Write On · Write On 3 THINGS YOU DO NOT KNOW ABOUT YOUR TEACHERS. ISSUE 21, TERM 1 2015 !!...
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Write On 3 THINGS YOU DO NOT KNOW ABOUT YOUR TEACHERS.
ISSUE 21, TERM 1 2015 3. Even teachers have our teachers. There are close to a hundred teachers in Bukit Batok Secondary School. I can assure you that each one of us has at least one teacher that we deeply respect and admire. No ma;er how well we research our subjects or prepare our lessons, we s?ll (consciously or unconsciously) think about how ‘Mr or Mrs So-‐and-‐So’ would have done it be;er. There are and will always be teachers who are be;er at discipline, classroom management, subject-‐related exper?se and mastery or even work/life balance. No ma;er how experienced or expert we become, there will always be at least one other teacher who we feel is so much be;er than we are. We oKen go to them for advice. Some?mes, it is through the official programmes that the school sets up for us; where older teachers guide younger ones along. Very oKen however, we just have our heart to heart talks in the canteen, library or aKer hours at a coffee shop. Some of our trusted ‘Teaching idols’ are indeed older and wiser. Some?mes, it happens that fresh graduate teachers have ?ps, tricks and incredibly helpful advice too. Everyone benefits from humble aRtudes and a willingness to learn from others! Just as there is more to you than your teachers see in school, you must keep an open mind about your teachers too. We might not be as perfect as we want to be, but we are a lot more interes?ng than you think we are. Have a great day.
In between marking papers and seRng examina?ons, teachers keep themselves awake at night by worrying about how to help certain students in their classes. Married teachers experience slightly less sleep because of our familial responsibili?es. Married teachers with young children are even worse off. What does this mean? Teachers account for more sales of coffee than you know. If not for caffeine and iron-‐strong wills, there would far more grouchy teachers in your class than you know! Every ?me we see students sleeping in class, we wonder about whether you stayed up working on your homework or if you were online gaming in the early hours. Whatever the case is, try not to complain that we do not empathise because however li;le rest you get, we get even less!
1. We sleep a lot less than you do.
Many students are rudely awakened by the alarm clock in the wee hours of the morning. They have to call on all their strength to get out of bed and to school. Yet, once students are in school, something strange happens. Why is it that when the bell for the last lesson has gone, so many students s?ll find some excuse or other to linger in school? They can return home or go out with their friends but they choose to stay in school. It seems strange, does it not? Have you no?ced how many teachers remain aKer school hours? I can assure you that not all of us are seRng papers or mee?ng parents. We somehow find ourselves remaining in school because we feel like there is more that we could do for our students; even when there are very few students leK in school. We are always hoping that one of you would approach us for consulta?on or to discuss how to improve in our subject.
2. We share a peculiar behaviour with our students.
3 THINGS YOU DO NOT KNOW ABOUT YOUR TEACHERS.
There are close to a hundred teachers in Bukit Batok Secondary School. I can assure you that each teacher has at least one other teacher that we deeply respect and admire. No ma;er how well we research our subjects or prepare our lessons, we s?ll (consciously or unconsciously) think about how ‘Mr or Mrs So-‐and-‐So’ would have done it be;er. There are and will always be teachers who are be;er at discipline, classroom management, subject-‐related exper?se and mastery or even work/life balance. No ma;er how experienced or expert we become, there will always be at least one other teacher who we feel is so much be;er than we are. We oKen go to them for advice. Some?mes, it is through the official programmes that the school sets up for us; where older teachers guide younger ones along. Very oKen however, we just have our heart to heart talks in the canteen, library or aKer hours at a coffee shop. Some of our trusted ‘Teaching idols’ are indeed older and wiser. Some?mes, it happens that fresh graduate teachers have ?ps, tricks and incredibly helpful advice too. Everyone benefits from humble aRtudes and a willingness to learn from others! Just as there is more to you than your teachers see in school, you must keep an open mind about your teachers too. We might not be as perfect as we want to be, but we are a lot more interes?ng than you think. Have a great day.
