The film, Eddie The Eagle, has just moved from my list of “To Watch” to my list of “All-Time Favorites”. I have also just recommended it to all my Twitter, Instagram, and Facebook connections.
I’m on a high right now. I’m listing down all the words I can associate to this movie, this life story:
Dedication. Passion. Failure. Determination. Rejection. Inspiration. Trust. Courage. Heart. Ambition. Training. Dream. Positivity. Negativity. Hope. Struggle. Pain. Recognition. Effort. Discipline. Readiness. Spirit. Motivation. Experience. Preparation. Encouragement. Understanding. Belief.
No further explanations. That’s it; that’s the review.
Sight is the most precious thing to me. Whenever asked which of the five senses I would be alright living without, sight isn’t even in the choices.
Watching this video made me decide right then and there that when I have enough money, I will donate glasses or caah to people who were born colorblind or blind.
It just isn’t fair. It’s unfair that they don’t get to see, appreciate, and be in awe of God’s wonderful creations. They cannot not see this beauty.. this marvelous world we’re in.
I vow to do so.
Took a nap just a while ago.
Dreamt of me hearing my father flirting on the phone. I stormed outside my room towards him in the living room. He didn’t notice me as his eyes were closed and was wearing earphones. I was enraged, more so because the setting was similar to the actual before I fell asleep — my mother and youngest sister asleep on the couches — yet he seemed confident he won’t wake them up and kept on talking. Though I already knew who it was on the other end, I grabbed his phone to look at the caller ID. It was a bit hard since along with the shock, his reflexes made him hold on to his phone.
No, please don’t let it be a warning, Lord. I don’t want it to happen to us.. again. I don’t want to go through it alone again. I don’t want to hold more grudges against him. I don’t want to forgive him again. Please.
Hers and Sylvester Stallone’s, George Clooney’s, etc. I love learning about their personalities, their passion, hardwork, the roots and the fruits of it all.
This was written on the first day of our Teaching Psychology class.
If I will be a teacher, I’ll be one my students will certainly learn from but will definitely not hate seeing in class. I will make sure the lessons are taught in very understandable ways, unlike those who make student life the hardest part of life. Students who find it hard to cope up will be given extra time and attention. I will not humiliate them in front of the class. I will also make it a point that I will praise every single response or good act of my students.
But it isn’t all about gaining knowledge, of course. My class would be filled with fun and laughter. I’m not certain that my humor is enough, but I will surely give lines appropriate to their age brackets. I want to be a teacher my students will feel approachable and like a friend to them, but not to the point that they will not listen or obey me. I will impose rules and be strict when needed.
I will also give many activities such as role playing, reporting, and written outputs. Hard and tiring these really are, but these are what honed me into who I am now, and I want my students to learn the same way. They will realize the fruits of these activities soon after; I know they will.
I’ve always pictured myself as a high school teacher. If given the chance, I will certainly grab it and make all these a reality.