Tact Techniques
Okay...
So we have different methods!
If someone steps on my toes...
I shoot them in the leg!
That's a quicker learning process,
Than having sessions,
To enlighten etiquette procedures.
My approach to achieve enlightenment,
Gets immediate response.
However, I must admit...
Perhaps your 'tact' techniques,
I could use to enhance my patience!
And have fewer of my 'students' limping,
In fear.
Although,
I must say...
Some are quite eager to learn.
And become surprised how quickly they adopt,
To my teaching skills and delivery...
They seem to grasp,
With little explanation!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The five steps in teaching an employee new skills are preparation, explanation, showing, observation and supervision.
quote by Bruce Barton
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Physically Challenged
I understand.
My methods to teach,
Are not acceptable.
But your honor...
All I asked my son to do,
Was to use the broom...
To sweep with it.
He then told me...
'If you know how to use it,
Do it!
You're not physically challenged! '
And he was right.
Both of us have learned 'something'
From this embarrassment.
And I am guilty for teaching him a lesson,
He will never forget.
Hopefully he will recover,
For the injuries received as he ran from me...
To get hit by that car.
He would have healed quicker,
If he had stayed still to get hit in the head...
By the broomstick!
Now he's laid up in the hospital.
And I'm sentenced to sit in a cell,
Wishing I did not yell...
But knocked him out instead!
With a thinking process quickly implemented.
Saving us both from such pain.
Even though remorse has been gained from this.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Interview Process
I was never one,
To sit through an interview process.
When I was asked...
'Why do you wish to work for us? '
My response...
'Give me a reason to want to! '
Here's another one...
'Where do you see yourself,
In the next five years?
My response...
'Not being interviewed,
For a position I'm overqualified for! '
And when test results were revealed...
This was the exchange...
'You have done remarkably well.
In fact,
The position you most qualify for
Was 'just' filled.
We will keep your resumé in our active files.
And if a similar position opens...
You will be contacted! '
Well...
Those active files were usually discarded
In an opened trash can!
My new approach now is this...
'I want to start at least tweny dollars an hour! '
Their response...
'We can't pay that.
I'm not even getting that! '
My response...
'I can understand why you're not getting paid that.
If you can not see I am worth more than that...
I'll be surprised if you're still here...
After someone discovers you were stupid enough,
To let me walk out that door! '
And most companies fail,
For the lack of qualified employees.
Who wants to hire someone smarter than they are?
I knew of folks who trained five years...
Just learning how to file documents alphabetically.
And they have won 'Employee of the Month' awards!
But then again...
None of them 'looked' like me either!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Teaching is more difficult than learning because what teaching calls for is this: to let learn. The real teacher, in fact, lets nothing else be learned than learning. His conduct, therefore, often produces the impression that we properly learn nothing from him, if by "learning" we now suddenly understand merely the procurement of useful information.
quote by Martin Heidegger
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Informatics/Computer Science has become a science because it uses methods, techniques and tools to investigate their objects and processes that define and operating. Scientific Treasure of Informatics is the result of symbiosis of knowledge and research and other sciences from (mathematics, cybernetics, microelectronics, physics, chemistry, etc.) and which methods and techniques, and using special devices (computer systems-computers) process information and knowledge which must interpret them, transform them and communicate them.
Marin Vlada in ICVL Project - News Technologies in Education and Research (2015)
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Those Kinds Of Branding To Label Traps
Do I have a 'Doctorate's Degree? '
No!
Nor is my approach and methods to learning,
Certifiably accepted by those approved...
Who do have such credentials.
But I am blessed to observe,
And connect with a consciousness...
I did not earn to be professed.
Or be one labelled as a scholar,
To prove a thought process within me that yearns.
And not a book do I read that has helped me achieve,
A common sense.
With experience and a willingness to learn,
Has assisted in the documenting...
What may be perceived as an approved 'Ivy Leaguer'.
I could not afford,
To waste my resources...
On those kinds of branding to label traps.
I've been saved from living my life,
Limited to impress others like that.
And nothing I believe in,
Has been certified to be classified...
With stamps of approval to identify as controlled.
To maintain standards beheld to uphold to teach...
A releasing of comprehension that limits one's attention span.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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But there are things in Il Sogno that the methods of The Delivery Man could never achieve.
quote by Elvis Costello
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Special Needs Kindergarten
The students from the school
With the small bus
(the bus parents must
Stand beside, on the sidewalk
In front of their house)
Are not taught about how they are disabled,
But how they are unique—
How they are different from everyone else,
But capable of being like everyone else
If they are encouraged.
They are not concerned with becoming something
Except for becoming what they can become,
Learning for the sake of learning,
Learning to better themselves,
Learning so they can understand—
When understanding oftentimes evades them.
They read about their potential
And how they can still do remarkable things,
How the world can be at their fingertips
If they grasp for it—
Exclaiming, God-willing, hoping, needing, knowing
They can reach out and hold on for it—
If someone helps them when they need help,
If someone is listening and they return the favor—
And someone is
(ALWAYS) .
