my last blog had been last november of 2009, its the middle of 2010 now and have decided to brush up on my writing again..
i went back to school you see, to college for i never finished it. all of my siblings including our youngest are graduates. so i decided to finish my course which is nursing.
way back then, i was a bit anxious...but not for the same reason i had when i was a young freshman. my anxiety came from the fact that this time around im way older from the other students, im even older than most of my professors. but i braved that fact and went back to 3rd year college.
it was the same and it was not.
school was still the same, they still got rules, classes that you have to hurry to, students factions was still strong, and like before, school was pretty much boring i had to admit.
it was different coz their rules were bent for me most of the time, being viewed as an oldie had its rewards ;), i didnt need to hurry up to classes for they were more lenient to the older students...meaning me, student factions didn't interest me and it was still boring coz, like way back, i didnt have to strive hard to pass, it was pretty much laid back. Duty was the same, when i was younger and in second year, i learn procedures, i make mistakes, i learn competencies in the procedures, cases was still the same, i still see blood, pain and misery when patients are involved, trying to gain their trust that we were there to help inspite of the fact that we were student was still a long process. learning not to be irate when the clinical instructors slips up (mind you, a lot of C.I.s do make mistakes, they just pretend that they didnt), and a lot lot lot...and a lot more.
the nursing course is a complex one, but a boring one for me, i must admit i was looking for more than just duties, homeworks and classes. i was hoping to be compassionate, tender and all the bs that comes with sudying to be a nurse...but its not there...it seems sooo clinical..lol
maybe this is because we are left to our own devices, the C.I. that we're under seldom teach...i can count with my one hand the number of them who actually devoted time to explain a procedure or a case, or its implication. i for one had to read up just to understand what i was doing.
i still have to meet a C.I. whose dedication and passion is infectious, maybe someday...if i wish hard enough on a shooting star....YEAH RIGHT!
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Friday, November 6, 2009
like mother, like daughter
My second daughter writes for the school paper like my eldest daughter. Just want to immortalize her work. This is her article!
“St. Therese teachers DO NOT know how to TEACH!”
That’s right! You heard me, St. Therese teachers DO NOT know how to teach!!! They absolutely suck at teaching!
Hey you didn’t let me finish. But I won’t take anything back! Wait, before you expel me, let me explain what I meant… they don’t know how to teach like most school teachers do, what they are, are teachers who” impart” that any student will be lucky to study along and learn with!
Well maybe some of you readers don’t know what the word “impart” means. Well there’s a HUGE difference in a teacher who “teaches” and a teacher who “imparts”, first lets explain teaching! Teaching is a job where you talk about lesson, make students do activities and tell them the rights and wrongs whenever in school. You may think that’s exactly what the teachers or properly say” imparters” of st. Therese do, right! Well I just gotta say that:
You’re dead wrong!
Let’s explain imparting shall we! Teacher WHO impart talk about the lessons AND make sure the student understand! Make students do activities AND have fun at the same time! Tell them the rights and wrongs whenever in school AND guide them for the future and outside the home’s and school’s sacred haven! You see what I mean? They actually enjoy what they are doing and treat their students like their own children. They have time for each and every one of us! They make sure that you’ll grow up to be the best you CAN be! So it’s like this, a teacher who teaches treats you as a student. A teacher who imparts treats you as their child!
If you’re reading this, you are most likely to be a theresian student! So value those said IMPARTERS! Because in this world of selfishness… a real teacher who imparts is hard to get by these days… so in conclusion there St. Therese teachers DO NOT know how to teach …..
“Because St. Therese teachers are so great, they only know how to impart …”
“St. Therese teachers DO NOT know how to TEACH!”
That’s right! You heard me, St. Therese teachers DO NOT know how to teach!!! They absolutely suck at teaching!
Hey you didn’t let me finish. But I won’t take anything back! Wait, before you expel me, let me explain what I meant… they don’t know how to teach like most school teachers do, what they are, are teachers who” impart” that any student will be lucky to study along and learn with!
Well maybe some of you readers don’t know what the word “impart” means. Well there’s a HUGE difference in a teacher who “teaches” and a teacher who “imparts”, first lets explain teaching! Teaching is a job where you talk about lesson, make students do activities and tell them the rights and wrongs whenever in school. You may think that’s exactly what the teachers or properly say” imparters” of st. Therese do, right! Well I just gotta say that:
You’re dead wrong!
Let’s explain imparting shall we! Teacher WHO impart talk about the lessons AND make sure the student understand! Make students do activities AND have fun at the same time! Tell them the rights and wrongs whenever in school AND guide them for the future and outside the home’s and school’s sacred haven! You see what I mean? They actually enjoy what they are doing and treat their students like their own children. They have time for each and every one of us! They make sure that you’ll grow up to be the best you CAN be! So it’s like this, a teacher who teaches treats you as a student. A teacher who imparts treats you as their child!
