Our Simple Tenses of the Verb Class

I never expected yesterday’s and today’s sessions as four of my most enjoyable lessons and classes in my teaching life.

Our lesson was simply about the Simple Tenses of the Verb. For fourth year students, this lesson would have been a cliché for them already, for they had learned this when they were still in their grade school years. However, yesterday’s and today’s classes went to show that there was still something that they had to learn and relearn. The lesson on simple tenses of the verb seemed to be ‘simple’, but most students (even professionals) got mistakes with this—in spite of how simple it is.

After the prayer, we started with our game: Verb Charades. These were the instructions that I gave before the game:

1. The class will be divided into two teams.

2. Each team will choose one classmate as their guesser. The rest of team will be the clue-givers.

3. A short sentence, each with different verb tense, will be presented to the team while the guesser, who will be in front of the team, will be guessing the sentence correctly.

4. The sentences that will be presented to the team will be in the past tense, present tense, and future tense respectively.

5. For the guesser to guess the sentence successfully, the team has to act out the sentence.

6. Each team is given 5 minutes to guess the three sentences. The team who guesses the three sentences correctly (or who has the higher number of points) will win.

When the game started, both teams had fun in acting out the sentences, and the guessers also had fun (and anxiety) in guessing and giving the sentences correctly. The following sentences had to be guessed:

For Team A:

The boy ate ice cream. (past tense)

Father dances on the stage. (present tense)

The carpenter will build a house tomorrow. (future tense)

For Team B:

The girl drank milk. (past tense)

Mother cooks in the kitchen. (present tense)

The policeman will catch the thief tomorrow. (future tense)

Though one team won over another, both teams had fun. So did I.

the four sections (with two teams each) during their verb charades

We then went to the lecture-discussion afterwards. During the discussion, my students listened intently, and some even asked questions to clarify some things. I sensed that they really had the gusto to learn, and I highly appreciated their dedication to learn. Another thing, after the discussion, I mentioned some sentences to my students to which they had to identify whether the tense used in each sentence was in the simple past, simple present, or simple future tense. The flow of the oral drill was good, until I mentioned the sentence, “I am beautiful.” In the four sections (of different sessions), the students really answered me with “PAST!” OK fine. LOL I just continued with another sentence. “I will give you a zero later.” The students abruptly replied, “No, Ma’am!” LOL Well, generally, the discussion went smoothly and of course, fun!

After the lecture-discussion, we proceeded to the evaluation part: the Rap Game. The gist of the activity was for them to compose a short rap song using the tenses of the verb. After fifteen minutes of composing and practicing, each group presented their ‘cute’ and fun presentations.

Generosity section writing then rapping! 🙂

Honesty groups during their Rap performances

Loyalty groups, yoh!

Humiliteam! 😀

Despite the short time given to them for their practice, they were still able to come up with nice performances. They weren’t perfect—yes, but they were good. Above all, aside from the fact that they relearned the simple tenses of the verb, they were also able to appreciate the simple tenses of the verb—in a fun and cool way.

Break it down. 🙂

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The Long Weekend is Over!

After five consecutive days of holiday (in Davao City particularly), I could say that majority had really enjoyed the long weekend. Some stayed in the city and squeezed themselves with other spectators during the festival. Some went elsewhere. Some stayed in their homes instead. Whichever, everyone enjoyed the long weekend – in one way or another.

However, for me, it was not that super, ultra, mega fun at all. I thought my long weekend would be one of the most enjoyable long weekends ever, but it turned out to be the irony. Let’s just say, I expected too much? Yeah. I expected too much. Maybe I hated the idea of “planning things that would be turning out to be FAIL eventually!” Well, I did not have any choice but to accept the fact that the long weekend was finally over, and our plans were merely plans. Better luck next time though.

Despite the frustrations and disappointments that I had over the long weekend, somehow, I was able “to enjoy”. My husband and I spent most of the days together – sleeping, waking up late, drinking coffee, facing the net (which I did most of the time), cooking, eating, talking, and cuddling. For me, these common activities turned out be fun for us, for we were able to enjoy each other’s company. We might have not gone to the resort, where we were supposed to go for our short vacation slash honeymoon (LOL!), but we were able to spend time together at home. No expense paid. Blissful.

So in lieu of being into a sulk after my frustrations over the long weekend, happiness and blessedness overwhelmed me. I thank the Lord, for the long weekend had given me and my husband precious time and moments to relax our bodies and minds and to be with each other of course. Priceless.

Tomorrow is another day – another day to celebrate life and to celebrate the blessings that the Lord has been giving us.

Blessings everyone! 🙂

An Early Morning Brawl

Holiday, at last!

