De-bore HK!!
The kidults of the
School of Creativity organized themselves into special ambassadors to make part of Hong Kong people's lives less "boring". Last Saturday at the heart of the busy Mongkok.
We teachers are inevitably happy to see them in such motivated and organized manner. The process has been certainly more assuring than the result for me. Transformation took place when they revealed their latent faces of leaders and supportive team members. So efficiently.
Well, one can definitely criticize more than easily for the resulting happening performances, painting activities, band sound, etc, for their rawness and spontaneity. But what form could be stronger to convey their enthusiasm and passion, relating the objective to invite new members to
join us entirely self-initiated?
(photo by
thickestchoi)
Labels: art, education, HKSC
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.
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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.
Labels: education, HKSC
