G-xpress: Creations 2010-2011 (part 2 )

Friday, August 26, 2011

Creations 2010-2011 (part 2 )

BULLETIN BOARD DESIGNS

Whether they are done to aid and enhance instruction or to create an ambiance conducive to learning, or to present evidence of understanding, bulletin boards play an indispensable role in a classroom setting.

Fruit Basket (Arabic Class)

In SIS, it is such a pleasure to just get wild with bulletin board display ideas, primarily because the resources abound....and if some elements are ever so lacking, we create them.

The Y2G Friendship Tree

Colours Abound (Year 2 Green)

Sounding Letters Around the World

The Alphabet Line

The Food Pyramid (Science 2)

Y2G Tasks

Details of a Vine

The Class of Year 2 Green

Border Details

Welcoming Year 2 Green

Looking Out of The Window (Foundation School Role Play Area)

France Landmarks (French class)

Fruit Basket (Arabic Class)

Tints and Shades (Art :Year 2)

Vote Wisely

Measuring (Numeracy -Year 2G)

Visit Our Island (Geography -Year 2 Green)

Working on Adjectives (Literacy- Year 2 Green)

Numbers (Year 1 Playground)

We Are the Year 4 Pirates

The Star Camp (Year 5 & 6)

Multiple Monsters (Numeracy-Year 4)

Reaching the Stars (Y2G Achievers)

What We think (Arabic Class)

Colours in Arabic

Changes in Our Body (Science)

Year 2 Green Picture Collage

Find Me in New York City (Literacy -Year 2 Green)

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THE FIRST TIME I TRIED TO WRITE an essay, my third grade teacher returned it to me , her normally serene face furrowing in a mixture of consternation and annoyance: “ This isn’t an essay, Gee” she announced in her deceptively soft voice, “ can you do something to turn it into one?” One eyebrow shot up, signaling that she wants it to be done. Pronto. No arguments.

Not that I would have argued. She was right. No one can call a one-sentence piece an essay. The incident struck a deep chord in me, primarily because that was the first time a teacher chastised me. Since then, I resolved to submit only written works that I can be proud of.

As I struggled to improve my craft, I encountered loads of obstacles, mostly streaming from the rigors of language use. But I was lucky. I had a constant inspiration who prodded me to go on , beef up and polish my work: MY FATHER. My late father, Mr Sixto B. Jacome was a prolific writer himself. He was - in every sense of the word- a bookworm . To call him a “fountain of ideas” is an understatement, it would be more apt to dub him as “waterfall of ideas”

My journey towards becoming a real writer kicked off though, when I was selected as the representative of our school in an essay writing contest. I won but it was an empty victory because I submitted a memorized piece. When I did not make it in the regional levels with the same piece, I uttered a deep sigh of relief. Oddly, the failure left me with a feeling of tranquility and silent joy, such refreshing thoughts compared to the guilt of gaining a title which left a bitter taste in my mouth.

The experience did not sour my eagerness to dabble into the world of creative writing. Reading my father’s works egged me to try on several methods and techniques to refine any written work I accomplished, be it a simple haiku or a full-length novel. Having brilliant Communication Arts teachers in highschool and in college facilitated my journey. Having a diary also helped a lot.

Soon, writing became one of the activities I can never do without. It became a source of relaxation, an avenue for expression and an arena for release of tension. It didn’t take much to keep my ballpoint pen rolling. Even the simplest and normally unnoticeable objects can stimulate my motor nerves to flex my fingers….to make my palm itch…. to write.

When my father passed away in 1994, it was as if my writing spirit was maimed. It was only the thought that he would never have wanted to see my disfigured spirit that jabbed me awake to carry on the beautiful legacy that he sowed in me and so I wrote one of the most painful and difficult reflections : “ON DEATH”.
It was largely due to my father that I resolved to impart to my students the therapeutic value of writing. And so, even as I’m not teaching Communication Arts, I have always made it a point to know what’s on my student’s minds thru their essays, poems and other literary works. This mission included encouraging my students to appreciate literary gems written by some of the masters and other contemporary writers.