Because I am failing NanoWrimo...
I think I should feel perhaps a little depressed. This gal (and friend) from the English units in the Ma was monitoring the computer lab yesterday and while making the usual small talk (which last time lead to the History of M&Ms) I mentioned the NaNoWriMo and she said she tried it two years ago or something and that she won. I was like OMG WOW YOU DID? o_o *shiny eyes*
But then I left the lab and all that was left of it was a little envy that bordered only just slightly on jealousy.
Because it is day sixteen and I only have about a little less than 20 000 words and the whole thing just isn't very coherent. At all. It's random and I think this is reason enough to feel depressed, but then, I take my next class and decide I'm going to post my feelings on my rottingLJ rather than try and fit it on my messy NaNo.
My Teacher for 'Analyse de la langue' is more pwnsome than words can say and I think I'm in love.only a little bit though XD
Sakura's 'crush' on her teacher Kaho in CCS rarely has made more sense to me. :P
Seriously, she's just so full of talent, she sits at her desks after handing us a bunch of pages with exercises which instructions we do not even understand at the beginning of class. Then in that sweet, gentle, and ever patient manner of hers, she teaches and by the end of two hours, even though it is an evening class, I understand everything and even find time to ponder about it a bit more deeply and fill the page with side notes. I come out feeling distinctly more educated, more confident and more worthy of trust.
This, my friends, is quite an achievement. And it really is all the kid in me ever wanted from her school. Last time this deed was accomplished, it was*SPARKLEZ* Miss Dedic *SPARKLEZ*, my maths teacher in grade 9 and 10. :3 I miss her too.
Anyway, this teacher, her name mean 'skies', or so I thought, until I found out it actually the plural of Name! So it's really 'names'*oooh!o.o!*. She's very pretty, and she makes pregnancy look like something cool, (though unfortunately, I guess that also means she won't be there next semester *sigh*, my idiotic male classmates are still meditating on whether or not she's just fat around the belly) her voice is so nice, she pronounces every word eloquently; her explanations are slow and her sentences almost poetic and they never fail to show a little of how knowledgeable she is about the three (which are actually a lot more than that) cultural backgrounds of the languages within which all of us are dwelling. It is so meaningful.
She's just someone you would want to hug most of the time (her swelled belly makes her look a bit cuddly and reminds me of when Mom was pregnant with my bro. Yeah, "young teachers can be like that", you might say, and yes, it is true that, back in 12th grade every girl (and far too many boys) in my class thought the biology teachers was like 'So Much Wuv~~ XD', but I have to admit that, in comparison, I was gushing reluctantly.
This teacher is just so nice, she's smart and well learned AND she makes it look easy. She's considerate when we make silly mistakes and gives us a chance to make up for it and then another and it just never stops. She's patient and encouraging, she advises and is funny and laughs with us because she thinks we're also nice and funny.
She was a student just like us something like less than a decade ago and so she knows what problems we are facing with the administration and authorities in this unit are like.
When she smiles I find myself smiling sincerely too, when she compliments me on a job well done I beam like I did in third grade when I was barely seven, when she tells me I have reasons to feel confident about my capacities I stop my wallowing in self-pity and blush and look away because, coming from her whom I really have come to admire, it really means something.
Suddenly the world's educational system isn't all that bad and full of wrong. It is not just about slowly achieving a life goal anymore, it's not just about trying to make your parents proud, or about avoiding getting too much of a mean/or just plain weird teacher's attention to deviate from obvious trouble, it's not about competition between classmates either.
It's about having a hero, someone to look up to, and wanting dearly to someday become 'just like them', and making them proud too.
I feel younger and more genuine inside than I have felt about my education in far too long. :) And I think I'm a little braver for it too. :D
But then I left the lab and all that was left of it was a little envy that bordered only just slightly on jealousy.
Because it is day sixteen and I only have about a little less than 20 000 words and the whole thing just isn't very coherent. At all. It's random and I think this is reason enough to feel depressed, but then, I take my next class and decide I'm going to post my feelings on my rottingLJ rather than try and fit it on my messy NaNo.
My Teacher for 'Analyse de la langue' is more pwnsome than words can say and I think I'm in love.only a little bit though XD
Sakura's 'crush' on her teacher Kaho in CCS rarely has made more sense to me. :P
Seriously, she's just so full of talent, she sits at her desks after handing us a bunch of pages with exercises which instructions we do not even understand at the beginning of class. Then in that sweet, gentle, and ever patient manner of hers, she teaches and by the end of two hours, even though it is an evening class, I understand everything and even find time to ponder about it a bit more deeply and fill the page with side notes. I come out feeling distinctly more educated, more confident and more worthy of trust.
This, my friends, is quite an achievement. And it really is all the kid in me ever wanted from her school. Last time this deed was accomplished, it was*SPARKLEZ* Miss Dedic *SPARKLEZ*, my maths teacher in grade 9 and 10. :3 I miss her too.
Anyway, this teacher, her name mean 'skies', or so I thought, until I found out it actually the plural of Name! So it's really 'names'*oooh!o.o!*. She's very pretty, and she makes pregnancy look like something cool, (though unfortunately, I guess that also means she won't be there next semester *sigh*, my idiotic male classmates are still meditating on whether or not she's just fat around the belly) her voice is so nice, she pronounces every word eloquently; her explanations are slow and her sentences almost poetic and they never fail to show a little of how knowledgeable she is about the three (which are actually a lot more than that) cultural backgrounds of the languages within which all of us are dwelling. It is so meaningful.
She's just someone you would want to hug most of the time (her swelled belly makes her look a bit cuddly and reminds me of when Mom was pregnant with my bro. Yeah, "young teachers can be like that", you might say, and yes, it is true that, back in 12th grade every girl (and far too many boys) in my class thought the biology teachers was like 'So Much Wuv~~ XD', but I have to admit that, in comparison, I was gushing reluctantly.
This teacher is just so nice, she's smart and well learned AND she makes it look easy. She's considerate when we make silly mistakes and gives us a chance to make up for it and then another and it just never stops. She's patient and encouraging, she advises and is funny and laughs with us because she thinks we're also nice and funny.
She was a student just like us something like less than a decade ago and so she knows what problems we are facing with the administration and authorities in this unit are like.
When she smiles I find myself smiling sincerely too, when she compliments me on a job well done I beam like I did in third grade when I was barely seven, when she tells me I have reasons to feel confident about my capacities I stop my wallowing in self-pity and blush and look away because, coming from her whom I really have come to admire, it really means something.
Suddenly the world's educational system isn't all that bad and full of wrong. It is not just about slowly achieving a life goal anymore, it's not just about trying to make your parents proud, or about avoiding getting too much of a mean/or just plain weird teacher's attention to deviate from obvious trouble, it's not about competition between classmates either.
It's about having a hero, someone to look up to, and wanting dearly to someday become 'just like them', and making them proud too.
I feel younger and more genuine inside than I have felt about my education in far too long. :) And I think I'm a little braver for it too. :D