G-xpress: Creations 2010-2011 (part 3 )

Friday, August 26, 2011

Creations 2010-2011 (part 3 )

AND THERE'S MORE....

In a workplace where teamwork really works, and inspiration abounds, masterpieces come to life. The Year 2 Art Exhibition presented a glimpse of such:

STARTISTS

(The Year2 Art Exhibition)

The Man in a Bowler Hat

Yes, It's Andy Warhol

Sculptures by Year 2 Young Artists

Year 2 Snake Sculptures

MORE CREATIVE IDEAS

and the ideas just keep pouring in....

The Y2G Classroom

The Blue Shark

Y2G Perpetual Calendar

Today's schedule

Y2G Treasures

Y2G Credit Cards Slot

Y2G Colour Aliens

Diwali Design (on the floor)

Y2g Rangoli

Leo

Elephant Mask

Lion Mask

Mouse Mask

Brainstorming

The Tree of Knowledge (Foundation school lobby)

Y2Green Cinema

The Y2G Viper

Y2G Guardian

2 comments:

AnonymousMarch 21, 2012 at 11:51 PM
Dear Sis, love your creations of the classroom. I am Salihah residing in Singapore.I looking into creating activities that are in the math, language and arts corner.As my students are 5 year olds K1 and they are on a project on 'The hungry caterpilar' base on the storybook that they like. Could you give me idea.
my add will be. mhdhermi@gmail.com

Thanks.
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UnknownApril 10, 2012 at 2:23 PM
Hi, thank you for the lovely compliment. I apologise for the late reply but it's only now that i had the time to revisit my blog :(
The Hungry caterpillar is indeed, a great springboard that'll get those creative neurons running. I haven't used it , myself....but here are some personal ideas and some which I gleaned from my co-workers:
a) making caterpillars made of egg cartons and pipe cleaners
b) taking picture of every child holding a stage of the butterfly life cycle which the child has designed
c.) making cocoons out of clay/ playdough/ plaster of paris
d) fashioning 3d objects (paper mache) of the elements found in the story
e.) remaking the ending of the story
f) making a mobile of the story
and a whole lot more....
good luck and more power.
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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.

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Friday, August 26, 2011

Creations 2010-2011 (part 3 )

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