Showing posts with label connection. Show all posts
Showing posts with label connection. Show all posts

Tuesday, 19 November 2013

Reflections On Red Cross's SmartStart Program

" True connection with people transcends the vast network of vocabulary you have. It forms amorphously between beings yet, when it is born, it has the most well-defined shape you'll ever see."



At the start of the cold winter season, Red Cross has been busy warming up vulnerable communities with information on basic first aid skills and disaster preparedness with the SmartStart Program.  A diverse team of multilingual volunteers have been empowering immigrants for more than a decade now, by equipping them with skills that will prepare them for emergencies and undaunted disasters as they live out their lives here in Canada.


The first class that I taught to was in my native language - Filipino.  It was for the Multicultural Helping Housing Society (MHHS), a non-profit organization devoted to help newcomers in Canada.  The class consisted of quite a large number of  people - around 20 individuals or so.  Thankfully, the room was really large! Large enough to even accommodate a crowd twice the size. It was held in one of the much isolated tri-cities, Port Coquitlam.  Maria Luisa, a long time Red Cross volunteer, has helped me pull through the whole session.

From left to right:  Roy Recarse and Gigi Recarse from MHHS; Maria Luisa and Me

First SmartStart Multilingual Injury Prevention Class

In all honesty, I was relieved that my first class was in my own language.  It's like a preparatory class for my ESL classes.  The first class allowed me to reflect on my knowledge and skills.  To temper the dynamics of teaching and gauge my ability to make connections with my students and make connections between themselves as well.  I tried to make it as engaging as possible to make them feel that in that class, I share my knowledge but they are free to share their ideas as well.  Overall, I didn't have much problems with explaining complicated things with my them.  Whenever there is something they cannot understand, I find Filipino words that can fill in the definition. That is one of the perks of speaking with people with your own mother tongue.

The next class that I taught was in ESL.  It was held in the Burnaby English Language Centre at Sussex Avenue.  Kenny - our coordinator for the SmartStart Program - and Kevin, an ESL teacher at the centre, were there to support me in teaching.  I was really nervous as it was my first ESL class.  The people in the class were at level 3; though I did read up some stuff on how a student learns at that level, I found it really hard when I was already on the floor.  Looking back to it, I think I wasn't my best at that time.  It was hard for me to make a genuine rapport and connection.  I felt like I was sharing and yet the connection was amiss at times.  Watching Kevin do comprehensive questions as the class was ongoing made me admire ESL teachers a lot.  I felt that they were really "in sync" with each other. I want to feel that "real" connection Kevin has shown, where you feel that you and your students are on the same ground.

Honestly, after this first ESL class I felt crappy as a person.  Lonely even.  I pondered on people and making connections.  I remember people telling me that my English is great and that I was rather smart but when it comes down to truly making a bond (well, new bonds at the most), I felt that those really aren't what I need.  I remember reading off a blog about Fitzgerald on smart people and it went like this:

"Being an intellectual is a curse and a blessing at the same time. I’m not like most people and as such I have little in common with “normal” people who are able to more successfully navigate the world we all inhabit. I often ponder what it would be like to be of a more average intellect, mind you I wouldn’t classify myself as super-smart but I’m quite above the average. But I’m not really willing to give it up either. So I soldier on and work at being more normal and less of a savant. It’s a struggle and it requires lots of mental and psychological gymnastics to meet people were they are and on their terms, something that’s not required of more normal people for the most part."

I kind of understood what he said regarding his struggles on connection. I use so many flowery words (that yes, poets might appreciate) but I can't seem to cater the right words for them to understand.  I don't even know how I should level most of the phrases and words I use, to my dismay.  Words like minor or integrate. - they are the average for me.  Then, as I try to pull out a word from memory to define the complicated words, I find that I just told them yet another complicated word.  My mind was clouded with word retrieval that day as I struggled to chop my words down more.  I realized how disorganized my word bank was!  (Hahaha)

It's good to know though that after much reflection, I have come up with good conclusions of my own.  First, that is in teaching, your connection with your students will help not only you in sharing your knowledge but it will also help them to remember your words as well.  Second, that one needs not form a "superficial" connection but rather strive for a "true" connection. True connection with people transcends the vast network of vocabulary you have. It forms amorphously between beings yet, when it is born, it has the most well-defined shape you'll ever see. Lastly, that no matter what kind of person you are, if you strive to make a connection then surely, you'll be answered back.  You will have a hard time understanding them sometimes due to language barrier but so will they. So, don't worry much on awkwardness. (Just try not to look awkward, I guess)  As long as both parties wish to understand and be understood, no large lexicon is needed.  

