The Mosquito Squad has been zapped, swatted,
And completely obliterated.
Because they learned the hard way
That they can dish it, but they sure can't take it.
They've planned numerous strategies
And tried every trick in the book;
But everything has backfired
And their goose was already cooked.
Every summer was the same mission:
Find a sexy body and eat it.
It didn't matter if it was a booty, an arm, or a leg:
Alas, the Mosquito Squad has been defeated.
"That's the last straw!" the Squad Leader yelled,
With steam coming out of his ears.
"You've failed me one too many times!
I don't want to see your crocodile tears!
You can't even follow a direct order
And always fall flat on the floor.
Now get out of my sight, you knuckleheads!
The Mosquito Squad is no more!"
The crowd began singing
As the mosquitoes disappear in the sky,
"NA NA NA NA, NA NA NA NA,
HEY HEY HEY! GOOD-BYE!"
541.
Learning Principles of Teaching
A Prof. Ed. subject – Principles of Teaching
The way to effective & efficient learning
Teaching Methods, Strategies & Approaches
Let us learn their similarities & differences
Planning & managing the lessons designed
In a classroom where learners are confined
Like Lesson Objectives with various taxonomies
We must also ponder on Educational Philosophies.
-02/18/2017
(Dumarao)
*PEN Poems
Take your heart unto Mine,
I will shine it always bright...
By so doing, together we dine...
Thoroughly your darkest night!
Take your heart unto Mine,
Switch away from your fear-
What love helps you fight; wine
Faithfully to result a joyful tear...
Take your heart unto Mine,
Worries can't stand My way;
In all might its strategies combine.
Justly let your heart have your say...
Take your steps unto My Son,
And stop dieing in lust and sin...
Thinking you are catching up with fun,
While been dried of water like a raisin.
Take your words unto My Spirit;
Hear His call, you will be alright.
Unlike seeing your sense as appropriate:
Impenetrable hearts are burdens appetite.
Onward soldiers, match forward...
Beyond every odd.
Lo! These words are of the Lord,
Praise mighty God!
Processor isn't bot
Because it isn't program
What programs
Had you thought
Complexities aren't moron
By means you ought to judge
And metaphors employing
Where pertinent
Applies
Mind exercise enjoying
Implies you purpose have
Expected the solutions
But for the problem which
Wrong strategies indutions
Inventing weird words
Describing with wrong terms
For fun
And memory ain't only RAM
Says SRAM
Expensive memory of main processor
For entropy to solve
You shouldn't be recessor
The value shall asass you are
And difficult it is
If tired you of war
But function of the war
Yet isn't solved
There can't be peac4e
Thus saying good the stress and bad the stress
Perhaps the world exists beyond the thats
Feng Shui internal of the systems those
The idiotic omnichannel
For your fire
Hose
Thanks but the the way you problem solve
Is wrong
The network is between the sides
On table of
Ping Pong
Camp David
Independent money for finance
And revenue
And spending on Defense
It is the greatest Paradox
of my life. That, in order to
heal my deep wounds of
cPTSD, I need to let go of
my survival strategies
that have kept me alive.
For, what once saved me,
now harms me.
What once kept me alive,
now keeps me
from fully living.
Skye
Is it different this time?
It must be with all the changes by me.
The results come and go,
but nothing really meets the test.
Implementing all these new strategies,
must bring out the best.
Is it different this time?
It must be with all the changes by me.
It seems the final outcome
will have the same failing grade.
The hope for new resolutions
always seems to fade.
Is it different this time?
It must be with all the changes by me.
Then for just a wink of an eye,
reality shows up
and reveals the true game.
For just that instant
all comes clear,
nothing is different
but all the same.
The wink is gone
and all is well again.
It is different this time!
Thank heavens for Thee!
Now its back to this hard work
that has been such a success for me.
The most beautiful song in my book, strategies that I used in my wars
I sang the map and rivers into silence,
where shadows lent their counsel to the dawn.
I learned the weather by the footfalls of men,
and turned hesitance into a folding blade.
The best victory is a harvest unseen,
when enemies wake to empty fields and quieter hearts.
I placed my army like a thought—light, inevitable—
so their choices shortened to a single path.
A general must be a mirror: hold no face,
reflect strength where none is needed, and none where needed.
I listened to the silence between drums,
and found there the true positions of fear.
Deceit is but a softer wind; ride it, do not drown.
Move like water that forgets the stone's name,
and strike where the soil yields without complaint.
Honor the lives you borrow for a single day,
leave no hatred to bloom behind your feet.
Know when to advance like lightning, when to wait like frost.
