I'm tired.
Yeah. Right this moment I am. Fell asleep for a bit while reading HALO: Contact Harvest, and now I feel a bit energized. But yet I'm still tired.
Why?
Coz I get tired after being pissed off. Yep. Apparently being ticked off uses much of my energy nowadays. LOL.
Why the anger you ask the goofing groover?
You see earlier today I found out that a a group or a few people said some pretty bad things about me. Yes. Another one. But it came from a few people. To my 2nd boss. Yes, pretty shitty right? How I knew? A few people who weren't happy with what was happening came to me. They were unhappy and felt unjust with what happened. They came and told me to be ready.
Actually I was really caught off-guard with it. But I chose to ease down on the rage and keep my head level. At first all I wanted to do was rush to these so called 'backstabbing bastards' and pile up a few kilograms of pure Spartan II fists in their faces.
But what good will it do? It'll only prove them right and I have stooped to their stupidity and ignorance. And I for one am not in that league.
My wife and colleagues came to my aid. They talked and tried very hard to keep me calm. And upon posting a status on my FB page, my students came to my aid...which really help me wind down and remember what I was here in the first place. (Thank you all!)
I came to Unisel officially in 2007. With that I brought in my heart that I wanted to share my knowledge and experience to the younger generation of designers. I filled my head with grand ideas on how to teach effectively and plans so that the groups of graduating Art and Design students of Unisel are the best of the best.
Yes. That was my dream. It still was until earlier today.
I was shattered when I was told that I was bias...some students felt that I didn't teach them anything...I didn't give them the marks they deserved...and a bunch of other things that was kinda hard to believe that I did. I was so angry but yet I was sad and frustrated as well.
After awhile the sadness actually kicks in. And here I am...typing this very words with my heart aching. As a friend of mine mentioned in one of his comments, 'this is one of the challenges of an educator'. How true it is.
My approach in class has always been free. Why? Because being free unties the bonds of creativity. I joke. I tell stories. I teach. All the while hoping that what I impart on these young minds are knowledge that they can use in the future. That is an educator's hope.
But what happens when the joy that you instill in class is misused? Taken advantage? When students simple does not come to class because...they simply don't want to? The first thing you'd look at yourself and try to fix the situation. But when the situation does not improve? You work with what you can and adapt.
That is what I did and now it bites me in the ass. What a wonderful turn of events aye?
I'm bias?
Yes. Yes I am. I'm bias to students who commit themselves to my classes and do their work. I'm bias to students who are honest with me and want to learn. I'm bias to students who submit their work on time and shows effort in doing it. I'm bias to students who come to see me to show their work progress and gives me originality. If that is what I am bias about then yes, guilty as charged.
They didn't learn much in my class?
Well, I think I've been teaching for almost 4 years now and this is new. I mean how can you learn anything if your always missing from class? Don't these students understand that coming to class means coming to get knowledge. Do they expect me to go to their house and teach them while their sleeping and snoring in their comfy smelly beds? Coming to class late means you've missed a good portion of lecture and you can't expect me to give you a full 2 hour lecture again? Don't you think it's unfair to your early bird friends? So tell me my dear students, which part of your story is true? Did I or did I Not teach you enough? Look at yourself in the mirror and ask that.
They say they didn't get the marks they deserve?
How can I give you an 'A' for an effort that deserved a 'D'? How can I pass the student when it is clear that he or she submitted work that is a complete failure? Do these students not understand that if you want an 'A' then they should give me an 'A' effort. Not sketches on a piece of A3 paper and a character design done in the few minutes before your presentation. Plagiarism, should there even be marks for that?!! This is where the 'not-coming-to-class' PLUS the crappy work submitted comes to play. And you expect me to give you an 'A'?
So yes, at this moment I am sad. Why? Because there are individuals whom I call students have come to judge me and accuse me of not being a proper teacher.
All I ask is to look at yourself before passing judgment. Look at yourself whether you're the perfect model student to actually utter those words?
I really do hope these students of Art and Design Unisel (they are no students of mine...and from today onwards I do not know them) read this posting. I really do.
But then again...even if they do, will they understand?
