Valuing Grades

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Students are labeled pesky when they  pester their students  with questions about their scores in quizzes and exercises.  They are viewed as annoying when near the end of a semester or shortly after final exams they send emails to their teachers or call them to inquire about their grades.

Teachers  say that students  are desperate when after seeing their report cards they move heaven and earth to make the former reconsider the grades they have given and possibly give higher marks citing 101 reasons why it must be done.  Reasons they give range from queer to valid.

How many times have some teachers violated established rules on test and measurement… rolled the correction tape on the grades they have given because they got moved either by appeals from the students or by pressure from the academic gods and goddesses.

Students are often criticized for being so grade-conscious.

But is it their fault?

NO!

Students are grade-conscious not because they want to but standards of society force them to be. The policies and procedures in the academe frame that kind of mind-set in the consciousness of students. They are seemingly programmed to become grade-conscious.

It all begins at home. Parents keep reminding their children to study hard and get good grades. When the children get to school, the indoctrination goes full steam. Teachers give a battery of tests and exercises telling the students to perform well if they want to pass the subject. And that if they want to be part of the honor roll then they need to have high scores.

Parents tell students to study hard, the teachers tell them to study harder. Day and night students are told that they must get good grades. After school, parents would even acquire the services of a tutor to further improve the academic performance of their children.

That’s how the “getting-good-grades-is-a-must” mentality gets ingrained in the consciousness of the poor little kids.

Companies and corporations deliver the coup de grace by frequently advertising that they hire only the best and brightest. And what’s the tangible measurement of these superlatives (best and brightest)? GRADES… A+, or 1 or 5 or what-have-you.

Society have assigned GRADES as proof of excellence. Academic performance of students is measured through their grades. The higher the grades the more excellent is the student. That’s how it goes. RESULT? The students become grade-conscious. The grades they receive is a microscope and they are the specimen on the slide. Their academic marks are like lenses used to magnify the contents of the shell between their ears.

The parents want them to work hard for their grades. Yes, perhaps for the children’s sake but the grades they receive is an instrument used by the parents in monitoring their investment. They want to make sure that their children are not wasting the money they are spending for their education.

Parents become so mad when their children present to them unsatisfactory academic marks. And of course, when their children perform well academically, they are elated no end. It is a boost to their pride, a feather in their caps.

The schools in any country stretch their students to the limits of academic achievement because when students pass standardized examinations given by their governments it redounds to their benefit. It’s good for ranking and accreditation purposes. It’s a boost to their reputation resulting to more funding from their government and more enrollees flocking to their gates with their parents just more than willing to pay so their children could take a bite at their academic excellence pie.

The parents and the teachers keep telling the kids that good grades is a prerequisite to success, the only way to get a good job. Thus the students think that the purpose of education is purely economic, to prepare them for a job. And if they fail to get good marks their future is doomed. They will not succeed.

This is the way the students are brainwashed into getting the highest marks possible. This is what developed among students a tunnel vision about education, that it’s all about getting good grades in order to be among the best and the brightest to who the big companies and corporations would give a chance to get a high-paying job.

The grades have seemingly become a curse. The grades take joy off learning. They make students prisoners in the classrooms and the teachers the unforgiving and unrelenting prison guards.

The grades put blinders on the students preventing them from seeing the bigger picture, that education is more than getting good grades and that its purpose goes beyond getting a job… that education is a preparation for life.

It’s sad that both the parents and the educators themselves are the ones putting the blinders on the students. They are the ones who put enormous pressure on the students to get good grades.

There’s nothing wrong with inculcating excellence among students. That’s what schools ought to be doing. There’s nothing wrong as well if  students are encouraged  to get the highest marks possible.  But both their teachers and parents must not forget to tell them also that grades are not the be-all and end-all of schooling. The students need to be told that the world doesn’t end if they don’t receive A+ (or 1 or 5).

Schools must not forget that they exist to prepare the students, not only to find a job after graduation, but to live life and be a productive member of society and humanity.

Ang Pasahe

cars-jeepney-pixarBandang hapon pauwi na si mang Teban
Galing sa opisinang pinapasukan
Sa isang kanto’y nag-abang ng sasakyan
At isang jeep kaaagad s’yang hinintuan.

Dumukot si mang Teban ng ibabayad
Problema’y wala halos baryang mahagilap
Tig-lilimang daan kasi perang hawak
Apat na piso lang ang baryang nahanap.

Sa salamin ng jeep ang mama’y natingin
Sa mata ng driver meron s’yang napansin.
“Aha!” Wika n’ya, “Ang driver pala’y duling.”
Akala’y lutas na ang kanyang suliranin.

Ang apat na piso’y doble kung titignan
Kasi nga duling ang driver ng sasakyan
Kaya’t walong piso ang kakalabasan
Iyon ang pasaheng dapat n’yang bayaran.