Strategy is the quiet art of arranging chances,
so that luck mistakes itself for design.
That is my song—the most beautiful song in my book.
I did not know how silly I could be about a computer game
Until I discovered Word Chum\ – which is the actual name
Your chum can be purple, red, blue, orange or silver too
He or she can look like an angel, a cat, or a weird kind of shrew
All it takes is money, and you can dress your Chum out well
I have spent hundreds of real dollars on this, I guess I am ill
The object of the game is like scrabble, with insightful strategies
You can throw in your tiles and get new ones, but it takes more than please
You have to spend real money to get the Word Chum coins you see
I do not mind, because there are several really intricate “strategies”.
You can keep some tile, and throw in others, or you can ask for a hint.
There is a method to my madness, as a gamer I am no skin-flint.
I have spent hundreds of dollars, and I do not mind at all.
I have had best game of the week for nine years running as of this fall.
Competitive? You bet, but I did not know it until I discovered this game.
Call me Intense Type A champion; I will never be the same.
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The average bird considers it best
to sleep at night inside a nest.
When a squirrel wants to catch some z's,
he uses cavities in trees.
A bat, of course, must play the clown
and slumbers upside down.
She would do our heads in, but It’s not that I didn’t value her great teaching skills. Her strategies and patterns always stood out. The tool of teaching was used to best effective use by her, I can ensure you of that, in fact it was levels beyond the rest.a record, a memory that can’t be broken.
In years to come we will remember those days. Sometimes she would cry thinking we might all fail, other times she would laugh with us or at us. I suppose that’s all just part of life, but she did love our class From the core and heart, well that’s what I think.
We thank you for all your hard work and dedication, but in saying that, teaching us must have been so hard.
I want you to know that you will remain in our thoughts, as long as you promise to continue to do people’s heads in and always to stay sound
Smoke curls where laughter once lived,
a street of bricks turned brittle dust,
where a child once dreamed of growing wings.
The air carries a silence loud with grief,
a mother clutching memories,
a father holding nothing but loss.
They did not draw the lines on maps,
nor whisper strategies in darkened rooms,
yet their lives unravel like old cloth
under the weight of decisions made afar.
The planners sip their coffee in gilded halls,
speaking of targets,
of victories counted in nameless numbers.
They do not hear the wailing,
do not taste the ash.
A young boy picks through rubble,
searching for his sister's doll,
while across the sea,
the architects of ruin sleep soundly,
unmarked by the war they waged.
History will forget the names of the fallen,
but the planners' statues will stand tall,
their faces carved in stone,
their hands bloodless.
And so, the innocent bear the cost,
their bodies the ledger,
their pain the ink.
The war ends,
but for them, it never truly does.
It is coming of two souls
A formation of togetherness
Are you overwhelmed?
It is amalgamation of two hearts
A stipulation of agreements
Are you content?
A marriage,
As the spears form a union
And the arrows point in one direction
May you be amazed
As the culture takes a platform
And the goals are modified
May you be speechless
Incredible it is,
It is coming of two responsibilities
A formation of accountability
Are you able?
It is amalgamation of two strategies
A stipulations of values
Are you intelligent?
A commitment
By 12
By 12 I was
fully grown. My height was
the envy of
the short arses in
my classes. I wasn’t a
porker like
some ... I was
spared fat jokes. My level of
pituitary activity was, well,
excellent. Hormone increases were
too. Ejaculated more than
most. My secondary sex characteristics gave me
some respect. I was the first in
my class to
break their
voice. My thin mo caused awe in
the hairless. Deductive reasoning was
special. My systematic problem finding the answers to
things had triple the
different possibilities thought about, mulled, prior to
the answers being chosen. I was the king of
abstract thoughts, and that
riddled others with
confusion and
anger. It was easier for me to
manipulate abstract concepts than
concrete ones. Hours on
end I’d get lost in
idealistic contemplation of
hypotheticals until I was
clapped out
of it. I spent a lot of
time lost in
identity formation. I soaked in
everything. Long-term memory
ached. I praised daily the
elaboration added to
encoding strategies. I avoided happily interactions with
most. Opposite-peers I avoided
happily. I was
undateable.
Brainwashed temporary insanity? Onset triggers
caused by traumatic experiences, illusions?
Crashing tumultuous waves similar like the sea
bounds one's mind thinking strategies. Brainwashed
Downloads of someone else's expectations, decision
making, Cloudy reasoning unable to process with no
options, trust compromised by familiar faces. Brainwashed
State of one's mind a mental hypnosis by recognized
faces betrayals and fakery.. Brainwashed
Deep impressions played like a game of chess double
crossed all for fun and games. Brainwashed
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