Gw janji kemaren mo selesaiin Daily Routine gw tapi kok nggak mood, yah?
Di Bulletin Board gw, ada tuh topik bahasan Apa yang Membuat Lo Sedih Seminggu Ini?
Mmm, nothing personal sih ya. Tapi gw lumayan kecewa waktu tau Dave Barry, kolumnis humor favorit gw bakal istirahat nulis kolom mingguan dia. Katanya sih, ada kemungkinan dia bakal balik lagi nulis di Miami Herald dalam waktu satu tahun, but who knows?
Sigh.
O ya, Jumat kemaren, giliran kelas Green 5 en YAC 3 (kelas Senin-Rabu). Kelas Green 5 udah janjian ama Pak Nanda nggak mau masuk Jumat. Jadi tiap kali Jumat jadwal kelas Senin-Rabu, gw cuma perlu nyiapin kelas YAC 3 aja.
Naaah. Kebetulan lagi kelas ini pas baru abis midterm, giliran video show. Beneran banget gw nggak ngapa-ngapain.
Aniwei, setelah perdebatan panjang yang menghasilkan judul-judul film "nggak jelas," ("What?! American Pie? Of course not!!!") buntut-buntutnya kita malah nonton Home Alone 2.
Duh, tu film emang nggak ada matinya. Sampe sekarang, gw masi ketawa aja kalo nonton.
Hari Jumat itu juga kita meeting. Ceritanya review, karena term kelima udah selesai. (Termnya suka numpuk, I don't know why - yang jelas sih, kelas-kelas baru dibuka tiap satu setengah atau dua bulan sekali.) Kalo gw sih, ngajar term keenam - yang sekarang ini baru selesai midterm.
Ternyata lantai 4 yang masih dibangun itu bakal dipake untuk ruang komputer en perpustakaan. Si Dian, temen gw sesama teacher nanya, Entar ada internet akses juga? Kata pak Nanda, Oh ya, nanti bisa ke warnet yang di sebelah sana... Blah. Coba ada gitu...
Dih. Ngomong apa lagi ya? Tadi gw semangat banget dateng ke warnet mo update blog, kok sekarang nggak jelas gini ya?
Yang jelas, gw niat mo nungguin Madrid tanding bentar malam. Walopun cuma lawan Getafe, pokoke mo liat kekasihku dulu. Gile, dah lama banget nggak liat dia.
Senin besok, bakal ada lagi internal training di Pancoran. Sekali ini ampir semua dari kita mesti pegi. Karena ini make-up session; training dua minggu kemaren itu emang nggak ada waktunya untuk sesi-sesi yang sekarang ini mesti kita ikutin.
Gee. Dari outlet kita aja, dateng tujuh orang. Belum outlet-outlet lain... nggak tau lah, bakal ditaro di mana kita-kita ini. Kemaren, di sesi internal training yang gw ikutin, kita ditaro di kelas 411, pas di sebelah 407 kelas "rumah" kita waktu TTP dulu. Tapi kalo 407 itu surga dunia, luas dan leluasa, 411 yang pas di sebelah itu ibarat gudang. Kecil, sempit, pengap en gelap.
Waktu TTP dulu, sekelas gw ada 16 orang; bertempat di padang rumput luas nan indah. Internal training kemaren ada 160 orang; bertempat di neraka dunia.
Sebel deh. Tadi daku ke Mangga Dua en udah ngabisin budget belanja gw, waktu gw ketemu jam yang keren bangettth! Ngalahin jam Guess gw yang sekarang ini, malah! Emang sih, jamnya udah lama. Stainless steelnya udah baret-baret tapi tetap aja gw sayang. Modelnya bagus en dapetnya gratis alias hadiah, hehehe.
Jam yang gw taksir jam tembakan tapi modelnya pas banget dengan yang gw idam-idamkan... en cuman goban! Hiks. Mau rasanya, besok gw bolos en cabut ke MangDu lagi untuk beli ntu jam. Nggak tahan rasanya nunggu seminggu lagi. Sigh.
Daily Routine - Part 2
|Listening to: Emotion - Destiny's Child
albiceleste | 08:27 p.m. | Sunday, October 31, 2004
Daily Routine
|Listening to: Real to Me - Bryan MacFadden
This sounds like a class assignment. But anyway, since my habit has changed a bit starting September, I'd like a little record on it.
First off, there's no more sleeping late, or better yet, early in the evening. Nowadays, the latest I go to sleep is at 2 AM.
That's why I hadn't been able to check in on my darling as frequently as I liked. Sigh.
I wake up at 9 AM. I am supposed to get up at 8.30 but you know... Having a roomate like Lydia forced me to stay up late, chatting and laughing my teeth off.
Anyway, I get out to catch my bus at around 9.30. The term catching the bus isn't exactly correct since there are so many "Metro Mini" B91, I don't usually worry about missing one.
