My First Week....
OH MY GO------- (ala Jack from Will & Grace)
I did not anticipate, in any way, that teaching two subjects would be FAR FAR FAR FAR FAR FAR more difficult than taking 6 courses all at the same time! And it;'s only my first week!! I haven't even memorized any of my students' names (well, I know a couple), and already I'm exhausted! The early hours that last until late in the afternoon, the tons and tons of books that I've had photocopied - all of which I will eventually have to read, faculty meetings, etc. etc. etc. HAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYY... sana ma-carry ko ito! >.<
My first week was fabulous, except for the fact that it was very, very tiring! We started last Tuesday (June 7), so I met my first class then: Comm3 (Speech Comm), sophomores from Occupational Therapy (still confused about the difference of OT and PT, but what the hey). They were SOOOOOOOOOOO silent. I still don't know if it was me, or if they were just really pretending to be quiet. They were nice though.... still, I saw a group of them chatting animatedly in the corridors near the photocopy machine (where I was having one of my many reference books photocopied) on my way to the canteen (to buy COFFEEEEEE), while I passed they simply stopped talking, and smiled at me (I could swear I saw one of the girls staring intently at the floor). It was like some delubio was passing, they fell so silent, for a few seconds all I could hear was the squeaking noise from the photocopy machine. Weird...
Then there are my freshies... Endearing really. As I entered the room of my first Comm1 class, I was planning on sitting behind everyone, and observing them, while pretending to be a student. Didn't work! The moment I opened the door, the girls sitting in the front row stood up to greet me a good morning. They actually stood up.... I have NEVER seen UP students stand to greet teachers - ever! That was an experience; I immediately told them to sit and said that this was UP, no one stands to greet professors, or to answer their questions, needless to say, no one asks permission to go to the bathroom.
My next class was in a galaxy far, far away -the College of Pharmacy in Pedro Gil, right behind the College of Medicine and PGH. MY GOD!!! It takes 15 mins of brisk walking to get there, and my room is on the 4th floor!!! I walked there the first time with Ms. Jackie Lumain, also a Comm1 teacher - we're actually handling the same block (split into two). Dios me!! Pagdating namin dun, hagard na ang mga lola nyo!! So you can probabl;y imagine me sitting behind a big lab desk in front fanning myself and catching my breath while students tried to discern if I was a boy or a girl. Fortunately, of all my classes this IP block feels most homey for me. They kinda remind me of my own block when I was a freshman. I know it;'s not proper to play favorites, but this class seemed very bibo and talky, unlike my other very, very silent angelic classes.
By my third class, I'd mastered my intro script, delivered it rather robotically, ran down through the syllabus and requirements (still not final... note to self: FINISH THIS BEFORE TUESDAY!!!)... Wait, I'm being distracted by Pizza and Tina Turner's Burn baby Burn (Disco Inferno)
Anyway... where was I? Right... too tired, blah blah blah... The normal load for an instructor would be 12 units, that four three-unit courses. So basically I had 3 comm1 classes, and 1 comm3 class. Then... Maam Adeva, the Dept Chair came to sit with Burn and me (Burn's a blockmate of mine who's also starting to teach this year - he's handling comm3 classes) while we were having lunch yesterday. She said that another speech elective had opened and that Ms, Carol Pulumbarit (my former speech professor) would not be able to handle another comm3 class because she'll be handling the new elective. So Maam Adeva asked which of us would be willing to take that class and get an overload... Burn didn't seem to inclined to take it, so I said I'd be willing to take it - increasing my workload to 5 classes, 15 units, and approximately 100 students.
OH MY GOD.... *freaks out* I have students *more freaking out* I am a T.E.A.C.H.E.R *faints...
I still can't believe I'm actually handling classes - I mean, I'm just a kid, why should these other kids listen to me lecturing on and on about the parts of a speech, correcting them every so often because of mispronounced words and incoherent sentences, giving them homework, excercises, and making them do silly themes like their first DIAGNOSTIC theme: how I spent my summer (THE ABSOLUTE LAMEST idea I've had for a theme, I just really wanted their first theme to come out naturally, requiring the most minimal and basic skills so I could guage their writing abilities)....
