at social gatherings.  The reason why he makes me feel very awkward is because he will drop me lines.  As you already know, I am just very wary of men who drop me lines--period!  Put it this way, can you say "cock block" fast enough?  Ok, enough said.

    Whenever I know that he's around or if I know that he's coming, I find a groupie to mingle with to make the awkwardness dissipate. Sometimes groupie cliques are not so readily available for me to find shelter in.  Whenever I find myself in that situation, I duck and hide from him somewhere, as if someone had just threw an actively ticking grenade at my direction.  I remain proximally distant from him, and yet he would go out of his way just to say hello to me.  Scary, isn't it? 

    There is nothing that I do that might cause him to stumble.  I don't wear anything revealing to make his eye wander inappropriately.  I'm pretty much protected from any kind of blame because I know better than to mess around.  He finds me intriguing, which I can feel he wants me to sense from him.  Here are some of the lines that this man has dropped on me that made me
    feel uncomfortable, and it's come to the point that I don't want to be
    caught off-guard standing alone.

    "Liz, you're pretty in that dress" he said the first time.  I responded "Thank you," but I really didn't pay close attention.

    At another situation, in front of other people in a small group he said, "Liz is cute, don't you all agree?"

    Then there was another time when he said, "I gotta look good today because Liz is coming."  He said this in front of me and another person.  I tried to be nice and not cause a scene, but I felt really embarrassed.  Even if it was a joke, I there was something about it that I didn't find amusing.  I didn't acknowledge his foolishness, but instead I completely changed the topic of the conversation to something about work.

    There was this other time when I was by myself, he told me candidly, "Liz, you're looking so pretty today.  Damn, if I wasn't married  or nothing right now [points to his polished silver wedding band], we'd be out right now on a date."  I wasn't shocked that he would drop this line, it was too "ballzy" and inappropriate to say such things to me.  In retaliation, I said in a serious tone, "No, I'm not interested in dating you.  You already have a wife and she's given you children."  I just wasn't down with that, and I had to assert myself back at him!

    Will he ever pester me again with his almost-adulterous compliments?  I highly doubt it.  I think I got my point strongly across that he shouldn't be saying those things to me, because I definitely turned him back in the homeward-bound direction to help him realize that he's married with kids.  If he's got really keen intelligence, he should never bring this up to me and to anyone else, again.  He needs to save face.

    After saying my piece, it's not my problem to worry about anymore.  It should have never been my problem to begin with!  Unfortunately, I think it's an awful shame for his wife to be married to this kind of a man!  Should I ever marry and have a husband of my own, I would never want my husband to approach other women in this awkwardly flirtatious manner.  Oh, HELL NO...my man better know how self-regulate!

  • The Teaching of Writing in General

    It was really nice to be invited by the director of UCLA Writing Project to lead a writing workshop for educators.  I'm glad to be able to share, but I'm also really nervous even though I've already rehearsed my powerpoint presentation.  I even stepped out for a little bit to get my handouts copied.  Hence, this is why I'm up blogging past 1am!

    The topic that I will be presenting tomorrow morning from 10:15-11:30am in the Graduate School of Education building is called "The Heritage Narrative".  Because I work so closely with students who are immigrants from different countries, I really try to give the kids a chance to write about something that they are "natural experts" in.  Fortunately, this experience in working with English language learning students has given me many creative ideas to help students develop many English writing skills within the context of highlighting their family customs and traditions. 

    By no means do I even think of myself as an expert in the teaching of writing!  All the ideas and activities that I will be presenting at tomorrow's writing workshop is pretty much a collection of successful, and mostly unsuccessful lesson strategies on writing that I've accumulated over the past 7 years of my teaching experience. 

    I'd have to say that out of all the academic subjects to teach, writing is the most difficult subject for teachers to teach and for students to grasp comfortably.  In order for one to write on any given topic, the writer must build enough substantial content and develop good reasoning and critical thinking skills to be able to come up with a solid piece of writing.  It also takes a writer to be open to other people's comments and to be willing to work on multiple revisions.  I always tell my kids that the best part of the writing process is the revision stage.   The process, not the product.  The journey, not the destination.

    I enjoy my students this year, especially, because they really hated writing in the beginning.  Now that I've been working with them for the past month, and almost going on 2 months, the kids are so willing to persevere in their writing.  I never throw away their scribbles.  I love showing them the comparisons between their "scribble-scrabbling" back in September and their actual writing in November.  It's a huge difference, and the difference is devoting time for Writer's Workshop.  It's great for the kids, but it's a terrible stress on me to facilitate because there's no easy way to run a Writer's Workshop.  It's ok though, even if I am overworked by it!  It's what the kids need, and I don't mind being exhausted commenting on their writing!

    Anyone can write good, but not everyone is a good writer--not without a habitual attitude of perseverance!

  • SO PUMPKINNED OUT

    The best way for me to relax in the afternoon is to workout to burn the
    stress off, and then take a long shower.  Listen to soothing music,
    especially R&B is part of my daily ME time routine.  Unfortunately, not a
    whole lot of R&B artist out there put out positive, clean, and
    uplifting music, but  Amel Larrieux's
    singing is so charming!  I love listening to her after work.  Being at
    work for Halloween (with a classroom full of rambunctious kids) made me feel so worn-out.  Having this "ME Time"
    routine helps!


    When the school year hits Halloween Day, I already know that the weeks
    of 2007 will whirlwind past me.  I'm looking at my calendar posted
    right in front of me.  November is such a short work month with 2
    holidays embedded into the month--Veterans Day and Thanksgiving. 
    December is even shorter!  It's always really busy both months as I
    tally grades and give quarter assessments, hold parent conferences and
    handing out 1st trimester report cards.  Oh, there goes the rest of
    2007!

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    Honestly, being sick and still not having my voice back has made me
    slip into an anti-Halloween mood this year.  It is so meaningless to me
    this year, so frivolous for me to spend money, time and energy on it. 
    I was invited to 2 Halloween parties and I responded a "No" to both of
    them.  I didn't dress up for Halloween.  I didn't throw a nice party
    for the kids like I usually do.  I didn't do a Halloween apple carving
    art project that I would traditionally do every year.  I don't want to
    see another jack-o-lantern after tomorrow.  I took down and forced all
    the kids to take home whatever art project that was related to
    Halloween. I didn't give my students the "full" Halloween classroom
    experience.  I'm not living up to my reputation of being the "coolest
    teacher" this year.  Sorry kids!

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    No worries, I'll make it up to them on Thanksgiving.  It's a way better holiday to be spirited about, anyway!

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    Sweets and Candy Count: 

    • 1 snack sized peanut M&M
    • 3 Ferrero Rocher chocolate hazelnut truffles
    • 1 chocolate cupcake
    • 1 vanilla cupcake
    • 1 small Nestle Crunch bar

    ...Oh my, I'm so "PUMPKINNED OUT"!