A closer view of Class 5A's display board
Tooba of Class 5A explaining input devicesSunday, April 08, 2007
Okay, some pictures of project competition are in order:
Midhat and Roomana explaining their project work
Class 5A students explaining their project work (Hareem in front, Hadia on right, Hafsa at the back and Tooba behind)
(From left) Farwa, Saba and Midhat of Class 5C
Midhat and Roomana explaining their project work
Class 5A students explaining their project work (Hareem in front, Hadia on right, Hafsa at the back and Tooba behind) 
(From left) Farwa, Saba and Midhat of Class 5C
Class 5B's models: flat-screen monitor, keyboard, paddle and webcam
A close view of class 5C's display board
A close view of class 5C's display boardSaturday, April 07, 2007
Okay, to celebrate victory a little more, me and A bought two stuff toys: a bunny and a teddy bear. After Mr. Fluffoo and Pinkoo, I have named them as Mr. Bunny and Mr. Teddy until I could think of something better.
P.S. Did I mention that Saba's mom hugged me in front of everyone for putting up such a great project? Thank God S wasn't around otherwise she would have something bitter and hurt me badly.
P.S. Did I mention that Saba's mom hugged me in front of everyone for putting up such a great project? Thank God S wasn't around otherwise she would have something bitter and hurt me badly.
Friday, April 06, 2007
Finally I have sobered up after all the victory excitement. Every catastrophe I faced while working on project seems pale in comparison to what I have achieved. Sometimes I think it's my blind trust in God that keeps me going. I am not really a person who prays and fasts but I am honest. My family and friends know about the troubled the state of my soul during project work especially a day before project exhibition, when I had nearly broken down. But then God has strange ways of working; I hadn't imagined that my project would be such a hit. My students didn't panic though they hadn't practiced much. They behaved exactly as I had told them. Everything went smoothly.
Hugs to muskan and sab, you rock girls!
Ms. Soob, blessed art thou. I definitely owe you a favor. I was so relaxed after leaving things in your hand. I wish I had come to you sooner. JazakAllah!
Mr. A, thanks for the printouts I know it cost you dearly. Thanks a bunch sir!
My students, I love you, I know at times, I had been a little hard on you but it was meant to get you on the track.
And to all those who brought cheers to my life during worst of times: thanks and hugs.
To those who didn't: what goes around comes around =)
Hugs to muskan and sab, you rock girls!
Ms. Soob, blessed art thou. I definitely owe you a favor. I was so relaxed after leaving things in your hand. I wish I had come to you sooner. JazakAllah!
Mr. A, thanks for the printouts I know it cost you dearly. Thanks a bunch sir!
My students, I love you, I know at times, I had been a little hard on you but it was meant to get you on the track.
And to all those who brought cheers to my life during worst of times: thanks and hugs.
To those who didn't: what goes around comes around =)
Project Exhibition
How did the day begin? I don't know. I was up all night and couldn't even recall when the day actually began. All I know that my mind was captivated by things-to-do-today list. I had to listen to students' presentation, had to tell them how to present their models, had to prepare them for explaining their project work on display board and whatnot. Above all, I had to tell them how to behave in front of judges. Though I had been telling those tips and trivial facts about project presentation since the day we started working but they are kids and are prone to forget quickly.
First muskan did my make-up, because with sleep-burned eyes carrying dark circles, I looked horrible. During make-up I was told that Mr. Omer Manya, Master Licensee of The Fourth R, Pakistan had arrived. I also came to know that S was throwing tantrums at everyone. Reasons weren't discovered then but later, when my students told me that they showed their display board to her in the morning, I figured why. I totally ignored her sarcastic remarks afterwards.
It was time to gather my students. Class 5C's presentation was at number five, 5B's at number seven and 5A's at number nine. Sab and I started with class 5C. Sab prepared midhat and roomana for display board presentation while I prepared saba and farwa for multimedia presentation. After getting done, I went outside to take a look at other projects. It seemed that my display boards had created quite hype. All the senior girls were gaping at them. I showed them to other teachers as well. Muskan, sab and N, all liked and appreciated them. In the meantime, other judges had also arrived.
The presentation started immediately. I was called by muskan to send my students as Mr. Manya intended to leave early. Class 5C was up next. Students were waiting outside while I was in library listening to previous group's presentation. The students were fumbling, their confidence shaking and that scene made my heart skipped beats. I rushed outside and told my students to be confident and relax and so did muskan.
