tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45115218358399997232024-03-05T05:23:49.319-08:00A Little ScratchAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13573674996583441192noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4511521835839999723.post-2387800510419085712012-08-12T22:51:00.000-07:002012-08-12T22:51:33.687-07:00That's Why I hate Singing<br />
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">For some people singing
is a pleasure thing to do. Just by singing out loud, they can release their
excessive stress, that’s why karaoke business never slack. Even for those who
blessed with “golden voice”, they can try their fortune on entertainment field
by become a singer. What a pleasure thing to do! </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">But for me, singing is my
nightmare, I never singing for almost eleven years!!! Not a single tone or a
hum comes out from my mouth. I don’t even dare to sing in my bathroom, place
where everyone can sing freely. This nightmare started when I was in grade
three. Here is my story.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">I remembered my 3<sup>th</sup>
grade of Elementary School teacher, just called her Mrs. A (not a real name).
Mrs. A was a brilliant teacher. She could master all the material which covered
six courses (at that time, an Elementary School teacher has a responsibility to
teach not only for one course, to teach all courses in one grade). One day, she
created a vocal group to perform in matins. I was included in that choir, not
because of my beautiful voice, but because all the third grader must join the
choir otherwise they would be consider as absence. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">The first rehearsal,
everything went run smoothly, I join the second or bass voice because I had a
low tone. I had to open my mouth into a big O shape in order to create bass
sound. There was no problem at all on the second, third and next practice. Until
a week before the D-day, Mrs A found out that there was a problem on the choir’s
voice. She said that there was no harmonization between the first and second
voices. She looked very stressful about that. In her fury, she said that, “Come
on guys; show me your best shoot. I know that your voice not as bad as Dewangga’s,
his voice totally rubbish.” Suddenly the class laughed at me and Mrs. A
spontaneously said, “Oh, I looks like there is Dewangga here, I don’t realize that
you are here.” Obviously, Mrs. A did not know my presence in that room. I did
not know why she said something like that, maybe she wanted to encourage us by
showed the bad example, I, or she just “accidentally” said my name, but she had
left wound in my heart. From that day, I stooped singing</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Eleven years passed
without any symphony flowing from my mouth. Until me and my friends, Andre,
Adit and Eki, decided to create a band named TMPN band. I played bass in the
band and as backing vocal. I practice in my home every day and I have to sing
in order to enhance my performance. From that time, I started to sing again.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">In football game, there
is a wise word, “attacking is the best way to defend”. But this sentence cannot
be applied in educational field. As an educator, she is not supposed to attack
her student’s weaknesses. Teacher’s duty is not always about delivering the material
to the students, she needs to be more “human”. Education is not always about
student’s intelligence, because student’s emotion has significant role for the
successfulness of learning process. Students are living things that will react
differently if you treat them positively or negatively. In my case, I react really
negative toward my teacher’s treatment. I hope there will be no more person who
suffers trauma because of their teachers.</span></div>
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Do you like teaching? Are you a
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I am a teacher. I have no idea
why can I be a teacher due to my lack interest toward “this world”. After I
graduated from college, I entered my job proposal in several companies. It was
my dream to become a businessman or executive who worked in a company (or has
my own corporation someday). But we, as human being, can only do the best and
wait for God to do the rest. After several job interviews, there was not even
single company who wanted to hire me. I was jobless for about a month. This
condition made me desperate because I have to earn money for my wife and my
son. Luckily, my wife never lost any faith to me. She always supported me in my
hardest time and said that I will get a job someday. Her words became my
“second wind”. Suddenly I found extra gusts to find job again. It looked like
my luck rose as well as my spirit. My colleague told me that there was a
vacancy in an Elementary School. I entered my proposal, and now I am, a
teacher.</div>
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First week in my school, I
thought that teaching children would be piece of cake. But I was wrong, my
class turned into chaos. I’ve lost my voice because I have to shout all day
long just to control my class and it didn’t work at all. I was frustrated; I
poured my sigh to my wife, I have no idea how to deal with children. </div>
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The next day, my wife gave me a surprise;
she borrowed me a book entitled <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">“Dealing
with Difficulties” </i>from library. She said I have to read this book so that
I could have background in teaching children (<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">she is so sweet, isn’t it?</i>). </div>
