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Sunday, November 30, 2008
Monday, November 17, 2008
The Dying Breed of Teachers
We all sat in class awaiting for our teacher to come.
Some of us prepared the computer and projector for the teacher's use.
When he arrived, we expected him to upload his slide presentation of the lecture and start with his 'usual' bout of lecture. However we were instead approached with a different method of learning... He asked general, non-specific, thought provoking questions which admittedly none of us really knew how to answer...
Why?
It wasn't that we didn't know about the subject in question. Rather, there is a 'thought block', a wall that obstructs the connection of one part of our neurons to another to allow us to freely THINK.
The teacher's intention of teaching is to impart, the popular word, his knowledge in hope that we may assimilate, analyze and apply his teachings. In 'modern' times, we have all sorts of gadgets and technologies to assist us. These utilities are meant to make the teacher's purpose of imparting his knowledge easier. Rather today, I (and probably he) witnessed that all the technologies available did not at all help achieve his objectives.
The teacher's purpose of teaching is not really to directly transfer his knowledge. Rather in his own words, he wishes to initiate, ignite the students to gain that knowledge on his own.
This is the part where we fail to realize. Knowledge in the end has to be earned and requires our own initiative and our own spark ignition to comprehend to understand what we have learned. That will then be knowledge. Without the will from the individual to learn, to gain knowledge, we will in the end fail to gain anything...
This aspect of learning needs to be realized before the principles of it disappears completely. Then what will be left is learning purely by forcing to retain 'what was said' and not really to attain knowledge.
Our teacher today realized this. Which is good. Teachers like this fortunately still exist.
My worry is after. Will this type of teacher continue to exist? Will the numbers continuously reduce and eventually fade? Will the true objectives of teaching and learning be reduced to mindless fact gathering without trully appreciating the knowledge behind it?
Sunday, November 16, 2008
Learning too much?
Met an old friend (quite old at 60) at the Mamak place. I didn't recognize him at first until I got closer (whata severe case of prospagnosia).
He invited me over for bfast.
I was saying, " I didn't recognize you at first glance."
Coverline: " You sure lost a lot of weight!" :D
He answered," Yes, I did... Do you know the reason why?"
"Why?"
"Women"
He opened up to me and told me about his recent divorce, marriage proposals to 4 different women, and how he was turned down by each individuals -- because of other men these women were still clinging to.
I didn't have to prod at all to listen to his story. He told me everything!
Now, I appreciate the accounts he gave me as I thought that it would make my little mind open up a bit to the cruel cruel realities of the world. But sometimes I do wish that I didn't know too much bout anybody's personal life. Cause then it becomes a responsibility to actly keep it a secret. Which is hard!
Im blogging about it right now!
But, yeah, really, there's just so much you wouldn't like to know about someone sometimes... But when you do know, it makes you a bit wary of the things that may happen to you, or the other person.
Some of the methods you learn in life.
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
Title
Went to the sea today at 6.30 am.
Took off my Asadi crocs, shed my t-shirt, walked to the sea, swam a bit, floated spread eagle, and I saw the blue sky.
I was for a moment free.
For a moment soaring.
A part of the expanded blue.
Deprived of weight.
Bliss.
Then McDonalds.
Took off my Asadi crocs, shed my t-shirt, walked to the sea, swam a bit, floated spread eagle, and I saw the blue sky.
I was for a moment free.
For a moment soaring.
A part of the expanded blue.
Deprived of weight.
Bliss.
Then McDonalds.
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