3. Even teachers have our teachers.
ABANDONED “Don’t leave me here!” I could vividly hear myself wailing, hands outstretched, trying to will the two fading silhoue;es before me to come back. “Don’t… abandon… me…” I sat up on my rickety bed, sobbing and hiccupping, hot tears flowing down my cheeks. The room I was plunged into total darkness, save for a few streaks of moonlight penetra?ng the lone, grimy window stuck to one of the whitewashed walls. The room was filled with the cacophony of snoring children, all around my age, sleeping on iden?cal bunk beds that seemed ready to collapse any ?me. This place was a living hellhole, I thought, staring in disgust at everything in the ?ny, claustrophobic room I was in. It is all right, though. I just have to endure this for a while longer, and my parents would come back to retrieve me from this fe?d mess of an orphanage. I used to live in a huge mansion with Daddy and Mummy. Gardens flanked the building’s sides, filled with rows of mul?-‐coloured, vibrant flowers; all of which Mummy had flown in from all sorts of exo?c countries. There were servants and butlers to cater to my every whim, and I had a governess to educate me thrice a week. Daddy oKen came back home late, and according to Mummy, it was because he was a business tycoon. Every weekend, my parents and I would go out to the city, which was a short distance away from our home, and we would have fun for the en?re day. I s?ll remember the smiles on their faces then.
I am not sure when everything began to go downhill. I had only begun to realise that something was slightly off when Daddy had told me that my governess would not be coming in to teach me anymore. Whenever I asked either of my parents what was going on, they would tell me not to worry. One morning, Mummy came into my room, eyes red-‐rimmed, a strained frown marring her delicate features, and handed me a luggage case. She told me to pack some clothes and my favourite items. I followed her instruc?ons like a lamb, not bothering to ques?on why I had to do so. I trusted Mummy implicitly. Mummy loaded my case into our limousine – the only one leK-‐ and drove off. Never had I expected our des?na?on to be the orphanage. That was when all the nightly discussions about me began to make sense. “No, Mummy!” I had screeched, as Mummy forcefully dragged me into the shambling building full of s?nking children and yelling caretakers; a far cry from the home I knew. Once we were in the building, Mummy knelt in front of me, tears forming in her eyes, and said that I would only have to stay in here for a while. She and Daddy would come back to take me home, they would not abandon me. They would not abandon me to fend for myself, would they?
-‐ Beryl Tan (3S1)
UNWANTED I began life in one of the countless back alleys in China. Born to a mother of three girls, my mother took one look at me and ordered for me to be sent away. Hours later, I would be found on the doorsteps of the province’s only orphanage of girls, in a ra;an basket with only a thin piece of cloth to protect my ?ny body from the elements. The orphanage was overcrowded, and food was scarce. There was never enough to fill our hollow bellies and I suffered terribly from hunger pangs. I shared a room with twenty other girls; all of us crammed onto bug-‐ridden ma;resses or on the floor. My clothes were hand-‐me-‐downs from what seemed like thirty years ago; just enough pieces of cloth s?tched together to protect my modesty. One could only image how thrilled I was when I heard that a couple had adopted me, and I could finally leave the orphanage and start life anew. My foster parents picked me up from the orphanage, with promises of new clothes, good food and a warm bed. They told me that they were looking forward to taking care of me and even said that they would send me to school! At that ?me, only girls from wealthy families received schooling. I was over the moon when I heard that. In the beginning, my new parents kept their word. I enjoyed delicacies at every meal, wore brand-‐new clothes and slept in my own bed. I went to a public school and made many friends. That was when the first signs of trouble began. I came home from school one day to find my foster parents in a foul mood. I soon learned that both of them had lost their jobs, but they assured me that I could s?ll go to school and everything would stay the same. I gave no further thought to it then.
The next day, they brought me into the forest for a picnic. I thought it was strange, but I enjoyed myself tremendously, and when I was presented with a storybook, I jumped for joy. My foster parents smiled at me as I thanked them profusely. “Why don’t you start reading it now? Your mother and I will pack up the picnic items,” my father suggested. I agreed and soon was swept away by a richly-‐woven tale of a faraway land. Before I knew it, night had fallen and my parents were nowhere to be seen. Trees loomed over me menacingly, branches swaying in the wind, as if it were a monster about to gobble me up. I screamed myself hoarse looking for them, trying to ignore the growing seed of doubt in me. I wandered in the forest for many days, hoping fervently that I would find my parents. Finally, weak from hunger, I lay down under a tree and looked up at the twinkling stars in the vast night sky. Would my foster parents be somewhere else, looking up at the stars too? I sighed and closed my eyes, hoping that if I wished hard enough, they would appear right before me and take me home.