And then my students entered with their stuffs and when they unfolded their display board in front of judges, readers I don't have words to describe how they reacted. Sound of applauses and praises echoed in the library. Everyone with cameras started taking pictures and that display board became a celeb. It boosted my students' morale and they delivered their presentation quite brilliantly. One should hear them talk, they sounded so cute.
When the presentation got over, Mr. Manya stood up to leave. He appreciated me but I requested him to stay, telling that I really want him to watch my other students' work as well since they have put in a lot of effort. He complied and I am really grateful to him.
It was a break time and class 5A's presentation was up next. The numbers were re-shuffled since S's projects failed to make impact on judges. The students did good job though they weren't confident much as all this re-shuffling had confused them but they were good. In the meantime, sab started preparing class 5B students for presentation and all. And when their turn arrived, they delivered their presentation smoothly.
When all my students got done, I took them to cafeteria for treat. I was so involved with my students that I didn't even watch other group's presentations. I heard that they weren't much good with few exceptions. My three projects had knocked out other eight.
When it was all over, Mr. A, called us in his office and appreciated us with special compliments for my work. Later, we calculated points and as expected, Class 5C's project ranked first. The judges had called it superb, excellent and whatnot in their remarks.
First muskan did my make-up, because with sleep-burned eyes carrying dark circles, I looked horrible. During make-up I was told that Mr. Omer Manya, Master Licensee of The Fourth R, Pakistan had arrived. I also came to know that S was throwing tantrums at everyone. Reasons weren't discovered then but later, when my students told me that they showed their display board to her in the morning, I figured why. I totally ignored her sarcastic remarks afterwards.
It was time to gather my students. Class 5C's presentation was at number five, 5B's at number seven and 5A's at number nine. Sab and I started with class 5C. Sab prepared midhat and roomana for display board presentation while I prepared saba and farwa for multimedia presentation. After getting done, I went outside to take a look at other projects. It seemed that my display boards had created quite hype. All the senior girls were gaping at them. I showed them to other teachers as well. Muskan, sab and N, all liked and appreciated them. In the meantime, other judges had also arrived.
The presentation started immediately. I was called by muskan to send my students as Mr. Manya intended to leave early. Class 5C was up next. Students were waiting outside while I was in library listening to previous group's presentation. The students were fumbling, their confidence shaking and that scene made my heart skipped beats. I rushed outside and told my students to be confident and relax and so did muskan.
And then my students entered with their stuffs and when they unfolded their display board in front of judges, readers I don't have words to describe how they reacted. Sound of applauses and praises echoed in the library. Everyone with cameras started taking pictures and that display board became a celeb. It boosted my students' morale and they delivered their presentation quite brilliantly. One should hear them talk, they sounded so cute.
When the presentation got over, Mr. Manya stood up to leave. He appreciated me but I requested him to stay, telling that I really want him to watch my other students' work as well since they have put in a lot of effort. He complied and I am really grateful to him.
It was a break time and class 5A's presentation was up next. The numbers were re-shuffled since S's projects failed to make impact on judges. The students did good job though they weren't confident much as all this re-shuffling had confused them but they were good. In the meantime, sab started preparing class 5B students for presentation and all. And when their turn arrived, they delivered their presentation smoothly.
When all my students got done, I took them to cafeteria for treat. I was so involved with my students that I didn't even watch other group's presentations. I heard that they weren't much good with few exceptions. My three projects had knocked out other eight.
When it was all over, Mr. A, called us in his office and appreciated us with special compliments for my work. Later, we calculated points and as expected, Class 5C's project ranked first. The judges had called it superb, excellent and whatnot in their remarks.
Thursday, March 22, 2007
HAIR I go...
Oh, seems like everybody liked my new haircut. Got so many compliments from teachers and students. On seeing me, ma'am R was like "Who are you?" LOL!
Yesterday I spent an hour in front of mirror looking at my new image. I don't blame U for calling me self-conceited. =D
Yesterday I spent an hour in front of mirror looking at my new image. I don't blame U for calling me self-conceited. =D
Wednesday, March 21, 2007
Monday, March 19, 2007
Friday, March 16, 2007
Mystery of Life...