I was supposed to sleep longer and wake up later this day. I was supposed to give my body the rest that it had been longing for. I was supposed to relax my mind, my heart, and my soul from the strenuous activities that I had over the days, weeks, and months. However, all of these I-was-supposed-to stuffs were popped up like a balloon pricked by a pin. It was supposed to be a sweet and good morning for me. It was supposed to be.

I was able to wake up at 6 in the morning, yet I did not decide to get up yet. I went back to sleep, and I mesmerized the comfy feeling to be on our bed. Everything was fine until I heard screams and cries in the adjacent room. There they went again — my brother and his wife brawling.

“What an alarm clock!” I said to myself. I went to check out what was happening. Well, yeah, they were having “war”. My relatives also checked out what was happening. We just looked at each other and shook our heads because of the scenario. We still heard screams, blames, and the like, and they had irritated us already. Why were they quarreling early in the morning? Our eyes were still puffed from our deep sleep, and our hair was still as disorganized as how their things turned into! That wasn’t their first time to argue though, but every time they would have, all of us in the abode would become witnesses to their “Face to Face”. Facepalm!

I felt the pity for my brother and his wife. But more than the pity was the disappointment. I was so disappointed for many reasons (which I would not mention and enumerate anymore.) If they had some issues within themselves, they SHOULD have to keep them with themselves. I mean, their arguments should not reach to the extent of having my mother as their referee. They were supposed to be mature. They had to be mature for themselves, for their kids. Perhaps their kids could not be blamed if they would have tantrums sometimes because they could see that their parents had their own tantrums, too. Disappointing.

I knew I was not supposed to write this actually. It’s like I had something bad towards my brother and his family. It’s not that. However, I just could not contain the feeling of keeping something in my mind and my heart in this instance. I wrote this not to expose to the world how my brother and his wife had been affecting our lives whenever they had a fight, but I wrote this because I believed there was a lesson. A lesson.

Misunderstandings are normal within a family, between couples. However, despite these misunderstandings, families, or couples for this matter, must learn to value their relationship more than to dwell much on their pride and hatred. I am not saying that my relationship with my husband is perfect. We have some arguments and misunderstandings, too. But, we always see to it that we will never be overwhelmed with our anger and pride; thus, we talk and iron things out before the sun sets. I may consider myself lucky and blessed too, for my husband is one of the people in the world who has the longest patience, in spite of how mean I am to him. Even though, if trust, faith, and love were present in a family, everything would run smoothly and subtly.

As I was writing this, I could still hear my brother let out screams. I had nothing else to help him (or them) but my prayers. I pray that as soon as possible, they will fix all the things that they have to fix — like their durabox.

The Unexplainable Joy of Being a Fourth Year High School Teacher

Who would have thought that teaching fourth year students would be actually fun?

Before I began to teach fourth year students, I taught Grade 1 pupils. Yes, from Grade 1 to fourth year. I already expected for big adjustments in whatever or whichever should I be adjusting with – learning styles, subject matters, environment, and the learners themselves. Would I be able to adjust soon? Would I be able to give what my new students need?

Days and weeks passed by, and I was slowly coping with the adjustments. I was able to adjust a little with their learning style –  the Dynamic Learning Program or what we called the Independent Learning. I was able to adjust with the environment also. Well-adjusted so to speak! With the subject matters, I admit that they sometimes gave me headaches because to be honest, I had to study them again! My knowledge for higher level of English was already buried, so I had to exhume such knowledge again (if there’s any! Haha!) Perhaps, I couldn’t be blamed, for I had only taught the Alphabet, Common and Proper Nouns, Pronouns, Adjectives, and the like for three years. Grade 1 teacher, remember?

Generally, I had adjusted quite swiftly. I never thought that I would be able to adapt in a new environment well and fast. With my new set of “kids”, I might find them noisy and uncontrollable sometimes, yet they’re still far different from my grade 1 kids. Well, they should be.

I knew it had still been a month or so of being with my seniors, but I could definitely say that I had been feeling and enjoying this unexplainable joy of being a fourth year teacher.

My Very First Boyfriend

(Disclaimer: He WAS just my first boyfriend! He is NOT my husband!)

I thought I was the ugliest person, well, woman in the whole world, until I met and loved my very first boyfriend.

We were just friends. Actually, I became his ‘counselor’ when a friend of mine busted him. I gave him pieces of advice, comforted him during his down moods, and accompanied him whenever he felt alone. He, on the other hand, unceasingly shared his stories, too.

When days and weeks passed, everything changed. He started to be sweeter to me – not as a friend, but as someone else. I thought it wasn’t anything. However, there was a sudden wind of change – he courted me.

It took only weeks for him to court me. Why prolong the agony? As what the adage says, “Grab the opportunity!” I might sound too desperate, but I said “Yes!” to him. We both felt that as if fireworks had exploded and illumined the night sky. I was in total bliss. From then on, I had thought that I was the most beautiful woman in the whole world.