Ang kwatro’y  iniabot bago bumaba
Ngunit wika ng driver, “Kulang po mama.”
Ani mang Teban, “Walong piso na ‘yan ah.”
At sagot ng driver – “Kayo po’y dalawa.”

May Tatlong Bampira

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May tatlong bampirang magkakabarkada,
Isang gabi’y nagpasyang magkita-kita.
Nang kwentuha’y matapos, nagutom sila
Sa suking restaurant nagpasyang magpunta.

Naunang umorder bampirang mayaman
Wika sa waiter, “Fresh cow’s blood ako’y bigyan,
Puso ng baka’y ihawin, extra-rare lang,
Ako’y gutom na kaya’t iyong bilisan.”

Sumunod naman bampirang ordinaryo –
“Dinuguang baboy nga… meron ba kayo?”
Half-cooked lang! For my drinks? Ah… dugo ng pato!
Tumango ang waiter bilang tugon nito.

Nang dukhang bampira sa waiter tumingin
Wika nito’y, “Hot water lang ang sa akin,
Kasi…heto… may napulot akong napkin,
Kaya’t tsaa na lang ang aking iinumin.

“Pablihasa Lalake”

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(Dulang May Isang Yugto)

Synopsis

Sina Alfred, Jojo, Nick at Rudy ay mga gurong nagtuturo sa ibang bansa. Sila ay matuturing na magkakasanggang-dikit…parang magkakapatid ang kanilang turingan.

Upang i-celebrate ang kanyang kaarawan ay naghanda ng maraming pagkain at inumin si Alfred at inimbita ang tatlo. At katulad ng dati ay nagkaroon nanaman sila ng mahabang kwentuhan at balitaktakan.

Madalas na kung ano-ano ang kanilang pinagusuapan… pulitika, trabaho, babae,  mga isyu sa Pilipinas, at kung ano-ano pa. Sa gabing iyon ang naging sentro ng kanilang kwetuhan ay ang pinasok ni Alfred na isang relasyon. Naging mainit ang usapan nila tungkol sa sitwasyon ni Alfred. Maanghang ang naging palitan ng kanilang mga opinyon.

via “Pablihasa Lalake”

Happy Teachers’ Day Po Mam!!!

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Kayo po ay muli kong kukwentuhan,
Paksa natin ngayo’y tungkol sa holdapan,
Kwento na nasagap sa isang huntahan,
Nang mga kapwa guro’y naka-umpukan.

Nang kwentong holdap ko’y kanilang nadinig –
Aba’y may isa ng tawa’y bumunghalit.
Isang kwento daw ang samagi sa isip,
Nang magsimula siya kami’y tumahimik.

Isang gabi guro niya sa kolehiyo,
Sumakay daw sa may Taft papuntang Recto,
May mga kawatan… bilang daw ay tatlo,
Sumigaw – “Walang kikilos holdap ito!”

Ibang pasahero syempre’y nataranta,
Ngunit ang guro mukhang naka-relax pa,
Holdapan yata ay nakasanayan na,
Inihanda na relo’t kanyang pitaka.

Madaling-madali ang mga kawatan,
Mabilis na mga gamit ay sinamsam,
At nang ang guro na ang nilalapitan,
Isang holdaper kasama’y pinigilan.

Ang wika niya, “Brod, balato ko na si mam!”
“Magaling kong guro noon sa elem ‘yan,”
Dugtong pa ay, “Hi! Good evening po madam.”
“Ako po ba ay inyong natatandaan?”

Natamemeng guro’y tumango na lang,
Ibang pasahero’y nagulumihanan,
At bago bumaba ang mga kawatan,
Wika ng isa – “Happy teachers’ day po mam!”

The Jungle Story

pretty-scene-with-animals-in-a-forest_1196-296 (1)These articles were some of the blogs I wrote  way back in 2009 and posted in another website. These ones specifically chronicle my experiences when I was working at a Catholic institution.

I owe a lot from that school and the Congregation that operate it. I would say that I spent my best years as an educator in  that school. That organization helped me shaped my philosophy as a teacher and as a school administrator. Whatever I learned there still inform the decisions I make as an educator today. It’s one of the best schools, if not the best one, in Bulacan, Philippines.

There is only one thing I regret when I was there. When it was time for the Congregation to re-assign their leaders (they do so every three years), we were unlucky to be  given a leader that we didn’t deserve. That’s my opinion.

At that time I did not expect to meet a school administrator whose leadership style and interpersonal skills are plain awful and downright unacceptable. It was the least I would expect from an educational leader and a “religious.” The unspeakable experiences I had with that leader consequently  led me to decide to leave the institution. In the process I gave up a chance of receiving a decent amount of money in terms of benefits from the school’s pension plan. All that I needed then to do was to bear another school year with her so I could complete the required 10 years for me to qualify to get that amount. But it wasn’t worth it.