-‐ Phoebe Chew (3A1)
MLA 2015: SECONDARY THREE My name is Nina Rochelle, Class President of 3N3 and I will be wri?ng about this year's Mul? Level Ac?vi?es Camp (MLA) for Secondary 3's. This camp was held in Tanjung Piai, Malaysia and happened in the third week of January. Before going to this camp, many of the senior BBSSians who had a;ended this camp gave glowing reviews about how the camp matured them and taught them many things about their classmates. Listening to all of the good feedback, I was extremely excited to finally experience it. Also, my English teacher, Mr Christopher Thong recommended that everyone go. He said that we would learn more about each other and make new friends. He also men?oned to go absolutely insane and to banish our self-‐consciousness, especially during campfire so that we could win the Best Class in camp. During the camp, we had so many great ac?vi?es lined up for us. There were both land and water ac?vi?es. We experienced RaK Building, Paintball, Coconut Tree Climbing and Broken Bridge. My favourite part of camp was the Campfire. We were told to create our own item and perform it in front of the whole Secondary 3 cohort, teachers and the camp instructors. 3N3 simply created our own cheer performed it. Campfire was so fun as everyone got into the spirit of things and threw aside their insecuri?es. All the Secondary 3 classes, instructors and even our teachers cheered and danced! On the second day, we went to a school that had mentally disabled youths and we played games with them. We learned the Malaysian version of Rock, Papers and Scissors which was 'Air,Batu,Burung'. We all bonded with the youths at the school even though there was a huge language barrier; as us Singaporeans mainly speak English and they only spoke Malay.
In my opinion, the MLA Camp was amazing and the only thing I would wish for was for it to be longer so that we could have even more fun. Other than that, I am extremely sa?sfied with this year's camp. For the future cohorts, I would really recommend for everyone to go even though it may seem out of your normal experience. The camp definitely taught me to be a be;er leader, have some self-‐discipline and be my best. As for my class, we had an amazing ?me and bonded quite a lot in just 3 days. I am extremely proud of my class as we won ‘Best Class’ in camp, sharing the ?tle with 3T1. Last year, I dreaded the thought of being in 3N3 because I was not familiar with some of the people inside it. Through this camp, I changed my opinion of the people who are now my dear classmates and I have grown to love them (even if they are occasionally s?ll a li;le annoying!). My class is s?ll as bonded as ever. I am thankful for my classmates as it would have been an extremely different experience if it was not them. I am thankful for the teachers who made the camp possible as if it were not for them, my class would not have our current special connec?on. All in all, it was an awesome experience and I strongly urge the future cohorts to sign up for the MLA camp.
-‐ Nina Rochelle (3N3)
HABITS OF MIND: USE ALL YOUR SENSES. Most people misunderstand the HOM of ‘Gathering Data through All Your Senses’. They wonder about how to use their sense of smell, touch and hearing more. Or they roll their eyes and laugh about how impossible it is to call their sense of smell into play when studying a new chapter on Literature. You have not grasped the obvious. Believe it or not, you use almost ALL your senses in every ac?on you execute and decision you make. Think about it. When your teacher enters the room, you are already assessing her mood through the many visual and auditory (sound) cues he or she gives off. Is he or she upset or aggravated? How do they sound? Do you behave yourself a li;le be;er if you hear their voice contain an edge of anger at the beginning of the lesson? Have you ever suddenly realised that you should pack your umbrella because you smelled that a storm was coming in? Rain produces an atmospheric chemical reac?on that all humans can smell, whether they realise it or not.
Before puRng that spoonful of soup into your mouth, do you unconsciously feel for the temperature of the spoon with your lips? See? You may not be using all of your senses to gather informa?on at all ?mes, but you do use them more than you know. The trick is to pay more a;en?on to them when they are trying to reveal something to you. L ea rn more f r om each l e s son by understanding that you may need to move further forward if you cannot clearly listen to what the teacher is saying. Excuse yourself to wash your face i f you fee l ? red , uncomfortable and unable to concentrate. Open yourself to new experiences: Foods, friends, knowledge, sports and music. Challenge yourself to broaden your experiences in sight, sound, taste, touch and smell. There is a great big world of these senses out there. I challenge you to find them.