Overall, it was a magnificent experience and I think I'll grow more from the following ones.  I look forward to my future students!  Let us learn together.




Thursday, 29 November 2012

If I were to die... (Simple Clean Version)

Death is perhaps the most appalling subject I could ever discuss with anyone.   Still, I believe that it is also the most attractive topic I could ever pick to dissert.  Why is death so repulsively beautiful?  That is something I keep wondering myself.   I assume that at one point in time all of you have thought about death  in various ways and yet came down with the same dreadful conclusion - we all die.   It's a sad truth we have to take.  And no matter how indifferent we may seem about the fact, we still do worry and wonder.

Death in plain and simple words - the cessation of all the cells that supports an organism's life force.  How complicated is that?  Six feet under the ground, we'll all be rotting away to join the lifestream once again.  Same as our ancestors that came and lived before us on this bountiful earth.  That is how I thought of death before I turned fourteen.  Easy peasy really.  It's by the book and well supported by science.

All of that changed in an instant...


My bestfriend Melanie Avila died in January 11, 2005.  (If you are a close friend of mine, you probably know about this fact.) I have, in truth, adapted quite healthily in coming into terms about her death. Although, at the other side of the truth, I have not quite forgotten everything about her death.  Adaptation is not forgetting.  It is acceptance.    In a span of seven years, I slowly learned to accept the painful truth - she is gone.  But there never was a day that I wouldn't think about her.  I always do.



Just wanted to share a magnificent artwork about life and death I found on 9gag

When death falls near you or your loved ones, you'll perceive it differently.  At the age of fourteen, I learned about it.  Isn't that a reality check too early?  Heck no!  Think about a 9 year old boy who has seen his mother close to dying two times in a freak accident.  Now that is a wake up call to mortality too early.  That same boy, believe it or not, came up to the World Vision booth and picked a child to sponsor.  In turn for the ordeal, he has developed empathy and compassion at such an early age.  That is something only a person who has met and/or glanced death before their eyes can understand.  

So if I were to die, and die very young, I would like to bring with me memories of happiness.  That in every smile I give, I touch a heart with sincerity.  That in every word I mouth, I bless a soul with kindness.  That in every action I do, I move a person into action.  Life is short, I have learned.  I don't want to waste my time in nonsense.  I don't want to wait in a corner and mutter endless excuses.  I will do, not brood.  If I were to die, and die very young, I would like for my friends to talk not only of good things about me but as well as my faults.  For I am not a god, I am human and err I do.  I am nice to the point of bad but I am not perfect.  I am not a messiah who will save humanity - I am just plain Akemi.  Same as everyone else.  If I were to die,  and die very young, I do not want any awards of any kind.  I have always thought of that as silly.  You can't take that to your grave nor can you proudly say you have earned it.  If I were to die, and die very young, I'd like to apologize to those I have left.  I can imagine how hard it would be for you guys.  Especially for my two little sisters whom I love dearly.

Lastly, if I were to die...I would like to be remembered.  Just that.


And no I don't want to be sent away with words of a love song :)






Sunday, 16 September 2012

Rendezvous with a stranger

by: Akemi

Led in a corner - unexpected meeting
Held hands and the stream glowed
An instance of trust then doubt again
Shall I find thy kindness pure?

In this restless world, many are masked
Moving about like planktons at sea,
The soul's window glistens then clouds again
Shall I trust thy face pure?

God works in silence, we say
How about the devil?
The mystery upon meeting remains
Shall I believe thy words pure?

Scared of people's scrutiny, I flee
This affair is chasmic
I repair it though nothing's really broken
I leave everything to FATE...