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
539.
Learning The Teaching Profession
A Prof. Ed. subject – The Teaching Profession
Here we also realize teaching as a vocation
A calling from God & a calling from man
To teach is a mission…see how it's done
From classroom to outdoors, the teacher goes global
From past to present, teaching goes digital
For one to teach, he must first be taught
Standards are met, requirements are sought.
-01/07/2017
(Dumarao)
*PEN Poems
I could barely juggle my job and my life
the bumper car freeway caused me oodles of strife
to and from school, it was a circus for sure
the drivers are mean, their motives impure
the clown dance I had to do at work was annoying
the children who were rewarded were the ones always toying
the principal had all of us teachers on a merry-go-round
we never felt respected, the place was not sound.
Every wonder where they come from?
I’m just glad that I still get some.
Sometimes they’re pleasant and seem good,
sometimes vague and misunderstood.
At times they’re funny or bizarre,
like riding on a shooting star.
Often it seems they’re teaching me,
past life lessons I didn’t see.
Sometimes one seems like dejavu,
in another time I was you.
Then there was one, I wasn’t a man,
my whole body was made of sand.
Dreams are intriguing, so much fun.
Recurring dreams are never done.
Teach them how to discern and learn,
Don’t leave them helpless to crash and burn.
Teaching them just content, they learn it your way.
Teach them the process of learning today,
You give them a lifetime of learning every day.
The walls lean in, murmuring secrets of weary days,
while chairs sigh beneath tired bodies.
Words from hollow lips strike like stones—
they refuse to soften, echoing in empty corners.
My lessons pulse with purpose, glowing faintly in the dust,
each one breathes life into silent desks.
They wait, expectant—hungry for curious eyes.
Even the blackboard leans forward,
eager to share every truth I’ve etched across its surface.
Though some voices build barriers—cold, unyielding,
my teaching-self stands firm,
a steady heartbeat among shifting shadows.
I may not linger here forever,
but as long as education breathes,
my footsteps leave a soft rhythm—
a promise echoing beyond my departure.
Until my final exhale,
I become the silent sentinel:
each wall, each chair, each lesson
alive with all that is just and right.
Teaching was full of fun,
Before these emails had begun,
Class was toiling away,
Doorknock, answer right away,
Despite my scholars' pleading,
Switched them all to silent reading,
Vital, sign your name, X or Y,
Choose one, class did sigh,
Who won that football game?
Who came second, who's to blame?
Sign your name, you see,
X means you teach literacy,
Star, you can teach the IRA,
You passed this test today,
Chalkies look back on this,
Laughs are fun for teaching Miss!
The Ones who Teach,
help us Learn,
And in The End,
become, a Quick source of
a Friend.
We are Bound to Seperate,
And Fall to different Lines
or Paths.
But Maybe,
—Still—
Make a Friend.
We are either being educated
Or teaching
We are either being sought after
Or seeking
We are either engaged in a race
Or walking
We are either being attentive
Or talking
We are either intrigued by a rescue
Or being delivered
We are either exercising our consciousness
Or being chased by our whispers
We are either making use of our options
Or being victims of our circumstances
We are either being guardians of each opportunity
Or being inspired by second chances
I’m just a cackling controller
(sit straight, listen, stop talking)
Until I stop to look into your eyes
It’s the wonder in them which makes me a teacher
I’m just a watching monitor
(settle down, take your things, write neatly)
Until I stop and pay attention to your work
It’s the magic in your hands that make me a teacher
I’m just a juggling joker
(quick, time up, I have another class)
Until I sit with a sigh and a stretch and a sip(of coffee)
It’s my reflection that makes me a teacher
It’s not what I teach
It’s not what you learn
It’s the bond we share that makes me a teacher
I’m a nobody until you accept and let me into your hearts
I’m not a teacher until You make me one.
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Today again, I went to go teach, totally unprepared.
And fearing the principal would come observe me had me so scared,
I rambled through the room, floundering and fluttering.
And then a student asked, "Mr J, why are you muttering?
Do I sense maybe ~ you're just a little bit impaired?"
Every day,
I try my best
To achieve the impossible goal
Of teaching children
Sometimes it’s a puzzle
That I can’t solve,
Where nothing comes together,
And none of the pieces fit
Other times, it’s a dance,
Endlessly rehearsed—
Only the steps keep changing,
And the audience doesn’t care
Sometimes it's a blind search:
An endless groping in the dark
For a light switch that isn’t there,
Or doesn’t work
But then I remind myself
That teaching requires warmth,
And so I take the time to build a fire,
And wait for them to gather ‘round.
By George P. Lumayag
The cast tried to act his dramatic role in the teaching-learning arc;
He portrayed a character he knew very much
with a very adjusted tone of his artistic acts.
He loved it so he danced overnight,
and he mastered it in daylight.
He believed he was a prolific actor therefore he portrayed his best.
His character was exposed in the theater as a rising rainbow,
It seemed such a character was struck with a bow and arrow.
His heart was bleeding on a climax as set
So, that was the reddest light wave of a falling rainbow.
The director explicitly expressed the rules of artistry,
So, the actor implicitly cried that his role as the cast was disqualified
from that teaching and learning art contest!
October 5 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Matthew 11-12
Key Verse – Matthew 11:1 And it came to pass, when Jesus had made an end of commanding his twelve disciples, he departed thence to teach and to preach in their cities.
PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR TEACHING US
Praise be to God for teaching us with His:
Instruction from His Scriptures
Illumination toward our spirituality
Influence upon our salvation-security
Impact along our stewardship and service
Interest for our soul-sanctification by His standards
Matthew 11:22 Praise be to the Lord for
revealing to us His:
Worthy, wealthy will
Wisdom through His Word
Wonders warming our worship
Ways of winning against wickedness
Warnings in wearying from worldliness’ wreckage
Matthew 12:39 Praise be to the Saviour
for answering us:
Propping us to stand upon His truth
Preaching to us His statutes we must trust
Presenting to us His secured trustworthiness
Pointing to us our sinfulness and transgressions
Propelling us toward sincere toiling of triumphant thanksgiving. Amen!
October 5, 2024
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