I doubt it.
Yeah. Right this moment I am. Fell asleep for a bit while reading HALO: Contact Harvest, and now I feel a bit energized. But yet I'm still tired.
Why?
Coz I get tired after being pissed off. Yep. Apparently being ticked off uses much of my energy nowadays. LOL.
Why the anger you ask the goofing groover?
You see earlier today I found out that a a group or a few people said some pretty bad things about me. Yes. Another one. But it came from a few people. To my 2nd boss. Yes, pretty shitty right? How I knew? A few people who weren't happy with what was happening came to me. They were unhappy and felt unjust with what happened. They came and told me to be ready.
Actually I was really caught off-guard with it. But I chose to ease down on the rage and keep my head level. At first all I wanted to do was rush to these so called 'backstabbing bastards' and pile up a few kilograms of pure Spartan II fists in their faces.
But what good will it do? It'll only prove them right and I have stooped to their stupidity and ignorance. And I for one am not in that league.
My wife and colleagues came to my aid. They talked and tried very hard to keep me calm. And upon posting a status on my FB page, my students came to my aid...which really help me wind down and remember what I was here in the first place. (Thank you all!)
I came to Unisel officially in 2007. With that I brought in my heart that I wanted to share my knowledge and experience to the younger generation of designers. I filled my head with grand ideas on how to teach effectively and plans so that the groups of graduating Art and Design students of Unisel are the best of the best.
Yes. That was my dream. It still was until earlier today.
I was shattered when I was told that I was bias...some students felt that I didn't teach them anything...I didn't give them the marks they deserved...and a bunch of other things that was kinda hard to believe that I did. I was so angry but yet I was sad and frustrated as well.
After awhile the sadness actually kicks in. And here I am...typing this very words with my heart aching. As a friend of mine mentioned in one of his comments, 'this is one of the challenges of an educator'. How true it is.
My approach in class has always been free. Why? Because being free unties the bonds of creativity. I joke. I tell stories. I teach. All the while hoping that what I impart on these young minds are knowledge that they can use in the future. That is an educator's hope.
But what happens when the joy that you instill in class is misused? Taken advantage? When students simple does not come to class because...they simply don't want to? The first thing you'd look at yourself and try to fix the situation. But when the situation does not improve? You work with what you can and adapt.
That is what I did and now it bites me in the ass. What a wonderful turn of events aye?
I'm bias?
Yes. Yes I am. I'm bias to students who commit themselves to my classes and do their work. I'm bias to students who are honest with me and want to learn. I'm bias to students who submit their work on time and shows effort in doing it. I'm bias to students who come to see me to show their work progress and gives me originality. If that is what I am bias about then yes, guilty as charged.
They didn't learn much in my class?
Well, I think I've been teaching for almost 4 years now and this is new. I mean how can you learn anything if your always missing from class? Don't these students understand that coming to class means coming to get knowledge. Do they expect me to go to their house and teach them while their sleeping and snoring in their comfy smelly beds? Coming to class late means you've missed a good portion of lecture and you can't expect me to give you a full 2 hour lecture again? Don't you think it's unfair to your early bird friends? So tell me my dear students, which part of your story is true? Did I or did I Not teach you enough? Look at yourself in the mirror and ask that.
They say they didn't get the marks they deserve?
How can I give you an 'A' for an effort that deserved a 'D'? How can I pass the student when it is clear that he or she submitted work that is a complete failure? Do these students not understand that if you want an 'A' then they should give me an 'A' effort. Not sketches on a piece of A3 paper and a character design done in the few minutes before your presentation. Plagiarism, should there even be marks for that?!! This is where the 'not-coming-to-class' PLUS the crappy work submitted comes to play. And you expect me to give you an 'A'?
So yes, at this moment I am sad. Why? Because there are individuals whom I call students have come to judge me and accuse me of not being a proper teacher.
All I ask is to look at yourself before passing judgment. Look at yourself whether you're the perfect model student to actually utter those words?
I really do hope these students of Art and Design Unisel (they are no students of mine...and from today onwards I do not know them) read this posting. I really do.
But then again...even if they do, will they understand?
I doubt it.
