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Greetings in the name of the Immaculate Conception! 

In this blog site, you can see the blogs of my students as part of their activities in English. Just click the name of the student that you want to read under "My Links."

Also, you can read the blogs of my colleague in the English area. He also makes use of blogs as a way to teach writing. His blog site is www.tabulas.com/~r_02. Under his links are the blogs of his students.

Thank you.

Enjoy!

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To all my readers and visitors in this site (if I do have), I'll try to still update this blog. My baby Mac can't post kasi my entries in Tabulas. But it can post in Blogspot. So, my more updated blog site is the blogspot site whichis www.juliaembuscado.blogspot.com.

I do recognize that my students still use the Tabulas site so I won't be deleting this account so I can still keep in touch with them. But if I have found a way that I can link my students' and friends' site in blogspot, I'll immediately do that. It's just that I still haven't explored the features of blogspot.

 Thank you.

Staying insane,

Julia

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Change Change Change...

Word that I constantly here whenever there's a meeting in any organization or group.

But what do we really change? System? Ways on how things are run? Policies?

Whatever it is, it's all useless.

Why? It's people we need to change. To change that, it takes forever!

Anyone who wants change should have the patience as huge as the universe. It takes a lifetime to do it. And when you get old, tendency is you abhor change. That's why I look up to people who despite their old age, are very open to the changing world and they are actually coping with the change. And I wonder why there are some people who are not still old and yet they don't do their share for a good change, or worse, they are not changing themselves so they can work well with the others and with the nature.

Like right now, with my presence here in this world, how has it been? Has the little world where I belong and where I live in been a better place because of me? Or has it been worse?

And, even if I've done something already, not so good things happening around me still continue to pop out, grow and stay. Do I live with it or do I do something about it?

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Lately, it has been a lot of leaving.

I leave my old self. I leave my old life. It's good though. It's helping myself.

I leave my bag. I leave my dog. It's normal. It's part of my daily routine.

Now, I leave my students. It saddens me. It's breaking a part of me.

The majority of fourth year high school  who were once strangers to me, are now close to my hearts. It's surprising. I never thought of feeling that.

Well, they are the ones who are not exactly intelligently popular but for me they're far better than that. They are real people. They show who they are and who they are is just as loveable as the seemingly (according to them) loveable.

To KALAYAAN: From the start, I had seen myself handling you for the whole school year. But for unavoidable circumstances, I have to leave your class. It sucks. Really. I just see so much potential in your class. It's okay though. We still have Thursdays.

To KARANGALAN: Though I knew from the start that I am not your permanent teacher, you still accepted me with all your hyperness and warm smiles and laughters especially when Jeffrey starts to read and joke around. English time which starts at 2:55 is really extremely hot. I can get hot headed anytime but not in your class. Remember, in each one of you, there's always the potential to be good and to be the best that you can be. Sigh.

 To KATARUNGAN: The controversial class. I really really really appreciate that you behave in my class. You know from the start that I did not care about your past. I really don't care about what happened to you before. Thanks for being real to me, for being open to me and for appreciating me. You are all good in your own silent and undiscovered way. Sigh again.

to SAN JUAN BOSCO: The babies among the biggies (Seniors) that I handle. Thank you so much for your hardwork, patience and notable willingness to learn. Continue striving for high standards and you will go far. I will always remember your innocence and sweetness. Thanks for appreciating me.

Now, I am starting to realize that I prefer being a teacher more than a coordinator. Sheepish smile.

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After such a long time of not blogging and maybe, in a way, making sense, here I go again...trying to make sense.

All I'm really gonna say is, nothing.

Okay. Ciao.