There is no one quite like them and they are content
To be that way;
There's nothing inconspicuous
Looming in the air,
Pushing pockets of perfumed
Ideology down their nostrils,
Their throats,
Their ears,
Or anything.
They are happy,
Or try to be happy,
Because they can,
And because other people want them to feel
That way.
Why can't we do the same thing for everyone else?
Why can't we believe in their happiness
Or their pursuit of it?
Why can't we trust in each other
To assist with our difficulties
And learn to care in the process?
Why can't we accept who we are
And be proud of it,
Especially considering how easy we have it—
Especially considering how challenging life can be for others?
poem by Tim Stensloff
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Mzuzu academy
The school with intelligent students
Although we don't enhance performance of students
They still get good grades
As their good work never fades
Our navy blue blazers
Shine the whole campus like razors
Even symbolise our cleanliness
As the student who wears they assured faithfulness
Students are always alert
As they don't wear a uniform which has scarlet
When examinations came students work hard
To show what they are capable of doing in a card
In class participation matters
As the merit system anchors
As students are always active
As they dream big to achieve
The teachers are fair
As they are not harsh but calm like air
But do their job correctly
And make students pass neatly
poem by Tanaka Chirombo
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Fuel for Life
Man has actions on certain actions-
These are reactions of a kind called graveness.
Castles of deeds shall embed themselves in youth
And react with old age, to crop up bastions of greatness.
Teachers of a subject we fail to grasp
Have actions and words for our learning-
It is the fortification of youth and moderate
Measures are concocted for display.
Students of milk and honey are mostly animals
That graze quickly and slowly,
That fear those elements frying,
Dismaying those further elements.
We do eat of overwhelming chances,
The meat of a grazing animal is like ivory
Of an elephant’s tusk for the poacher,
But for us it carries banquets upon banquets.
Man must learn how to eat,
How to make a shadow and learn from books;
We either forget or forgive
And we also relive the past of its graveness.
poem by Naveed Akram
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The Classroom
you walk on by the classroom
day to day
but never think about
what’s in it
I know, I didn’t
not because you don’t care
cause it never entered your mined
you might wonder when you see the students
you might know that
they have to go to a “special”
classroom of there own
you might even know what’s
in the classroom
you don’t know what they
do in the classroom
the academics
the physical therapy
the carts and crafts
the culinary arts
most of all the life skills
sounds a lot like most of you classes
right
cause it is
so why not just stop on by
say hello to
the staff
the students
talk to one of the students for a while
they will teach you something
you’ll never learn anywhere else
the classroom will always be there
with students and staff
that will talk to you
watch them watch the students
you’ll learn a lot about life
let the classroom teach you something
let you teach the classroom,
that being “normal” is not
so different
teach that
please teach that
to the
classroom
for it will always be
just
a classroom with
students
staff
and a few students
who stopped on by
and
said hello
poem by Mrs. Cynosure
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Is Education A Business?
Is Education A Business
Is education a business
Or should it even be?
This is a question, which has always bothered me!
What is the purpose of educating students?
Should we pay more to teachers
Or could we do something even more prudent?
If you listen to some administrators the problem is money
When asked they will say, ' There simply is not enough to have any! '
If this were truly the problem the cure could be
Raise our already high taxes to what they really should be.
However, money may not be solely the answer
The question moreover they said coldly may actually be,
' We simply aren't teaching the students enough,
They are not passing the tests! '
To which the brilliant educational bureaucrat sadly laments.' We need more money to teach to the Test! '
Remember John Dewey, the man who organized the library, he also lend theories to straighten up our schools.
His applied theories were successful,
His students succeeded,
But was it his message that we heeded?
Dewey taught us that if we taught for learning,
We wouldn't look back,
Instead we would look forward,
And every press on, everyone succeeded all over the town.
You see this is learning, just plain and simple!
Lower the taxes,
Lower the tests,
Raise the bar of learning,
That is truly how our students learn best!
poem by Nadalia Bagratuni
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I Am Not That Giving
If you do not know what respect is.
And you wish for me to point out to you,
Those things you do that are disrespectful?
And your attraction to immaturity too?
You need no longer excuse what you do that has been done,
On pride.
There is something disconnected in your head.
And I am not about to teach another adult,
What is appropriate social etiquette.
That would be likened to teaching a full grown cat,
The aspects of hygiene.
I am not that giving or blessed with those skills.
You want me to do what?
Tell you when you are being disrespectful?
How old are you?
55?
I am not that giving or blessed with those skills.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Bleeds Through: Bringer of Modern Clarity
What has the world come to today?
Gas is four dollars a gallon
Inflation is on the increase
Housing markets down
The war continues
And teachers are suffering job loss!
In grade school,
I thought my teachers were evil
They slept inside coffins in the schools basement
Only to rise when they heard my name called
It was a hell for me
When I turned sixteen
I realized how hard it was to be a teacher
With several students under them, three-hundred or more
Makes you wonder why governments are making it harder for them
The classes I suffered through in college taught me the skills I needed
I learned how to apply them later while observing
I admit, I wasn't perfect my first year of teaching
But I learned quick
Why ruin education?