That's not the case with P16, though. After about 15 minutes ride with B91, I get off at this place called Cemara (=pine tree) and wait for P16 to come and take me straight to the front door of ILP.
If I'm lucky, P16 would be trudging down the Cemara crossroads, ready to pick me up. But then again there was a time when goddamned B91 took its sweet time and by the time I managed to got off, P16 would be swerving the corner and gone in a flash. That cost me half an hour under the glare of unhealthy midday sun (urgh), waiting for another P16.
Anyway, P16 needs three quarters of an hour to get me to the office and usually, I spend the time catching up on my reading. Having Ms Endang as a coworker has been heaven to my novels-obssessed self. She lends me all these books that I barely manage to read.
Too bad most of them are romance. Although thank God they have this tongue-in-cheek humour (unlike those soppy, Danielle Steel's stuff) but after a while they wear me off. I balance things off by reading comics, hahaha. And also reading this novel my Indian friend recommended, The Namesake by Jhumpa Lahiri, the winner of last year's (I think) Pulitzer Prize.
Anyway, I need to get my nose off whatever book I'm reading when the school children hop off the bus. That means we're out of Kembangan area and entering Ciledug. The first time I got back to Ciledug after a week of training, I actually missed the office. There was no landmark! Well, actually there is but I was too distracted to get myself to memorise the scenic environment when I had the chance.
Now I know that once we get past Departemen Keuangan (the housing complex of those serving in the Department of Finance), I need to worm my way out of the many people in the bus. My office is just around the corner.
All ILP outlets have this vast parking space that we all have to walk a bit before reaching the front entrance. The receptionist will have the attendance book ready by the time I enter the air-conditioned hall. (What a relief!)
I'd chat a bit with Firda and Teresa and then head upstairs. Usually I'd go to Buana nextdoor (that's the bakery) to buy some refreshment but during the fasting month, I feel a bit reluctant. Not out of respect for my fasting colleague, ha, but because this month I need to tighten my budget. Hohoho.
Once upstairs, it's time to start working. I'd find the course files I need for the particular day and start analising the worksheet.
Once I get what I want, I'd give little labels on them as instructions to the office boys because we need them to deliver those worksheets to be photocopied across the street. (No copier yet!)
After I place the worksheets on the usual "out-to-be-copied" spot (Zaki's desk), it's time for lesson plan. Groan.
To compensate on the tedious task, I try and come up with the most ridiculous question to ask students. You see, we need to make them talk and I've noticed that the most effective way to get them to speak is to ask hilarious questions or to produce unlikely sentences. (This is also effective to check if they're paying attention to what you're saying.)
Once, one of my students in YAC 4 class ask me what COOPERATIVE means. I told her that it was an adjective, giving her examples as follows, "Someone ask you to do something and you say yes, that's cooperative. I ask you to wait and you do it, that's cooperative. I ask you to sit here and you do it, that's cooperative. I ask you to jump out of the window and you do it, that's cooperative."
That draws out a little gasp of surprise and laughter and honestly, I was a bit relieved. Those were my first weeks with that class and sometime I worried if they really understood what I was saying. Also if they're paying enough attention. For all I know, those somber looks on their faces could actually be that they were zoning out.
If I finish the lesson plan with enough time to spare, I'd go in and have a Guardian Angeling session with my principal. As you all probably know, I like my principal a lot but still I dread this GA sessions.
He convinced me that I always have good plans for each lesson, great even, that he can barely believe I passed the training on conditional status... but still, I don't know. But then again, discussing things with my colleagues, most of them agree. They don't have a problem with Mr. Ananda nor do they have problems with the requirement of GA but still, almost all feel the reluctancy to do it. That's one of the inexplicable things in life, I guess.
Anyway, afterward will be my favourite time of the day. Real class time.
I have Green Fireflies (the fifth level of Green classes) and YAC 3 on Monday and Wednesday. (YAC is Young Adult Courses; the class usually consists of Junior High students.)
Green 5 consists of only 4 students but they're sweet kids even though one of them tends to go on a sudden moody strike and would end up getting me into trying and coaxing him to get back to the task at hand. Funny thing is, the most effective way to do it is to pretend ignorance and off he is, back on the job.
Lately, all of them have suddenly come into this sweetest mood possible that I have no problem whatsoever with the class. The other day, after a quite successful lesson, they actually charged at me and wrestled me to the ground! They giggled when I shrieked and cried meekly for help.
Oops, it's time, guys. Do your homework and I'll see you all tomorrow ^_^ Seriously, I'll continue tomorrow.
First off, there's no more sleeping late, or better yet, early in the evening. Nowadays, the latest I go to sleep is at 2 AM.
That's why I hadn't been able to check in on my darling as frequently as I liked. Sigh.