Why do people always call when you are:
- in class
- asleep
- in a rickshaw
- about to go to sleep
- in a meeting
- watching your favourite tv show
Thursday, March 15, 2007
Obituary
Ladies and Gentlemen!!! Please take a minute to pray for zuni's brain that died on the 14th of March, at 2:45 PM.
May her dysfunctional brain rest in peace.
May her dysfunctional brain rest in peace.
Wednesday, March 14, 2007
I think I should start writing an autobiography. With an atrophied brain, crumbled soul and awful physical condition I don't seem to carry on for long. My blogs are quite sufficient for the autobiography but since not many people know about it (which suits me well because some of them are in no way supposed to know-not when I'm living), I have decided to make it public so that all of you can be regaled with delectable portions of my wonderfully interesting life. :P
Tuesday, March 13, 2007
So, here I am, rheumy-eyed with running nose and a brain half-dead. Murderous creeperistic flu has cut off my lifeline. Not to mention aches and cramps which have wrecked my body, it's one of the worst ordeals of being a female.
Would someone be considerate enough to send me get well soon wishes? I miss you.
P.S. Bouquets and floral wishes are welcome =)
Would someone be considerate enough to send me get well soon wishes? I miss you.
P.S. Bouquets and floral wishes are welcome =)
Monday, March 12, 2007
The weather wears a new outfit every day. It's raining incessantly here, like a persistent, clingy fool in love. A March drizzle, something's wrong with our ecosystem or God is experimenting this year.
Rain washed away the blues and despair. Despite of the killing flu that has engulfed me since yesterday, I managed to soak myself for few minutes, in the rain. Don't ask what happened after that. Thank God I wasn't discovered by mom.
What a deceitful yet inspiring thing the rain is indeed, with raindrops pelting on your face, cold hugging clothes sticking to the body and cold rushes of air twirling the hair.
Rain washed away the blues and despair. Despite of the killing flu that has engulfed me since yesterday, I managed to soak myself for few minutes, in the rain. Don't ask what happened after that. Thank God I wasn't discovered by mom.
What a deceitful yet inspiring thing the rain is indeed, with raindrops pelting on your face, cold hugging clothes sticking to the body and cold rushes of air twirling the hair.
Sunday, March 11, 2007
Fevers, I have discovered, are great conductors of grande ideas. Never is the writers mind more clear then when his body is in break down.
So let's recap: I have a guttural fever, sore throat and hacky-whacky cough and I have got a long things-to-do list.
P.S. Did I mention the stress my so called friends are giving me for the past 2 weeks? I want my fluffoo!
So let's recap: I have a guttural fever, sore throat and hacky-whacky cough and I have got a long things-to-do list.
P.S. Did I mention the stress my so called friends are giving me for the past 2 weeks? I want my fluffoo!
It has come to my realization that winx club is the most popular cartoon among children. Whenever they get done with work, they ask me to let them surf internet. And all they do is to visit winx club's website. I have taught them how to search using Google so whatever they study in theory, they search about it and collect information via internet. I think its quite practical approach to teaching which promotes interest in learning. More than that, it makes them independent. They have become so skillful in 6 months that if you ask about something they don't know, they will quickly search through Google and tell you all.
And now they search for winx fairies' pictures. Sometimes I do sit with them and talk about it. It's funny how I find myself taking interest in their activities. Deep down, I think I wish I was a child again, forget everything in the world except for one particular object that has become the focal point of my attention.
Whenever I sit with them I realize that I take off that fake-plastic-me mask and become really myself. May be there is a little girl inside me that keeps me from behaving like adults and that girl never wants to grow up.
And now they search for winx fairies' pictures. Sometimes I do sit with them and talk about it. It's funny how I find myself taking interest in their activities. Deep down, I think I wish I was a child again, forget everything in the world except for one particular object that has become the focal point of my attention.
Whenever I sit with them I realize that I take off that fake-plastic-me mask and become really myself. May be there is a little girl inside me that keeps me from behaving like adults and that girl never wants to grow up.
Saturday, March 10, 2007
Chills.....down my spine...
Lately, I have been reminiscing a lot. About a lot of fun times and I know what Michael said (see below) about dwelling into the past, but I can't seem to get over it. May be I am terribly missing those times. I wish I could turn back the time. I realize even more and more while I am in this lonely room. I just find out stuff about myself like never before. And then people tell me things, and I wonder, I think I have softened up and my facade has finally shown through.
