When I have 1001 stories
After two years, blogging is still not something I cannot miss for a good life. Yesterday, someone told me one should not involve in multi-tasking situations too often. Because of the worsened quality of works, and the worsened tranquility of the heart. If I don't, blogging will extinct from my life for sure, like the past month..jpg)
My daily habits are totally shuffled after the School of Creativity started operating, mainly because of the wake-up time advances by 2 hours. And the bonus is the transparent sunrise on the veranda curtain every morning...
The repertoire of stories and experiences at the campus, enriches itself by large everyday. I would carefully determine if I should start any topic about the students at dinner table, it's hard to stop. My heart beats and peculiar smile appear on my face. And when I go to theatres, CD shops, bookstores, my criteria for choosing a programme or an item become quite distinctively different. Things transform themselves as teaching material. The world becomes educative.
It should be so. I remind myself I am not a teacher as such. I try to make the classes rich in inspiring materials and fun. So I am more a designer, programmer, or a director. Then leave the rest for the students themselves. These two weeks a few parents expressed that their kids wait no more for their mothers' curses to wake for school. Someone calls it reward, I think we have reached the baseline.