I wake up at 9 AM. I am supposed to get up at 8.30 but you know... Having a roomate like Lydia forced me to stay up late, chatting and laughing my teeth off.
Anyway, I get out to catch my bus at around 9.30. The term catching the bus isn't exactly correct since there are so many "Metro Mini" B91, I don't usually worry about missing one.
That's not the case with P16, though. After about 15 minutes ride with B91, I get off at this place called Cemara (=pine tree) and wait for P16 to come and take me straight to the front door of ILP.
If I'm lucky, P16 would be trudging down the Cemara crossroads, ready to pick me up. But then again there was a time when goddamned B91 took its sweet time and by the time I managed to got off, P16 would be swerving the corner and gone in a flash. That cost me half an hour under the glare of unhealthy midday sun (urgh), waiting for another P16.
Anyway, P16 needs three quarters of an hour to get me to the office and usually, I spend the time catching up on my reading. Having Ms Endang as a coworker has been heaven to my novels-obssessed self. She lends me all these books that I barely manage to read.
Too bad most of them are romance. Although thank God they have this tongue-in-cheek humour (unlike those soppy, Danielle Steel's stuff) but after a while they wear me off. I balance things off by reading comics, hahaha. And also reading this novel my Indian friend recommended, The Namesake by Jhumpa Lahiri, the winner of last year's (I think) Pulitzer Prize.
Anyway, I need to get my nose off whatever book I'm reading when the school children hop off the bus. That means we're out of Kembangan area and entering Ciledug. The first time I got back to Ciledug after a week of training, I actually missed the office. There was no landmark! Well, actually there is but I was too distracted to get myself to memorise the scenic environment when I had the chance.
Now I know that once we get past Departemen Keuangan (the housing complex of those serving in the Department of Finance), I need to worm my way out of the many people in the bus. My office is just around the corner.
All ILP outlets have this vast parking space that we all have to walk a bit before reaching the front entrance. The receptionist will have the attendance book ready by the time I enter the air-conditioned hall. (What a relief!)
I'd chat a bit with Firda and Teresa and then head upstairs. Usually I'd go to Buana nextdoor (that's the bakery) to buy some refreshment but during the fasting month, I feel a bit reluctant. Not out of respect for my fasting colleague, ha, but because this month I need to tighten my budget. Hohoho.
Once upstairs, it's time to start working. I'd find the course files I need for the particular day and start analising the worksheet.
Once I get what I want, I'd give little labels on them as instructions to the office boys because we need them to deliver those worksheets to be photocopied across the street. (No copier yet!)
After I place the worksheets on the usual "out-to-be-copied" spot (Zaki's desk), it's time for lesson plan. Groan.
To compensate on the tedious task, I try and come up with the most ridiculous question to ask students. You see, we need to make them talk and I've noticed that the most effective way to get them to speak is to ask hilarious questions or to produce unlikely sentences. (This is also effective to check if they're paying attention to what you're saying.)
Once, one of my students in YAC 4 class ask me what COOPERATIVE means. I told her that it was an adjective, giving her examples as follows, "Someone ask you to do something and you say yes, that's cooperative. I ask you to wait and you do it, that's cooperative. I ask you to sit here and you do it, that's cooperative. I ask you to jump out of the window and you do it, that's cooperative."
That draws out a little gasp of surprise and laughter and honestly, I was a bit relieved. Those were my first weeks with that class and sometime I worried if they really understood what I was saying. Also if they're paying enough attention. For all I know, those somber looks on their faces could actually be that they were zoning out.
If I finish the lesson plan with enough time to spare, I'd go in and have a Guardian Angeling session with my principal. As you all probably know, I like my principal a lot but still I dread this GA sessions.
He convinced me that I always have good plans for each lesson, great even, that he can barely believe I passed the training on conditional status... but still, I don't know. But then again, discussing things with my colleagues, most of them agree. They don't have a problem with Mr. Ananda nor do they have problems with the requirement of GA but still, almost all feel the reluctancy to do it. That's one of the inexplicable things in life, I guess.
Anyway, afterward will be my favourite time of the day. Real class time.
I have Green Fireflies (the fifth level of Green classes) and YAC 3 on Monday and Wednesday. (YAC is Young Adult Courses; the class usually consists of Junior High students.)
Green 5 consists of only 4 students but they're sweet kids even though one of them tends to go on a sudden moody strike and would end up getting me into trying and coaxing him to get back to the task at hand. Funny thing is, the most effective way to do it is to pretend ignorance and off he is, back on the job.
Lately, all of them have suddenly come into this sweetest mood possible that I have no problem whatsoever with the class. The other day, after a quite successful lesson, they actually charged at me and wrestled me to the ground! They giggled when I shrieked and cried meekly for help.
Oops, it's time, guys. Do your homework and I'll see you all tomorrow ^_^ Seriously, I'll continue tomorrow.