Saturday, September 25, 2004

Student Led Conferencing

The annual torture festival of iSpark students has finally arrived (and departed)! Plotted by our evil teachers, it showcases to parents our magnum opi, the portfolios which we have been working on since......... last night :)? Hee...... like..... 'not'.

Well, it didn't exactly go that way, and I must note that it was really kinda fun.

Outside the Drama Centre, my mum & I ran into Leefy, so I introduced him as an evil teacher. Happily and grandly, Leefy immediately proclaimed himself to be 'the' evil teacher I have been talking about to my mum...... so I kinda reminded him that there are incidentally, teachers who are evil to a greater magnitude. I think he was rather upset to hear that, his face immediately became sorta... crestfallen.

Inside, the emcees started their bout of..... well, emceeing. So Keike and Luey Chun begin doing their stuff, and I really must point out Keike's spectacles. He looks horrendously geeky. And so we were all in the Drama Centre, then suddenly I heard that Mdm Tan the consortium head would be absent. I was right on that account, but the memorable part was LC substituting 'Ms Letchmi' into 'Chen2 lao3shi1'. Imagine LC:"xian4 zai4, rang1 wo3 men2 you2 qing3 (increases pitch by one octave) Ms Letchmi (decreases again) wei4 wo3 men2 shuo1 ji3 ju4 hua4'.

Between that and the formal attire of *some* people...... it was actually quite fun. Then came the moment of truth. Uh-oh... So we were mercilessly deposited at our locations by Jeremy, and it was time for portfolio presentation. Okay admittedly, it went very well for me. I just showed 1% content and added 99% filler, but at least it was interesting filler and elaboration that kept my mum's attention. However, apart from myself, it appeared to be that people were staring to stand up, take pictures, stare at each other, escape to toilets, and mock the serious people from outside the doorways. The first few just showed that they might have finished or not have much left to say, but the last one... Seriously! C'mon if you don't have the maturity to utilise this chance for active interaction, I do believe you are in no position to do mocking stances outside doorways at those who are concentrating. That is a testimonial to your low sense of propeity, and honsetly... does not reflect well. Pbbfffttt.........

Okay anyway, nobody get offended. If you're not one of those people... excellent. If you are but you ain't offended... phew. If you are & got offended... whoops i'm sorry. Here, execute me now in your minds, then let's be friends again.

So soon there is hardly anybody left in the room, not that those still there are talking much. Then Jeremy comes alone to our classroom, and I enquire as to if he's gonna be my surrogate pa. Jeremy's mind: Whaaatttevvvaaa...... Sadly though, he was there to chase us out. Sighz...... and I hadn't even finished talking about 25% of my portfolio yet. Dis-ap-poin-ting.

We returned to the Drama Centre for some kind of a panel discussion. I don't think it was very interesting, but I'm not it a position to testify that the statement applied to the entire duration. zZzZz . To cut the story short...... talk, talk, talk, talk, talk, finish, re-arrange, re-arrange, complete, leave! Ta-da!

Reflections. Fun - okay. Gained - Nada.

Seriously, there really was'nt much learnt by either party. So organisers, take note. Next year, take the freaking event away...... pleeeeaaaasssse?