If you’re reading this, you are most likely to be a theresian student! So value those said IMPARTERS! Because in this world of selfishness… a real teacher who imparts is hard to get by these days… so in conclusion there St. Therese teachers DO NOT know how to teach …..
“Because St. Therese teachers are so great, they only know how to impart …”
different type of dance
I’m doing my “finish payment dance”! Yey! Just today, my credit card bill came and I found out I singly finish paying one of my credit card debt. Me and my hubby got 5 cards, I am responsible to take care of 3 cards, since I am the one with a business. So my debt is P100,000 lighter now. Wooohooo! Feels really incredible. If everything goes really well, I’ll be able to pay everything before May, and then I could pay my siblings by June. That means by July, I’ll be able to hold on to my earnings and give my youngest daughter that dream birthday bash she had been asking for a year now. Darn it, it’s hard to type while dancing. Hahahaha!
The only let down is, my eldest daughter’s debut is coming up, I promised her two years ago I would give her a bash, now I don’t know how to keep that promise, it’s like a month away. Bummer! If only I could sell my fat tissues, I’ll be rich. Time to use my head, how to produce in a month time enough cash for her party.
But for now, I’ gonna finish my dance….woot…woot!
The only let down is, my eldest daughter’s debut is coming up, I promised her two years ago I would give her a bash, now I don’t know how to keep that promise, it’s like a month away. Bummer! If only I could sell my fat tissues, I’ll be rich. Time to use my head, how to produce in a month time enough cash for her party.
But for now, I’ gonna finish my dance….woot…woot!
Maslow forgot this.
They say love makes the world go round, but money comes close. In this day and age, it’s already a necessity. Gone are the customs where in you ask a neighbor for a free veggie or fruit from their backyard, or even the concept of a veggie/fruit garden, thanks to today’s environment, owning a garden is actually hard. Nowadays, you cannot pay for anything with chickens or patola. It’s always CASH or CARD.
So it is a necessity to teach our kids how to get money. I’ve tried to teach them the best I know how, so far they are responding well. Composing a check list with them was really fun. It turned out to be a compromise rather than a rule.
1. Learn to understand how to management money. Spending and earning is not the only thing to think about when it comes to money management.
2. Learn the pitfalls of credit cards, don’t get more than two.
3. Practice simple business when you're eight years old until you finish high school.
4. If you want something, work for it, don’t ask for a gift, unless you’re below eight years old or it’s your birthday or Christmas.
5. Study well, get good grades, not necessarily very high grades unless you really want to, and get a high paying job.
6. Set up your own business, when it fails, try again and again.
7. Once you succeed in business, build another successful one, and another, and another….
8. Invest in properties, lots of it, especially if you are planning a big family, that way your kids don’t have to rent out all their life.
9. Retire early then do more business.
10. Always have medical/health money set aside.
11. Stay together, no matter what happens in the future, you are to stay together and help one another, unless you want me in your face all the time, and I don’t care who started it, everyone is going to face the wall, TOGETHER. This rule doesn’t die with me, because like I’ve said, I’ll haunt you and you’ll never hear the end of it.
We also concluded the list is not finish yet, for one it was fun to make and I feel this list would evolve soon. Plus they can never deny we made this list coz I put this here, until internet is gone, this list is here to stay.
So it is a necessity to teach our kids how to get money. I’ve tried to teach them the best I know how, so far they are responding well. Composing a check list with them was really fun. It turned out to be a compromise rather than a rule.
1. Learn to understand how to management money. Spending and earning is not the only thing to think about when it comes to money management.
2. Learn the pitfalls of credit cards, don’t get more than two.
3. Practice simple business when you're eight years old until you finish high school.
4. If you want something, work for it, don’t ask for a gift, unless you’re below eight years old or it’s your birthday or Christmas.
5. Study well, get good grades, not necessarily very high grades unless you really want to, and get a high paying job.
6. Set up your own business, when it fails, try again and again.
7. Once you succeed in business, build another successful one, and another, and another….
8. Invest in properties, lots of it, especially if you are planning a big family, that way your kids don’t have to rent out all their life.
9. Retire early then do more business.
10. Always have medical/health money set aside.
11. Stay together, no matter what happens in the future, you are to stay together and help one another, unless you want me in your face all the time, and I don’t care who started it, everyone is going to face the wall, TOGETHER. This rule doesn’t die with me, because like I’ve said, I’ll haunt you and you’ll never hear the end of it.
We also concluded the list is not finish yet, for one it was fun to make and I feel this list would evolve soon. Plus they can never deny we made this list coz I put this here, until internet is gone, this list is here to stay.
