little zed misses lola
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hellos and goodbyes
naalala ko lang habang papasok ako sa trabaho...
Fuzzy Wuzzy was a bear
Fuzzy Wuzzy had no hair
Fuzzy Wuzzy wasn't fuzzy, was he?
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Maraming salamat sa aming Fuzzy Wuzzy, Father O'B.
Dahil sa kanya, marunong ako ngayong magsalita ng Ingles
nang may tamang pro-NUN-ciation!
(At sa lahat ng dapat kong ipagpasalamat sa kanya.)
confessions of a squirmy mummy
for starters, you worry about how your child is going to fit in with his classmates. and with zed starting school during the third term, i keep thinking it would be hard for him to make friends since those kindies have made their own groups of friends already.
flashback to my own elementary days when a newbie is transferred into our class from a different one or even a different school. we'd be warm and friendly, of course, but there's still that awkward feeling.
what more with zed who barely speaks and understand english? even with all the assurances of my own friends and family that children usually adapt very well with their new environment, it still gives me the jitters.
and then there's the school rules. no chocolates for lunch. no nutella sandwiches. never share your baon with anyone because you never know if your friends have allergies to the food you give them. always wear this. never wear that. no jumping and hopping and running.
now how am i supposed to make a 5-year-old understand that? a 5-year old boy who never fail to make me sick with worry when we go to the supermarket for all the running and jumping and hiding he does?
as i found out soon enough, it wasn't that hard at all! i speak with zed's teacher every morning at their assembly line and she says he's doing pretty well with the school activities, even ahead than the other children since he's had two years of formal schooling previously. he's adapting to the routines and activities, and there are a few filo kids as well who understand tagalog even if they can't speak it well.
and i am learning quite a bit about the australian way of schooling too, which is quite different from what i am used to. easier, for one. no everyday assignment, only weekly ones, which are comparable to that daily pinoy homework. one whole day of studying (9am to 3pm) is one subject.
mondays are art days, tuesdays are spelling and reading, wednesdays are nature (science) days, thursdays are gymnastics, and fridays are fun days.
hmmm. one whole day of drawing and painting and messing about? one whole day of P.E.? THAT would have been put to good use while i was in college, especially since i always use up my cuts for P.E.!
and a fun day? i wonder what they do then (i'm guessing math day? hehehe). i wonder what would happen if we had the same schedule in elementary. i reckon it would have been more fun than our one-hour-math, one-hour-science, one-hour-M.A.P.E, etc schedule.
oh, and yes, the lunchpack. i gave him steamed rice and fried chicken on his first day, his usual baon during his nursery and kinder years in nclc. it turned out he's the only one who's got rice for lunch! so much for blending in, huh.
into week two now. i'm still fidgety but considerably less than last week.
faith enough?
the ice is thin enough for walkin'
the rope is worn enough to climb
throat is dry enough for talkin'
storm is wild enough for sailing
bridge is weak enough to cross
this body frail enough for fighting
i'm home enough to know i'm lost
land unfit enough for planting
barren enough to conceive
poor enough to gain the treasure
enough a cynic to believe
confused enough to know direction
sun eclipsed enough to shine
be still enough to finally tremble
see enough to know i'm blind
it's just enough to be strong
in the broken places
should the world rely on faith tonight
- jars of clay's faith enough
disappear
i watch you smile
you steal the show
you take a bow
the curtain falls in front of you
you're magical, on display
i gaze into your eyes
and you turn to look the other way.
but i'd really love to know
i'd really love to climb my way
into your heart
and see what i could find.
i'd walk into your skin
swim through your veins
see it from your eyes
cause i'd really love to try.
standing still
but my mind is trying to escape
looking for a place to hide
it's not safe but i'm so near
invading every place you go to disappear
i'd walk into your skin
swim through your veins
see it from your eyes
i'd really love to try
i'd really love to know
i'd really wanna to climb into your soul
i want to get inside the you that you are hiding from.
- jars of clay's disappear