It's been almost a year since I made the decision to go to NIE.
I could still remember this time last year - I was thinking about my future and things like that. It was never easy at the cross roads, I remembered, and then again, when the decision was made. In the end, did I ever regret my decision? I don't think so. I enjoyed every part of my life since then, knowing that I had taken something worth my time and while. I look forward to most of my lessons (well, except Academic writing becasue it's just so dry!) and I even look forward to doing my work. The only problem is that sometimes I'm so caught up with somethings I just forgot! Like that stupid stupid forum for ICT for example. I missed the deadline by a minute yesterday. It's retarded cos I did a summary of everything, and I couldn't post.
[sigh]
On another note, I'm wondering - has my ideals and philo since last year changed?
Shall we take a look?
Let's see. On 19 Apr 2005, I blogged:
Coming Thurs, I will be on my way to MOE for an interview. Yes, my application to NTU/ NIE is currently being considered and to tell the truth, I'm really excited. But I can't help feeling worried too, 'cause I'm so scared that I'd forget my words and the things I want to say during the interview.
Wish me luck.And then on 23 Apr 2005, this is what I said abt the interview:
Interview went rather smoothly on Thurs. I felt so assured when the whole thing was over. I can't say I'm guranteed a place in NTU ... but, to me, all these things no longer matter. I've been through a lot and whatever comes my way now won't defeat me.
Sometimes it is the failure that makes me strong. And for the last 19 years, that has been the case for me. A bad grade, a rejection no longer matter to me.And then scribbled somewhere along the lines of my lecture notes mid-term last sem:
Why did I want to be a teacher?Looking back, I think I'd change much since then. Yes, I'm still as ideal as ever, but somehow I'm also more grounded. I've come to realise that there are certain changes that are limited but still it wouldn't hurt to try. I've come to realise that teachers are not knowledge machines. They are humans too and therefore should have space to fault. They do not have to know everything. They are teachers because they are there to share with their students. Essentially, the students and teachers are one. They are different and yet the same.
But will anyone else see this?
.thoughts.then.more.
It's been almost a year since I made the decision to go to NIE.
I could still remember this time last year - I was thinking about my future and things like that. It was never easy at the cross roads, I remembered, and then again, when the decision was made. In the end, did I ever regret my decision? I don't think so. I enjoyed every part of my life since then, knowing that I had taken something worth my time and while. I look forward to most of my lessons (well, except Academic writing becasue it's just so dry!) and I even look forward to doing my work. The only problem is that sometimes I'm so caught up with somethings I just forgot! Like that stupid stupid forum for ICT for example. I missed the deadline by a minute yesterday. It's retarded cos I did a summary of everything, and I couldn't post.
[sigh]
On another note, I'm wondering - has my ideals and philo since last year changed?
Shall we take a look?
Let's see. On 19 Apr 2005, I blogged:
Coming Thurs, I will be on my way to MOE for an interview. Yes, my application to NTU/ NIE is currently being considered and to tell the truth, I'm really excited. But I can't help feeling worried too, 'cause I'm so scared that I'd forget my words and the things I want to say during the interview.
Wish me luck.And then on 23 Apr 2005, this is what I said abt the interview:
Interview went rather smoothly on Thurs. I felt so assured when the whole thing was over. I can't say I'm guranteed a place in NTU ... but, to me, all these things no longer matter. I've been through a lot and whatever comes my way now won't defeat me.
Sometimes it is the failure that makes me strong. And for the last 19 years, that has been the case for me. A bad grade, a rejection no longer matter to me.And then scribbled somewhere along the lines of my lecture notes mid-term last sem:
Why did I want to be a teacher?Looking back, I think I'd change much since then. Yes, I'm still as ideal as ever, but somehow I'm also more grounded. I've come to realise that there are certain changes that are limited but still it wouldn't hurt to try. I've come to realise that teachers are not knowledge machines. They are humans too and therefore should have space to fault. They do not have to know everything. They are teachers because they are there to share with their students. Essentially, the students and teachers are one. They are different and yet the same.
But will anyone else see this?
-; little lotte } @ 3:48 PM
the superficial world.
Tuesday, February 21, 2006
.rant.rave.rant.
When was the last time I blogged anything of importance?
Probably a good few months back. Had university life really caught up so much that I had hardly time for myself? Well, probably. Looking back now, so many things had changed. I had grown a lot ... but had I grown towards a more complex and superficial life, or had I grown towards one that is mature? I mean, when was the last time I really had time for myself, to do what I like, to enjoy the simple things in life, to chat with a good friend over coffee? I don't seem to get that anymore. Everyday of my life is just dedicated to my hall and its numerous activies. Fine, I'm not complaining because I really enjoyed them ... but when I look back, nothing felt ... right.
Had I become a mindless freak?
Maybe it's time I slow down. And breathe again.
My life doesn't just belong to hall 9. It belongs to me.
-; little lotte } @ 12:43 PM
the superficial world.
.rant.rave.rant.
When was the last time I blogged anything of importance?
Probably a good few months back. Had university life really caught up so much that I had hardly time for myself? Well, probably. Looking back now, so many things had changed. I had grown a lot ... but had I grown towards a more complex and superficial life, or had I grown towards one that is mature? I mean, when was the last time I really had time for myself, to do what I like, to enjoy the simple things in life, to chat with a good friend over coffee? I don't seem to get that anymore. Everyday of my life is just dedicated to my hall and its numerous activies. Fine, I'm not complaining because I really enjoyed them ... but when I look back, nothing felt ... right.
Had I become a mindless freak?
Maybe it's time I slow down. And breathe again.
My life doesn't just belong to hall 9. It belongs to me.
-; little lotte } @ 12:43 PM
the superficial world.