Thursday, October 29, 2009
The second sister
The very first memory I have of her was when we were in Tanauan. I was visiting my parents then, was so young and had a fever. She was checking me out for mom was freaking out when she saw a little bit of blood in my vomit. She easily persuaded mom that everything was okay.
After that, all my memory of her was that she worked in the states, occasionally calling and occasionally visiting the Philippines. Our eldest, would tell me all about her, at that point, I always believed her. She was supposedly a sister of mine, who was working hard in the states. A sister who was devoted in helping all of her siblings, a sister, who my parents were using, a sister who had a little control of the family because she was earning more than anyone, a sister who was also helping us out so I was in no way supposed to piss her off. Back then, I get to talk to her on the phone or get a letter once in awhile, she sounded different to my big confusion, she always asked about how I was doing, and the only orders I got from her was to get my grades up. Our eldest had this thing, being soft spoken but deadly, saying one thing but acting the opposite, so I figured maybe the other one was the same. I always thought, that instead of telling me I had to follow her directives because she was capable of stuff, it would have gone better if people would had just asked me to respect her as a sister. But then again, we are talking about me here, I think I would still rebel that hard, only if I was told to respect her instead of fear her, I would had have someone to actually talk to about the problems I had. But that’s the past now, getting to know her was hard at first, I realized who she really was when my husband tried to point out what was real, and what was not. I had only been able to know her thru my husband’s eyes, which was a real “eye” opener so to speak.
I had concluded that this sister of mine is as complex as anyone I know, yes opinionated to a fault, a control freak when it comes to her siblings, as head strong as me when she thinks she is right, a total workaholic and a lot more, the only difference is that, no matter how she is, specially with us, its because a part of the reason why she does these things is because she cares for us, the other part, I honestly can say I’m still trying to figure out. It is just nice that the myths had been separated from what is real.
Don’t get me wrong, I firmly believe she is crazy sometimes, most of the time she is sane, being older gives her more power over her younger siblings I guess, but I would never EVER discount the fact that she truly loves us, no matter who we are, and what we are, that’s why she is crazily overprotective.
One thing though, I am still discovering who she is, I still get surprise when she does the complete opposite of what I was told, like the preconditioned idea of her , and what I am discovering about her, I honestly truly love.
After that, all my memory of her was that she worked in the states, occasionally calling and occasionally visiting the Philippines. Our eldest, would tell me all about her, at that point, I always believed her. She was supposedly a sister of mine, who was working hard in the states. A sister who was devoted in helping all of her siblings, a sister, who my parents were using, a sister who had a little control of the family because she was earning more than anyone, a sister who was also helping us out so I was in no way supposed to piss her off. Back then, I get to talk to her on the phone or get a letter once in awhile, she sounded different to my big confusion, she always asked about how I was doing, and the only orders I got from her was to get my grades up. Our eldest had this thing, being soft spoken but deadly, saying one thing but acting the opposite, so I figured maybe the other one was the same. I always thought, that instead of telling me I had to follow her directives because she was capable of stuff, it would have gone better if people would had just asked me to respect her as a sister. But then again, we are talking about me here, I think I would still rebel that hard, only if I was told to respect her instead of fear her, I would had have someone to actually talk to about the problems I had. But that’s the past now, getting to know her was hard at first, I realized who she really was when my husband tried to point out what was real, and what was not. I had only been able to know her thru my husband’s eyes, which was a real “eye” opener so to speak.
I had concluded that this sister of mine is as complex as anyone I know, yes opinionated to a fault, a control freak when it comes to her siblings, as head strong as me when she thinks she is right, a total workaholic and a lot more, the only difference is that, no matter how she is, specially with us, its because a part of the reason why she does these things is because she cares for us, the other part, I honestly can say I’m still trying to figure out. It is just nice that the myths had been separated from what is real.
Don’t get me wrong, I firmly believe she is crazy sometimes, most of the time she is sane, being older gives her more power over her younger siblings I guess, but I would never EVER discount the fact that she truly loves us, no matter who we are, and what we are, that’s why she is crazily overprotective.
One thing though, I am still discovering who she is, I still get surprise when she does the complete opposite of what I was told, like the preconditioned idea of her , and what I am discovering about her, I honestly truly love.
Touching base
I recently reconnected with people I know in my past. The memories I have with most of these people are good. I’ve seen them all grown up now, with families and careers. I also see them living all over the world that makes me proud to know them. Their dreams when we were smaller had evolved and so had they.
As for some of them, my last memory of them are hurtful, and guess what, I am the one doing the hurting way back then. In spite of this past, to my huge relief, they have gracefully forgiven me for my transgressions, which made them saints to my eyes. So just a few days ago, I decided to touch base and find all former friends and ask for them to exonerate me. Again, lo and behold, almost all of them did.
