الأربعاء، فبراير 07، 2007

This morning!

This Morning

One morning.. one very early morning.. I woke up, very demotivated to get off bed. “I hate early classes. Why on earth have I accepted this course?! I promised myself not to work early anymore!!” I went through my daily routine of getting ready, got into my car, and started the usual daily journey. The bitter cold is awful. I can’t even open the window for some fresh air. I decided not to take off my coat, I don’t feel comfortable driving with heavy clothes, but what can I do?! I put on sun-glasses to protect my eyes from the fainting sun rays.
Along the journey, I kept thinking about the new classroom activities that I’ll conduct during that day. Something that makes me so eager to create new ideas is the excitement and liveliness that shine from my students’ eyes while they are actively doing the tasks. They act, present, crack jokes, tell stories and angrily argue in English language; a miracle that is born and re-born everyday in class.
I kept thinking about the activities. I need something new, something exciting, something to enflame their creativity. I want them to step in a new area of linguistic risk-taking. I want a leap in their level today. I want something new. My God the currently taught unit is rich but I need new ideas. They are used to this, if I don’t step in class with new ideas I’ll have to bear this awful look of disappointment that shows up on their faces when I say it’s time to end the session.
I kept thinking and thinking. Yes, yes I got it. ‘In pairs, prepare a CV for one of you and the other should introduce and present his/her friend to the rest of the class (business people who might be interested in hiring your friend). I want new ideas guys.. new professions, strange ones, unique ones. Be creative, be innovative, no MDs, no engineers.’
‘My God! it’s getting hotter and hotter in here!’ Suddenly, I woke up from my thoughts to find my coat taken off, the car window open and my veil flying out of it, the warm rays of the sun reddening my cheeks and filling my bare eyes with light. I heard Dalida saying out loud “Paroles paroles paroles”. I smiled and thought ‘why is this melody – and the lyrics as well – gaining new meanings?! I mean, why do I have a new feeling about this song? This melody! This morning! This early morning!

هناك 4 تعليقات:

هبة يقول...

Yaah ya Mimiz :)

Hail to the small battles after the long war :)))

Pink Panther يقول...

yeah! thank God the big war is almost over! It's high time to settle down peacefully ba2a! heba to2sod ya gama3a that a long big war usually ends with some small battles keda, & yes I should say my long big war is coming to an end these days & I'm settling down on all levels. High time to enjoy one's life ba2a!

Van Gogh يقول...

اولا بحيكى على البوست الجميل ده
وفرحان ان فيه فى مصر مدرسين زيك
فموا رسالتهم...وبيأدوها بكل الحب يمكن
يمكن عشان درست فى مدارس حكومة فأول مرة اشوف الروح دى...اللى دايما كنت بسمع عنها من اصحابى..خريجى مدارس الكويت الأنجليزية
مبسوط بيكى
ومبسوط اكتر بالبوست اللى قبله
لون الشقاء
احنا زى الفل...مش اكتر من نظام ناجح..وعادل تلاقينا قيمين بواجبنا ولا احسن اجنبى من اى جنسية تانية
وكل ده واصاله بلدنا فينا
بحيكى مرة تانية
وهاجى ازورك تانى

Mai Mohamed Rizk يقول...

thanks for your kind words Van gogh. I really appreciate them. Welcome to my blog. :) Egypt has always had, & will always have those teachers, & I second you, a good system will make every individual Egypt shine more than anybody can imagaine.
و طبعا احنا بخير بخير جدا جدا
و اهلا بزيارتك في أي وقت