(I wrote and shared this during our Teaching Writing Workshop this afternoon. However, there were several revisions and additions made in this write-up.)

Mama’s Day!

Me and Mama — WACKY! :p

She sleeps late, but wakes up early for us. She has fewer clothes, but washes and irons our clothes and uniforms. She eats less, but she cooks enough food for us. She hates our mess, but she cleans such mess for us. She only has one body, but she wishes that she could do many things at the same time. She is a woman, but for us, she is our mother.

Our mothers are not only our mother; they can also be our teacher, counselor, sister, or even best friend. However, if I were to say some things about my own mother, I would like to say the following about her:

1. Mama is such a nagger.

I remembered when I was young (tigulang na jud diay ko LOL), my mama used to nag especially to the three of us because we were so lazy in doing the household chores and our house was always a “Battleship” because we kept on fighting. Mama kept on raising her voice, but at the end, she would just surrender (Gahi jud mi’g ulo! Hahaha!)

2. Mama is sometimes the “antagonist” in the family.

If our family planned, for example an outing or even a simple dinner outside, my mom would readily say “No!” (Gastos daw! Hehehe!)

3. Mama is really the homemaker.

Before, despite calling our names for several times just to do this or that, she would still be the one who would do the chore. As what she always used to say “Akong sugo, akong sugot!”

4. Mama is our Master Chef.

My family, relatives, and friends could attest to how good my mom is at cooking. Her specialties are adobo and patatim. Yum!

5. Mama is our accountant.

From electric bills to water bills, she is responsible in dividing the amount to be paid by several parties (My aunt’s and uncle’s families are living with us in the same ‘apartment-type’ house.) *wink*

I know my mother is not the only aforementioned mother in the world. Maybe, your mother could also be a nagger (actually, mostly are!), the antagonist in the family, the homemaker, your Master Chef and your accountant. She may be against or in favor of us sometimes, but generally, our mothers are there for us. If I were to add another mother’s role, it would be a superhero. Just like the superheroes that we see on screen, though they are not in costume, they are ready to defend and save us to their utmost extent. They are ready to sacrifice just for our sake.

Before I would end this, let me say (or write) these words:

Mama, kabalo ko dili nimo ni mabasahan kay dili man ka naga-internet (hehe!) Ma, daghan kaayong salamat sa pagmahal nimo sa amoa. Maski mga sipat ug badlungon mi sa una (hangtod karon), love gihapon mi nimo. Sorry sa among mga nahimo nga nakapa-hurt sa imo. Hina-ot unta nga taga-an pa ka ni LORD ug better health, longer patience, and a much happier life with us. Pray lang jud ta kanunay kay Lord. Ma-grant lagi Niya ang atong mga ginapangandoy.

To our beloved Mama Leonida Prospero Anino, Happy Mother’s Day and we love you! :*

Happy Mother’s Day, mommies! 🙂

Five Years! (and counting…)

A picture of us taken last January 1, 2009. Yeah, we were still thin then!

Who could ever imagine a diplomatic, introvert, and reserved Arbie dela Torre would court an immature, gregarious, and loud Rudylen Anino?

Looking back to those days when Arbie asked me to be his girl friend, I was in bliss and at the same time hesitations for some reasons – my studies, my insecurities, our own past relationships, our differences. Despite these hesitations though, on April 28, 2007, I still said “Yes!” to him. Did I really fall in love with him instantly? No. Did he? He said yes, but I was not just sure (hahaha!)

Our first few months of being boyfriend-girlfriend turned out to be bittersweet. We had been into several arguments, quarrels, confrontations and the worst, breaking up once. I know these were just spices of our relationship. However, what made our relationship ‘much more delicious’ were our sweet nothings, thoughtful conversations, and the best, our love for each other.

As days, months, and years pass by, Arbie and I have never failed to show our love, care, and respect for each other. Five years of being together is not a joke. For me, it is an achievement. It is as if I received my medallion of being a Cum Laude or my trophy of being a runner-up in Trans Eclectics during Intramurals. However, it is more than the aforementioned. For me, these five years is a testimony that “Opposites attract” and “Love conquers all.” You may or may not agree though, yet for me, that is how our love has grown and has made us stronger, happier, and more blessed.

Question: Will we still keep on celebrating our anniversary as boyfriend-girlfriend even if we are already married? Answer: Yes! So we will be celebrating two of the most important dates in our lives and we will be cherishing the feeling of blissfulness and blessedness that only happy couples can genuinely feel.

So to the man whom I loved, love and will love forever and ever, Mr. Arbie A. dela Torre, Happy 5th anniversary as bf-gf and 4th monthsary as husband and wife. I love you very much! ♥

Happy on our 60th & 4th! (and yes! We have grown bigger! LOL!) 🙂