Yeah, some of you reading this probably never have seen me through my facade. But isn't it funny how I can be so cheerful and so bitchy, yet so soft hearted inside? Perhaps, my soft heartedness is no longer there. The only things I feel lately are bitter and anger and I am trying to hold them in before I let it explode. But then the burden comes of holding it in, which makes me tired. In the end, I am probably so exhausted, yet I keep my smile on my face to keep anyone from noticing.
Till now, people really never had to look into me, generalizing people that are. Only a small, not even a handful knows much about me. But, lately, I am getting told things that I should have kept secret. Things that I don't mean to show, but they show right through. My facade is decaying; I guess I am at the point in which I can no longer keep it up. I have no energy to do anything anymore; I wander online to keep my mind off these thoughts. And the more I run away, the more I am backing myself into a corner. And I keep running. No matter, wherever I go.
I will have to lock myself into a corner in my mind and never let anyone in. In the end it's not worth my time to tell people. I push them away. I don't want people to know anymore. No more, just no more. Because, if there's anything in the end, it's no one to turn to.
Yeah, some of you reading this probably never have seen me through my facade. But isn't it funny how I can be so cheerful and so bitchy, yet so soft hearted inside? Perhaps, my soft heartedness is no longer there. The only things I feel lately are bitter and anger and I am trying to hold them in before I let it explode. But then the burden comes of holding it in, which makes me tired. In the end, I am probably so exhausted, yet I keep my smile on my face to keep anyone from noticing.
Till now, people really never had to look into me, generalizing people that are. Only a small, not even a handful knows much about me. But, lately, I am getting told things that I should have kept secret. Things that I don't mean to show, but they show right through. My facade is decaying; I guess I am at the point in which I can no longer keep it up. I have no energy to do anything anymore; I wander online to keep my mind off these thoughts. And the more I run away, the more I am backing myself into a corner. And I keep running. No matter, wherever I go.
I will have to lock myself into a corner in my mind and never let anyone in. In the end it's not worth my time to tell people. I push them away. I don't want people to know anymore. No more, just no more. Because, if there's anything in the end, it's no one to turn to.
Today's Quote:
"I've come to realize that as important the future is to all of us, the present is where we live and that is where we must live. We cannot dwell in the past because we'd never be able to move forward. We cannot dwell too much in the future because you might disregard the present and unknowingly forced yourself into a future you didn't want."
- Michael Wang
Thursday, March 08, 2007
Makes me sad, some of my friends, I regard as my closest friends, yet in the end, they are just one of the others. All I see is the shallowness around me and the hypocrisy that I can't stand.
Those that say "the best person that understands you is YOU" I cannot even begin to comprehend. I don't understand myself, why must I bear the burden of understanding other people.
This chaos within me doesn't let me accept things as they are and I am too weak to make a change. I don't think I will ever be happy again. Yet, I want to be happy …really happy… I want to smile when I wake up in the morning. If only, only, wishes could come true.
Those that say "the best person that understands you is YOU" I cannot even begin to comprehend. I don't understand myself, why must I bear the burden of understanding other people.
This chaos within me doesn't let me accept things as they are and I am too weak to make a change. I don't think I will ever be happy again. Yet, I want to be happy …really happy… I want to smile when I wake up in the morning. If only, only, wishes could come true.
Wednesday, March 07, 2007
Listening to: Anywhere by Evanescence
I am totally idle right now. MSN isn't working and I'm in no mood to check copies.... same old dedicated laziness. Even don't feel like orkuting today – courtesy all those "fraaindship" scraps which have flooded my scrapbook. Dayem!!! … Been glued to orkut since last two weeks.
Sitting idle, I am wondering why, despite the fact that I am fairly well-read and educated, and have a shiny, happy future in front of me (or I am told so) I am so hopelessly addicted to orkut.
I am totally idle right now. MSN isn't working and I'm in no mood to check copies.... same old dedicated laziness. Even don't feel like orkuting today – courtesy all those "fraaindship" scraps which have flooded my scrapbook. Dayem!!! … Been glued to orkut since last two weeks.
Sitting idle, I am wondering why, despite the fact that I am fairly well-read and educated, and have a shiny, happy future in front of me (or I am told so) I am so hopelessly addicted to orkut.
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