Well... I just hope that my next excercises and themes and speeches won't be so lame... god help me if the other faculty actually hear about my lame 'how i spent my summer' diagnostic... *blush
I did not anticipate, in any way, that teaching two subjects would be FAR FAR FAR FAR FAR FAR more difficult than taking 6 courses all at the same time! And it;'s only my first week!! I haven't even memorized any of my students' names (well, I know a couple), and already I'm exhausted! The early hours that last until late in the afternoon, the tons and tons of books that I've had photocopied - all of which I will eventually have to read, faculty meetings, etc. etc. etc. HAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYY... sana ma-carry ko ito! >.<
My first week was fabulous, except for the fact that it was very, very tiring! We started last Tuesday (June 7), so I met my first class then: Comm3 (Speech Comm), sophomores from Occupational Therapy (still confused about the difference of OT and PT, but what the hey). They were SOOOOOOOOOOO silent. I still don't know if it was me, or if they were just really pretending to be quiet. They were nice though.... still, I saw a group of them chatting animatedly in the corridors near the photocopy machine (where I was having one of my many reference books photocopied) on my way to the canteen (to buy COFFEEEEEE), while I passed they simply stopped talking, and smiled at me (I could swear I saw one of the girls staring intently at the floor). It was like some delubio was passing, they fell so silent, for a few seconds all I could hear was the squeaking noise from the photocopy machine. Weird...
Then there are my freshies... Endearing really. As I entered the room of my first Comm1 class, I was planning on sitting behind everyone, and observing them, while pretending to be a student. Didn't work! The moment I opened the door, the girls sitting in the front row stood up to greet me a good morning. They actually stood up.... I have NEVER seen UP students stand to greet teachers - ever! That was an experience; I immediately told them to sit and said that this was UP, no one stands to greet professors, or to answer their questions, needless to say, no one asks permission to go to the bathroom.
My next class was in a galaxy far, far away -the College of Pharmacy in Pedro Gil, right behind the College of Medicine and PGH. MY GOD!!! It takes 15 mins of brisk walking to get there, and my room is on the 4th floor!!! I walked there the first time with Ms. Jackie Lumain, also a Comm1 teacher - we're actually handling the same block (split into two). Dios me!! Pagdating namin dun, hagard na ang mga lola nyo!! So you can probabl;y imagine me sitting behind a big lab desk in front fanning myself and catching my breath while students tried to discern if I was a boy or a girl. Fortunately, of all my classes this IP block feels most homey for me. They kinda remind me of my own block when I was a freshman. I know it;'s not proper to play favorites, but this class seemed very bibo and talky, unlike my other very, very silent angelic classes.
By my third class, I'd mastered my intro script, delivered it rather robotically, ran down through the syllabus and requirements (still not final... note to self: FINISH THIS BEFORE TUESDAY!!!)... Wait, I'm being distracted by Pizza and Tina Turner's Burn baby Burn (Disco Inferno)
Anyway... where was I? Right... too tired, blah blah blah... The normal load for an instructor would be 12 units, that four three-unit courses. So basically I had 3 comm1 classes, and 1 comm3 class. Then... Maam Adeva, the Dept Chair came to sit with Burn and me (Burn's a blockmate of mine who's also starting to teach this year - he's handling comm3 classes) while we were having lunch yesterday. She said that another speech elective had opened and that Ms, Carol Pulumbarit (my former speech professor) would not be able to handle another comm3 class because she'll be handling the new elective. So Maam Adeva asked which of us would be willing to take that class and get an overload... Burn didn't seem to inclined to take it, so I said I'd be willing to take it - increasing my workload to 5 classes, 15 units, and approximately 100 students.
OH MY GOD.... *freaks out* I have students *more freaking out* I am a T.E.A.C.H.E.R *faints...
I still can't believe I'm actually handling classes - I mean, I'm just a kid, why should these other kids listen to me lecturing on and on about the parts of a speech, correcting them every so often because of mispronounced words and incoherent sentences, giving them homework, excercises, and making them do silly themes like their first DIAGNOSTIC theme: how I spent my summer (THE ABSOLUTE LAMEST idea I've had for a theme, I just really wanted their first theme to come out naturally, requiring the most minimal and basic skills so I could guage their writing abilities)....
Well... I just hope that my next excercises and themes and speeches won't be so lame... god help me if the other faculty actually hear about my lame 'how i spent my summer' diagnostic... *blush
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