Harder classes for students and less teachers to help
Sure make the classes harder, challenge the students!
Why challenge the teachers?
Twenty-five was my size of classes all my years of learning
Thirty plus is too much to handle effectively
To watch the progress of each through grades in elementary school is unrealistic
It conflicts with my psychology courses with watching only grades
A dying profession the teacher is
Optimism is my muse and savior
To teach the future leaders and core of the worlds work force
Is the only thing keeping me going
Thank you my students
'Good morning class, lets turn to page twenty-four in our math books! '
March 14,2012
poem by Ryan Collins
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Sonnet: The Teacher
The Teacher isn’t a source of mere knowledge;
Neither is he a passive transmitter;
He frees the creative bird from the hedge,
And makes his students face their lives fitter.
The Teacher helps the student’s mind to grow,
In optimal a way, that’s possible;
The students needn’t the Teacher’s line just tow;
Curiosity that’s born is sensible.
His teaching methods must well suit young minds;
The doubts of students must be respected;
By introspection, every student finds
His strengths and weaknesses/ what’s expected?
Well, Teachers remove society’s evils,
Harnessing creativity of pupils.
poem by John Celes
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It's about somebody initially knowing more about it than you do but eventually you learn a lot about it yourself and practise the skills and techniques that you've been taught.
quote by Lynn Davies
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A look at the state of education in our society today or The New 3 R's Of TodayLearning, Education, and School
Learning, Education, and School
Many years ago, education was much simpler, or so it seemed!
You had the Three R’s, a red brick school house, and it was clean!
Then we added courses like Latin and Greek- of how awful- hard to speak,
Never fear, let us add courses that will help art, shop and Home Ec- for something to eat.
That’s right, food for thought,
After all isn’t that is what school is all about.
For forty plus years we followed that rule,
We cooked up a great education until finally in the end we listened to the political correctness fools
We discarded the ingredients that made our school great only to add new programs and policies which promote racism and hate..
What happened to our vocational programs, places where we taught our students trades,
What happened to learning work as part of the dignity of man?
What happened to learning is easy to see, instead of learning correctly,
We are learning to fail because we are failing to read,
Sstudents are porous and need to be reached.
Essays, standard tests, and computer programs are great, but can they replace touch of loving parents?
Listen to me, just a cry in the dark, it’s not our schools that are falling apart.
We have lost our direction and maybe our focus.
For you see it not your test score that count one, two, and three
It simply must be the students who learn their A, B, and C’s
They apply what they learn, not with paper and pen,
but with hands, hearts, and mind and souls.
So we can all learn to live together happily once and again.
poem by Nadalia Bagratuni
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Patience Given
Patience given,
To those dealing with their insecurities...
Have several exceptions!
Patience given to a child,
Learning when and how to use a toilet.
Patience given to a child,
Going to school for the first time.
Patience given to a child,
Learning how to share.
Patience given to a child,
When left with a babysitter.
Patience given to a child,
When learning the difference...
Between telling a lie and being honest.
Patience given to a child,
When being taught to be responsible.
Patience given,
To those dealing with their insecurities...
Have several exceptions!
Extenuating exceptions beyond the call of reason,
Requires one to ignore with an ability...
That preserves a peace of mind one wishes,
To keep and maintain undisturbed...
By those who are,
Disturbed by their expectations to be exceptions...
To the rule.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Transformation of cultures
I adopt skills, customs and fashions
Which all the people I think high adopt
To elevate myself to their level.
Dull cultures dissolve in brighter ones.
01.03.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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That Aint Happenin'!
I admit I do have skills and abilities.
But not without heartbreak,
And the aches that come...
To achieving them,
Was not for me an easy undertaking.
Or did they come to lay at my feet,
Those skills and abilities!
For a quick retrieval.
Reality didn't come to me,
Quite that easy.
Sweat and tears dripping...
Hard work with motivation,
And lots of sacrifice took place.
With little encouragement coming my way.
Hey,
What can I say.
The facts speak for themselves.
To have someone stand in my face,
With the making of demands...
As if a flattering done to my ego,
Will deliver to them quickly...
From me what they command,
Becomes a disappointment for the both of us.
Nothing in my mind,
Came as a breeze to easily find!
What they see is a dignity.
And a pride in what I do.
To be taken for granted,
Are attitudes I do not pursue.
And anyone who believes,
My ego is easy to please.
Become surprised to discover...
I have a depth that is attached to an identity!
And aint nothing about any of it,
Has been given or come to me easy.
With God as my 'Guide'...
I have worked day and night for this.
Many hours, months and years...
God and I sat,
As I rid my eyes...
From the buckets cried of tears.
And to give that experience up,
To help fill someone else's cup...
Has not been my reason,
To immediately do what others expect from me.
That aint happenin'.
However...
I will say this,
To know my activities have become recognized...
To validate in these times that exist,
Means more to me...
Than the show of someone's quickly expressed,
Disrespect.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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