A LOOK AT DIFFERENT ETHNIC FESTIVALS: HARI RAYA Hari Raya
Hari Raya, also known as, Eid al-‐Fitr, in Arabic, is an important religious holiday celebrated by Muslims worldwide. Eid al-‐Fitr marks the end of Ramadan, the Islamic holy month of fas?ng, where Muslims have to fast for a total of 29 or 30 days of dawn-‐to-‐sunset fas?ng during the en?re month. On the first day of Eid al-‐Fitr, in the morning, Muslims will head to the mosque, large hall or an open field to perform a special Islamic prayer. AKer the prayers, Muslims visit their rela?ves, friends and acquaintances. They some?mes hold large communal celebra?ons in homes, community centres or rented halls. During this fes?ve occasion, my family and I try to visit as many houses as we can. The first house that we visit would be my grandparents. It has been a tradi?on that all my uncles, aun?es and cousins will gather at my grandparents’ home where we will meet each other, eat together and enjoy the presence of our rela?ves. AKer that, my parents and my uncles and aun?es will seek forgiveness from their parents. Then it would the younger genera?on and so on, forgiving our grandparents in turn. This part is where some of you may hear some of your Muslim friends say, “Selamat Hari Raya, Maaf Zahir dan Ba?n.” The younger genera?on or the youths who are not working and s?ll schooling will receive packets of money. A green envelope is the Malay version of the Chinese red envelope. Malay Muslims in Malaysia, Brunei, Singapore, and Indonesia hand out money in green envelopes to their guests who visit their homes during Eid al-‐Fitr. Green envelopes are used popularly because they are associated with the Islamic paradise and the Islamic concept of charity.
Saudi Arabia Eid al-‐Fitr is celebrated with greater entertainment in Saudi Arabia. Saudis will decorate their homes and prepare scrump?ous tradi?onal meals for family and friends. Eid is celebrated differently depending on the region, culturally, in Saudi Arabia but one thing in common is that guests are welcomed with generosity and hospitality. To show their generosity during Eid, many of the shopkeepers will give free giKs when their customer purchases something from the store. For example, chocolate shops will give each customer who buys a selec?on of candies a free crystal candy dish with their purchase. Saudis go to great extents to express their kindness and generosity. You may witness complete strangers gree?ng one another at random; even occupants of random vehicles wai?ng at stop lights. Some?mes, even toys and giKs will be given to children by complete strangers. In some areas, Saudi men will buy large quan??es of rice and other basic necessi?es for those who are less fortunate and then leave them anonymously at the doors. Also, in some areas in the middle of Saudi Arabia, such as Al Qassim, it is a common tradi?on that aKer the Eid prayer, each household will lay out large rugs to share large meals with all the neighbours. In the major ci?es in Saudi Arabia, every night there are huge fireworks shows. I hope that my explana?ons on what goes on during Hari Raya, helps you get a more clearer understanding on how Muslims, celebrate this fes?ve occasion. There is more to this holiday than you realise!
-‐ Ulfah Irwan (3N1)
Editor’s Message
Some students may wonder why this issue of Write On features an ar?cles about Hari Raya. I felt that with the a;en?on paid to the Lunar New Year, it would be a golden opportunity for students of all races to find out about the other ethnic and religious holidays on our calendar. AKer all, you would enjoy these holidays more if you know more about them, right? The first term is almost over. You should be geRng used to the fact that you are now another year older – with more responsibili?es and maturity to handle them. Are you ready for 2015? Have you shed some of the childishness of last year and moved on? Most teenagers expect to gain more freedom and respect with age. In return, they are also expected to display more maturity, self-‐discipline and integrity. What happens when teens do not fulfil their end of the bargain and s?ll expect to be treated as young adults instead of li;le children? Schools exist, not just to impart academic knowledge to their students. Much of their mission (some would say most of it) is to provide character educa?on. Teachers are there to build stronger characters and shape young spirits. Students may not realise it, but it is true. We care about who you are and which direc?on your life is going. As a result, we may say or do things that make you feel as if we do not have your best interests at heart. Nothing could be further from the truth. We know that our ?me together is limited. We worry about where you will be heading aKer you graduate. AKer all, you will be a product of Bukit Batok Secondary School and our efforts. It ma;ers to us that you manage to survive and succeed in life. If it means that we may have to be a li;le hard on you to ensure that you learn the proper life skills to get by in life, we take no pleasure from it – but we will do what it takes to help you learn and grow. Remember that, please. And show us the same pa?ence that we show you on a daily basis.