Four months ago, I posted about my first day at FHSC. Yesterday was my last day there.
To be cliche, it was both a great relief and a little bit sad. There were hard days, and difficult classes, but I enjoyed working in my passion area so much that it was all worthwhile. Although I still think I'm far from being a natural, I think my time there has given me the world of experience and boosted my "teacherness" so much. Here's hoping!
Friday, 23 November 2007
Sunday, 18 November 2007
Timing is everything
Have you ever tried to tell a really funny joke, but rushed to the punchline too early? Ever tried to deliver a talk on a very important issue, but taken too long to get to the point and lost the impact? Ever mangled a musical piece by playing at an ill-fitting tempo? Ever needed to tell someone something, but lost the moment?
Timing is everything.
A well-timed joke is hilarious, a well-paced flow of speech is powerful, the tempo of a piece gives it feeling, and a timely word can change a life.
Timing is everything.
My life may be bustling with things that I 'do', but I'm really not in a rush. Some people want to rush from one experience to the next, or achieve a range of life goals in their own designated time frame. But I want life to the fullest in every nuance. I want the hilarious, not just the funny. I want the powerful, not just the monotonous. I want passion, not just noise. I want life change, not just missed opportunities.
Timing is everything.
I believe it's God's timing that makes the difference, that takes life up a notch. Like a captivatingly told story, or an artfully orchestrated suspense scene, God's plan for our lives is one of perfect timings. People sometimes ask what I'm waiting for ("You're 21 and still living at home?!"). But I'm playing to a different tempo. I don't just want to submit to God's ideas for my life, but His timing for them too. I want the style of my life to be con brio, but the tempo is up to God.
Timing is everything.
A well-timed joke is hilarious, a well-paced flow of speech is powerful, the tempo of a piece gives it feeling, and a timely word can change a life.
Timing is everything.
My life may be bustling with things that I 'do', but I'm really not in a rush. Some people want to rush from one experience to the next, or achieve a range of life goals in their own designated time frame. But I want life to the fullest in every nuance. I want the hilarious, not just the funny. I want the powerful, not just the monotonous. I want passion, not just noise. I want life change, not just missed opportunities.
Timing is everything.
I believe it's God's timing that makes the difference, that takes life up a notch. Like a captivatingly told story, or an artfully orchestrated suspense scene, God's plan for our lives is one of perfect timings. People sometimes ask what I'm waiting for ("You're 21 and still living at home?!"). But I'm playing to a different tempo. I don't just want to submit to God's ideas for my life, but His timing for them too. I want the style of my life to be con brio, but the tempo is up to God.
Thursday, 15 November 2007
Today is the day
Today I did my last exam for third year and am officially on uni holidays like everyone else!
If only it were school holidays, too... time to start my reports.
If only it were school holidays, too... time to start my reports.
Friday, 9 November 2007
Today is not the day
Today, most of my friends completed the third year of our course (some have even finished uni for good!). Not so for me (no, I did not fail!). I have to keep slogging it out for a little while yet, so don't party too hard without me, guys!
To think we're all going up into big, grown-up fourth year next year. Scary!
To think we're all going up into big, grown-up fourth year next year. Scary!
Sunday, 28 October 2007
Update
It was time I updated my blog, made it a little more trendy. You can see the new additions in very bright and obvious colours above and on the sidebar. Now you'll be able to check out what the time is where I am and when I'm due home in Australia. They also serve as a subliminal promotion of healthy eating.
In other news, MSTIE is finally over, with the final components being handed in tomorrow. Yay!
In other news, MSTIE is finally over, with the final components being handed in tomorrow. Yay!
Saturday, 20 October 2007
MSTIE 2
The second week of MSTIE is over, and we're all counting down the five days left until the end of another prac. Don't get me wrong, I am enjoying it. I'm loving the team-teaching and the chance to teach an on-going topic. But working under someone else (the supervisor) with limited scope (one specific topic) can get tiring. Probably the worst thing about pracs is the added pressure of trying to impress and be professional so you can score a job in the future (you don't have that pressure once you've landed one!).
Some days I think the people who come back beaming and gushing how they love prac must be from another planet. I used to think I must be the weird one; the teacher-in-training not enjoying the training-for-teaching. I know I'm not a 'natural' unfortunately. But having my own 'classroom' at Flora Hill is a completely different story to prac, which gives me hope that I'm not unteacherlike after all.
I guess the people who 'love prac' to such an extreme are also the ones who think that report writing isn't so hard, the holidays are longer than everyone else's, and teachers are appallingly underpaid.
Some days I think the people who come back beaming and gushing how they love prac must be from another planet. I used to think I must be the weird one; the teacher-in-training not enjoying the training-for-teaching. I know I'm not a 'natural' unfortunately. But having my own 'classroom' at Flora Hill is a completely different story to prac, which gives me hope that I'm not unteacherlike after all.
I guess the people who 'love prac' to such an extreme are also the ones who think that report writing isn't so hard, the holidays are longer than everyone else's, and teachers are appallingly underpaid.
Monday, 15 October 2007
I need a secretary
Busy, busy, busy! Do you ever feel like you're really busy just because you have to make a series of phone calls (or am I just weird)? Some days I feel it would be nice to have a personal secretary; someone who takes my calls, photocopies my worksheets, arranges my schedule, makes things happen. Some days I realise I already have 'secretaries' in my life! Where would we be without those people who look out for us?
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