Here I am again...
Alone.
Well, if your at the office on Sunday definitely you'll be alone right?
It's not really creepy or scary come to think of it...but its kinda pleasant...one thing for sure, no student is gonna pop up and want to hang out...hahahaha...not that I have any complaint, but at least I can get some work done.
Marking my student's works.
God...this is the most hateful time of each semester. You're here wondering wether you did right or not, did you manage to teach these people anything...or nothing. And here I am marking 100 students works. This semester I'm teaching Digital Imaging and 2D Animation. A subject that I am so passionate about. So I pour my heart out teaching as best as I can. Giving them as much as I can give...
...until the end of semester...
I remember telling a colleague of mine,"Don't hope too much, those kids will end up destroying it and you'll be left heartbroken..."...
So much for that piece of advice...I preached, but I didn't do. I hoped. I was bombarded with their enthusiasm and I was seeing great things being produced. Alas...there weren't any. When I received their works, slowly I felt my heart ache. The more I looked into it I fell into depression. I started to doubt myself. Trust me, the feeling I had at that time was nothing but shame. Shame at myself for putting so much hope. If it were up to me, almost 90% would fail! Gave them 3 weeks to do it, and they gave me works like they did in 3mins...
But...among those rocks (black fungi infested ones) there were gems. True gems that really gave me my ray of hope back. Those students, despite being a handful were the ones that manage to pull me back. To assure me that I really did right. I did teach them enough. And I could never be any prouder of them.
So among the darkness of broken hope, sometimes you just have to give it a little while to see the small little rays of light. It may not be much, but it sure is enough to keep me going.
Alone.
Well, if your at the office on Sunday definitely you'll be alone right?
It's not really creepy or scary come to think of it...but its kinda pleasant...one thing for sure, no student is gonna pop up and want to hang out...hahahaha...not that I have any complaint, but at least I can get some work done.
Marking my student's works.
God...this is the most hateful time of each semester. You're here wondering wether you did right or not, did you manage to teach these people anything...or nothing. And here I am marking 100 students works. This semester I'm teaching Digital Imaging and 2D Animation. A subject that I am so passionate about. So I pour my heart out teaching as best as I can. Giving them as much as I can give...
...until the end of semester...
I remember telling a colleague of mine,"Don't hope too much, those kids will end up destroying it and you'll be left heartbroken..."...
So much for that piece of advice...I preached, but I didn't do. I hoped. I was bombarded with their enthusiasm and I was seeing great things being produced. Alas...there weren't any. When I received their works, slowly I felt my heart ache. The more I looked into it I fell into depression. I started to doubt myself. Trust me, the feeling I had at that time was nothing but shame. Shame at myself for putting so much hope. If it were up to me, almost 90% would fail! Gave them 3 weeks to do it, and they gave me works like they did in 3mins...
But...among those rocks (black fungi infested ones) there were gems. True gems that really gave me my ray of hope back. Those students, despite being a handful were the ones that manage to pull me back. To assure me that I really did right. I did teach them enough. And I could never be any prouder of them.
So among the darkness of broken hope, sometimes you just have to give it a little while to see the small little rays of light. It may not be much, but it sure is enough to keep me going.
