The 2nd day of the PSHS System’s seminar workshop on giftedness has just ended. Kudos to their effort of bringing teachers across the different Luzon campuses together. We should have this sort of gathering more often.
But as I prepare to retire for the night, I couldn’t help but feel how long this day was. It really isn’t a good sign if the highlight of my trip thus far is buying my ticket for the trip home. Something has gone wrong somewhere.
I know that I have much more to learn about teaching, and that it would do me better to learn what I can from the experts we have invited.
But I can’t learn this way. I can’t sit through a two-hour lecture only for it to be extended another hour. I can’t appreciate workshops that don’t get processed or debriefed. I think we should limit PowerPoint presentations to at most 10 slides, or at least fill it with pictures, or better we do away with it entirely and have a conversation instead.
What I look for is someone who can INSPIRE me. Move me. Remind me why I am here. Make me believe that what I do has purpose.
Experts can answer that, but not without sounding cold, steely, and distant. I wish to listen to a true MASTER, someone who speaks from the heart so effortlessly. He need not know the big words, but the right ones. He needs no visual aids for he has a grace and poise that tells you he is for real. And when he leaves, you remember a name, not a title or an accolade, but a word you would call your friend.
I will be remiss if I judge this conference for what it is not, and yet it has done nothing but remind me of what I am still looking for:
The master in me. For we become the change we seek.
Good night from Baguio. I had yet to feel this place since I got here, then writing this on my E51 just outside our hotel gave me the perfect chance. See you Manila in just over 24 hours.