I have decided to do a blog make-over. This is now my book blog where I can share my thoughts on romance books I have read or currently reading. So wish me luck!
A Blog Make-over
11 Things every Kagayanon should know about their past
I may not be born in this quaint city called the “City of Golden Friendship”, and although my family is related to one of its heroes, I’m proud to be raised as a Kagay-anon. Mabuhay ang Cagayan de Oro! Advance Happy Fiesta to all!
While waiting for class, I managed to get a hold of an old book in the Library. It was fascinating experience, a time machine of sorts. It was about the history of our city and here are some highlights:
We are “Neolithic-old”
Scientists from the National Museum uncovered remnants of an ancient settlement 8 kilometers upstream (near Huluga) during an excavation in 1970. A dating process revealed that those artifacts came from the late Neolithic period. This is 1,600 years old.
Cagayan de Oro is a second settlement
Himologan was the pre-colonial settlement located 8 km from our present city center headed then by a chief named Salangsang.
During the Christianization of Northern Mindanao, Recollect missionaries were able to influence the original inhabitants to convert with the help of Salangsang’s newly converted grandmother named Dona Magdalena Bacuya. They were then slowly transferred to the lower lands, which is now the present Gaston…
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Quote of the Day — Leo Buscaglia
Memo to me... I need to do this more often. Thank you, Leo Buscaglia.
Daily Poet — Edgar Allan Poe
There are times when poetry simply gets me. Thanks Edgar Allan Poe! Your words echo my soul.
The month that was March
It started put as busy as any month could be. There were tons of things to do like preparing for the graduation rites and a school evaluation. There was also that follow up for my appointment for a permanent position in the public school system. You could say that I basically have several tasks a... Continue Reading →
Growth Mindset: It’s Not Just for Christmas
With this blog post, I realized the reason why we should always encourage students to simple try again when they fail at something. This further cements the idea of praising them for their hard work and effort will result to a better perspective on failure as a lesson to learn from and not as a crutch they should carry for the rest of their lives.
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Every Saturday, I take my three-year old son shopping. I must admit I am forever the teacher. My partner draws him a list of things to find and together we look for them. Today, we were after garlic, even if the biro sketch had more than a whiff of onion about it.
It was on our way past the Christmas tree, from the garlic to the carrots, that we saw him, dressed in the signature green and yellow of Morrisons. A stooped stockiness had replaced the gangliness of adolescence but, even so, the crooked smile, open and shy at the same time, instantly sent me back four years. Here was Tim [name changed] again. A delightful boy – who could barely write.
I tend to bump into a former student most weekends, more often than not in a retail outlet. Sometimes I find these meetings awkward. Now that…
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What would you like to learn today? Building a center for research into Self-Organized Learning
I think this would work for a small number of learners, however in a class size of 50 students, I think some students would breakaway and simply do something else altogether like play around or sleep.
What Remains
This resonated right through me. Wonderful post on how much we give as teachers.
“Someday, in the mist of time,
When they ask me if I knew you,
I’d smile and say you were a friend of mine.
And the sadness will be lifted from my eyes.
Oh, when I’m old and wise.”
–“Old and Wise,” The Alan Parsons Project
If you want to feel life at its fullest, attend a high school graduation. Look into graduates’ beaming faces and you’ll see it—their eyes glow like stars. Youth at its pinnacle. Adulthood on its first day. Freedom personified.
For a few hours, the adults called to witness this passage feel what it’s like to be young again. We remember. But we are only visitors now. We passed this way once, but we can’t stay long. We feel time’s march and our place in it. No matter how much we influenced these golden children, we have moved into the past now. Just a few paragraphs…
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This made me think. As a mother, do I actually do this? Then I realize that I am doing what some of the things written here. I wanted my daughter to be like me. A better version of me. I guess this is wrong. i had to recognize the reality that she could never be me. I am a product of all my life experiences whereas she is a product of her own experiences that she encounters in her daily life. That also includes me and everyone else she comes in contact with. The environment plays a huge role in developing our humanity. It’s really not just the genes. Our choices vary because we will never have the same perception over our experiences (unless you’re also me). A wonderful read to start my Sunday morning. Thanks, writeamuck!
I’m not a parent. And I have no plans of ever becoming one. But that doesn’t mean I don’t understand the concept.
And I have a question for those considering bringing another living, breathing, tiny human into this world: Will you love it?
You could have a boy. Or you could have a girl. He could be short. She could be tall. Attractive or homely. Smart or slow. Quick-tempered or easy-going. You could have a child who’s mentally handicapped. Or blind. Or deaf. Your child could be gifted. A prodigy. A genius. You could have a boy who likes boys. A girl who likes girls. A boy who wants to be a girl. You could have a child born with no clear gender at all. You could have a child born with extra toes. Or one eye. Or no hair. Or terrible, incurable diseases. You could have a great athlete. A talented…
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Recommended Reading: I Thought My Father Was God
A wonderful collection of short stories. I hope to write more like these, someday.
In April 1946, Theodore Lustig was discharged after serving three years in the army in World War II. Heading home on a train to New Jersey, he had grand plans for his new life. First, he bought a white shirt: a symbol of his return to a normal routine. The next step? Finding the girl of his dreams: his high school crush.
In his very short piece — “What If?” — he writes:
We got on the same bus — hers — and sat together reminiscing about the past and talking about the future. I told her of my plans and showed her the shirt I had bought — my first step toward making my dream come true. I didn’t tell her that she was supposed to be step two.
“What If?” is just one story among the 180 true stories in I Thought My Father Was God: And Other True Tales From…
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R is for Rogue 
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