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teaching management problems facing teachers and students in five main areas:
large classes, discipline, mixed-level classes, homework and teaching exam
classes. </div>
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I will try to review this book
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<li>It covers all the problems which teachers
probably faced in their teaching and learning process, like latecomers,
disturbers or unfinished homework.<span style="font: 7pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></li>
<li><span style="font: 7pt "Times New Roman";"> </span>It offers you solution how to deal with those
problems. Interestingly, the solution provided not in form of theory, but in interesting
activities.<span style="font: 7pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></li>
<li><span style="font: 7pt "Times New Roman";"></span>Although it is by English and Canadian author,
but you can apply those activities to any class size and any grades because the
content of this is universal. </li>
<li>This book uses simple words, not like any other
educational books which use sophisticated words (<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">I don’t even have to open my dictionary to understand this book’s
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<li><span style="font: 7pt "Times New Roman";"></span>Nothing,
I love this book very much.</li>
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For me, I feel like I find an oasis
in the middle of desert. This book becomes my guide throughout my teaching
process. I try to practice one of the activities from this book entitled “point
card” to control my class, and surprisingly, it is worked. </div>
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I recommend this book for
everyone who loves teaching because if you can control your class, everything
will be fine. You do not have to shout all day long just to muffle the chaos
which happen in you class. Trust me, if you read this book, you will one step
closer to be a great teacher. Try it, it works. Special thanks for my wife who
have borrowed me this book from library (<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">you
don’t know how it is so priceless to me</i>).</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13573674996583441192noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4511521835839999723.post-19837023930106704612012-07-23T00:57:00.001-07:002012-07-25T16:51:14.234-07:00Arsenal, My Dad and My Life<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;">
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When I was a young boy, in 1998, my father woke me up in the
midnight. He said that he wanted to show me something interesting. I had no
idea what it was about. I thought it was my birthday and my father wanted to
give me surprise. But I was wrong. My father only wanted to show me a football
match; it was World Cup 1998 quarter final match, between Netherlands against
Argentina. During the match, my father never stooped explaining about football.
He said that soccer was the most popular sport in the world. He also told me
about how he was crazy about Netherlands because their way of soccer, total
football, was so entertaining. My father never stooped supporting Holland team
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my father and my mother</div>
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For your information, the only competition they had
won was Euro 1988. Netherlands was reached final stage up in World Cup 1974,
1978 (at that time). Ironically, they had never win the World Cup competition
even for once. That was why people dubbed Holland as “crown less winner”. Back
to the match, my father said that the Holland player who wore the 8 jersey, Dennis
Bergkamp, was his favorite player. Although I understood nothing about
football, I could see that Bergkamp was magnificent player because Holland
supporters shouted whenever Bergkamp dribbled the ball. At the end of the
match, Bergkamp helped his team to win over Argentina with a goal and an assist
from him. Not only in Holland national team, Bergkamp also lethal for his team,
Arsenal.</div>
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That night changed my world. It looked like I was falling in
love with this sport at the first sight. From that moment, I idolized Bergkamp, Netherlands and Arsenal. I always use Arsenal team every time I play games like:
Pro Evolution Soccer, Winning Eleven, Championship Manager and Football
Manager. My father and I never missed to watch every single Netherlands and
Arsenal match. We always support for arsenal although they never win any competition
since 2005. But my father always said that do not easily change your faith. It
is not because you are great so you can be a winner, but you are great because
you can be a winner. He keeps remind me not to desperate whatever happened in
your life. How thick the wall in front of you, you can still climb over it. In my
hardest time, I always remember what my father said to me. The only thing that I
want to say to my father is: “Thank you for being the greatest father in the
world. Don’t you know how much I want to reply all your kindness to me?”</div>
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But my father has passed away before I can do it. Maybe that
is why my tears always dropped whenever I watch Netherlands or Arsenal football
match, because I realize that I cannot watch those match with my father again. </div>
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Now I have my own little family, and I hope that I can be a
great husband and father for my family, as good as you father…<br />
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