To the ones who haven’t yet, I will be looking forward when they do decide to be merciful, but for now I am content that I was able to ask them. I’m really lucky to have found these frenemies and have been able to apologize. At least now, I could sleep a little bit better than before. Not that I wasn’t sleeping better before, just more betterer now! Hahaha!
now if only asking for forgiveness is that easy with loved ones, just how to go about it, hmmm, scary, can't convey what i really want to say. time to think really hard.
As for some of them, my last memory of them are hurtful, and guess what, I am the one doing the hurting way back then. In spite of this past, to my huge relief, they have gracefully forgiven me for my transgressions, which made them saints to my eyes. So just a few days ago, I decided to touch base and find all former friends and ask for them to exonerate me. Again, lo and behold, almost all of them did.
To the ones who haven’t yet, I will be looking forward when they do decide to be merciful, but for now I am content that I was able to ask them. I’m really lucky to have found these frenemies and have been able to apologize. At least now, I could sleep a little bit better than before. Not that I wasn’t sleeping better before, just more betterer now! Hahaha!
now if only asking for forgiveness is that easy with loved ones, just how to go about it, hmmm, scary, can't convey what i really want to say. time to think really hard.
Monday, October 26, 2009
The third
My bro the engineer is one of the people I most admire. Don’t get me wrong, I will also talk about my other great siblings, and I admire them too, but for now, let me talk about my bro. again let me say he is a great engineer, very quite, opinionated, often moody, artistic, constantly a realist. That’s how I perceived him when I was younger.
When we grew up, he change just a bit, still a realist, still moody, opinionate – even more so, artistic - I don’t know about that no more, and he is not quite anymore, maybe because he met my sister-in-law, let me just say he bloomed under her ministration.
Like my other siblings, he was blessed with a great mind, I often said to myself that he can calculate faster than superman, but I guess, he should be being an engineer and superman was known to be faster than a speeding bullet not great in numbers, in fact he was just a journalist. He was great in numbers, he tried to teach me, but I guess he wasn’t a teacher of a wandering mind; he couldn’t impart his greatness to me back in high school. When he took his board, there was no surprise that he placed very high, at that time when everyone was congratulating him, I was wondering to myself, duh! Didn’t anyone but me expected him to place. Then I realized, he questioned himself back then. And looking back, he often question himself, a lot, maybe this is the pitfall of an intelligent man, I wouldn’t know, I am good at school but not like the caliber of my siblings.
And of all my siblings, I talk to him the least. Maybe because, when we were growing up, I made his life more miserable being connected to me. I could understand his misery of being a big brother to me especially. I just wished he understood why I was such in that state. I never asked him if he really understood, even in the present tense. But having his kind of mind, I think he had came to a conclusion, I don’t know if it’s a good conclusion or not, but whatever it is, I hope he’ll love me as much as I do him, anyway who wouldn’t love a misguided relative, a younger sister at that.
For now, my greatest worry of him is his health, as I’ve said, of all of my siblings; I talk to him the least. We sometimes talk, awkwardly, but at least talk, its hard to outright ask him about his health, especially when we almost know nothing about each other now. At least, I could outright ask God to keep him healthy.
Keep safe bro!
When we grew up, he change just a bit, still a realist, still moody, opinionate – even more so, artistic - I don’t know about that no more, and he is not quite anymore, maybe because he met my sister-in-law, let me just say he bloomed under her ministration.
Like my other siblings, he was blessed with a great mind, I often said to myself that he can calculate faster than superman, but I guess, he should be being an engineer and superman was known to be faster than a speeding bullet not great in numbers, in fact he was just a journalist. He was great in numbers, he tried to teach me, but I guess he wasn’t a teacher of a wandering mind; he couldn’t impart his greatness to me back in high school. When he took his board, there was no surprise that he placed very high, at that time when everyone was congratulating him, I was wondering to myself, duh! Didn’t anyone but me expected him to place. Then I realized, he questioned himself back then. And looking back, he often question himself, a lot, maybe this is the pitfall of an intelligent man, I wouldn’t know, I am good at school but not like the caliber of my siblings.
And of all my siblings, I talk to him the least. Maybe because, when we were growing up, I made his life more miserable being connected to me. I could understand his misery of being a big brother to me especially. I just wished he understood why I was such in that state. I never asked him if he really understood, even in the present tense. But having his kind of mind, I think he had came to a conclusion, I don’t know if it’s a good conclusion or not, but whatever it is, I hope he’ll love me as much as I do him, anyway who wouldn’t love a misguided relative, a younger sister at that.
For now, my greatest worry of him is his health, as I’ve said, of all of my siblings; I talk to him the least. We sometimes talk, awkwardly, but at least talk, its hard to outright ask him about his health, especially when we almost know nothing about each other now. At least, I could outright ask God to keep him healthy.
Keep safe bro!
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