Peace of mind is a priceless commodity… almost a rare item. No amount of money can buy it. Since that “religious” took the reins of leadership of the institution, I felt like I stopped growing personally and professionally. I kept criticizing her and the policies of the school which I know is not a healthy thing to do. I was no longer having fun at work. So, I decided to leave. My other reason for leaving is – it’s against my dignity as a person to say negative things about my employers but continuously work for them and accept their money. It doesn’t make sense.

My wife disagreed vehemently with that decision. She is a practical woman. I was head of the Education department, the pay is more than enough for us to meet both ends and enjoy some of the luxuries of life, and the workplace was just a 20-minute drive from home. She tried to convince me stay for even just one more year for the pension benefits. But I said no. There’s one thing more important than money – DIGNITY.

So, going back to what I said several paragraphs back… the only one thing I regret when I worked with the institution.

That regret is the subject of this collection of blogs that ran from 2009 to 2011.

Why do I consider it a regret?

It is not because the school administrator assigned to us was the embodiment of what a leader should not be.  It was my fault. I expected nothing but the best from her because I got used to the excellence and benevolence of her predecessor who brought out the best in me.  When her predecessor left and she took over, things changed… not for the better. To cut the story short, she succeeded in bringing out the worst in me. That is what I regret. I came to a realization that I don’t deserve to be a Catholic educator. That realization made easier my decision to leave the institution that was my second home for nine years.

So here’s the series of those blogs. It’s just unfortunate that (probably) the ones who could really understand these blogs (and could relate to them) are the ones I worked with in that institution during those times. But I hope you would read on.

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THE JUNGLE STORY

There was once a hallowed forest  populated by animals (of course!). The leaves of tall trees were so thick that the golden rays of the sun could hardly filter down. Shrubs and grasses abound effectively hiding the light alluvial soil. Life was abundant in the hallowed forest.  Different animals from different species abound.

The forest  was ruled by specially-trained and and carefully-bred animals belonging to the “veiled clan.” Only those who belong to the clan would have a chance to lead a forest that belongs to their clan. The members of the “veiled clan” take turns in controlling several forests scattered in the face of the earth.

The animals there worked so hard to make that forest  hallowed as it should be and for almost a century that the forest existed  in peace, harmony and prosperity. It maintained its pristine beauty through the efforts of the animals and their benevolent leaders from the veiled clan.

Those years were the Golden Age of the forest. But the forest  was not meant to stay in the pinnacle of success. Just like different civilizations on earth,  it passed through  own Dark Age. It happened when the “veiled clan” decided to bring in the hippopotamus as the new leader of the hollowed forest.

This series of blog-story begins with the coming of the hippopotamus.

Please click here to continue reading.

 

Ang Holy Water

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Si lola Basyang ay isang biyuda,
Si aling Luring nama’y isang soltera,
Sila’y sanggang dikit, laging magkasama –
Silang dalawa’y tunay na magbarkada.

Sa kanilang baryo ay may isang kapilya
At doon, si Lola Basyang ay nagpunta.
“Luring… dalian mo, ako’y nandito na.”
Aniya sa kaybigan nang tumawag s’ya.

“Nandyan na kumare, nasa jeep na ako,
Heto kasing driver… mabagal magpatakbo.
AYY… hayan binilisan, narinig ako.
Sige mareng Basyang, pababa na ako.”

“Mama para… mama dyan na lang sa tabi.”
Di huminto ang driver, tila yata nabingi.
Sumigaw ang Luring…”PARA NA SABI!!!”
At biglang pumreno, driver na narindi.

Nagkabusiksikan mga pasahero
Napalakas yata sobra ang pagkakapreno
Si aling Luring hiyang-hiya’t dismayado
Katabing lalaki’y hawak sa pundiyo.

“Ay dalag!” Bulalas ni aling Luring.
“Hindi dalag… cobra po yan kung tawagin.
Aray! Teka po… h’wag ninyong sakalin,
Bitawan n’yo na’t baka kayo tuklawin.”

Buamaba ang hiyang-hiyang aling Luring,
Tahimik na umusal ng panalangin
“Ako’y patawarin Diyos na mahabagin,
Kamay kong nagkasala ay lilinisin.”

Dali-dali itong pumasok sa kapilya
“Ay ang aling Luring nandito na pala.”
Wika ni lola Basyang nang siya’y makita.
“O… aanhin mo iyang bitbit mong tasa?”

“O…bakit? Ang holy water sinalok mo?”
“Mareng Basyang, nagkasala ang kamay ko
May lalaking nahawakan ko ang pundiyo
Kaya’t holy water ang panlinis dito.”

Pagkahugas… si aling Luring lumuhod.
Ang Basyang dahan-dahang tasa’y dinukot,
At pasimpleng ng holy water sumalok
Ipinasok sa bibig… siya’y NAGMUMOG.