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A Story "going bananas"

 A Story "going bananas"

Many, may years ago, there lived a beautiful princes called Mariang Maganda, which means “the beautiful one”.

She lived near a large forest, wherein grew the most beautiful, colourful, and fragrant plants and flowers. Everyday the princess would walk trough the forest in order to pick beautiful flowers, which she would then put together into a long garland. She would then wrap this chain of many beautiful colors in her hair, around her neck, and over her body. These flowers only accentuated the princess’ already considerable beauty.

One day, while the princess was in the forest collecting flowers for a new garland, she came upon a hansome young man. As soon as they looked into one another’s eyes, there was an immediate feeling of mutual affection between them.

Everyday from that day onward, they met in the forest where they would walk together through the flowers, hand in hand. They were  very, very much in love with one another.

One day, as they walked through the carpet of beautiful flowers in the forest, the princess commented on how particularly beautiful the flowers looked on this day.

The young man smiled at the princess. “These flowers are indedd beautiful,” he said, “but they are not as beautiful as the flowers you will find in my world.” As soon as the words had left his lips, the young amn realized that he should have not said them.

“what do you mean?” asked the puzzled princess. “are you not from this world?”

The young man was now forced to tell the beautiful princess the truth. “No,” he replied “I am from another world”. The world of the gods, I am not a mortal.”

The princess was stunned. But before she could comprehend what the young man has just said, he began to leave. But the princess  grabbed him by the arm and pulled him back toward her, “wait! Do not go!” said the princess.

The young man look toward the hiorizon, where the sun was setting fast. “I must return to my world before the sun goes down at the end of the day,” he explained. Otherwise I will never be allowed to return here to see you.”

“Then let me come to you to your world,” pleaded the princess. “no!” answered the young man emphatically. “It is strictly forbidden for mortals to enter the world of the gods”. Now please let me go, Mariang Maganda, before the sun disappears.”

But the princess did not want the man to go and clung onto his arm with a ll her might. “no, please don’t leave me!” she begged. “I want to hold on to you forever!” but the young man struggled to free himself from the soobing princes and ran toward the horizon, where the sun had already set. He had left it too late and would never be able to return to visit the princess in her world ever again. “I loveyou, Mariang MAganda!”. “He shouted, as he disappeared over the horizon, never to be seen again”. The sobbing pricess could not bear to watch her lover as he ran from her. But as she slowly opened her tear- stained eyes, she was amazed to see that she was holding his arms in her hands.

The princess decided to burry the young man’s arm in the middle of the beautiful flowers which she adored so much. For several days, the princess could not bring herself to visit the woods for fear of bringing back painful memeries of the young amn she hinside her ad loved and lost forver.

Instead she stayed inside laying in bed, crying and sobbing. After a few days, the princess once more pluck up the courage to visit the forest and see and smell the beautiful flowers, which she loved so much.

When she enetered the  forest and walked through the carpet of flowers, she was amazed to see that a new and unusual plant had grown on the spot where she had buried her lovers dismembered arms a few days earlier.

The astounded princess examined the plant, which had wide, green leaves, but no branches. From that moment onward the princess rush to the forest every morning to water this unusual plant and whispered tender words into its large leaves, to encourage it to grow. The princess tender, loving care did the trick. The unusual plant soon began to bear large flowers. And before long, these flowers turned into long, yellow fruits, which look like large fingers.

It was almost as though the fingers of her lover, were reaching out to touch her.

Over the years, this unusual plant spawned many more, all with fruit like long, curved, human fingers. Today we call this fruit the Banana.

A Story to share "The fearless princess"

The fearless princess

(Mindanao)

 Who had a beautiful daughter named Princess Yimbungan, whose beauty was so breathtaking that all the handsome gods of the lakes and mountains vied for her affections and wanted to marry her. But her father loved his daughter so much, that he did not want to give her hand in marriage to any suitor, for he could not bear the thought of her leaving home.

      The handsome god of Mount Apo loved Yimbungan very much and was angry when the Manobo Chief refused to allow him to marry his beautiful daughter. Now it was an age old tradition that the Manobo chief was obliged to give a large going to the god of Mount Apo after the yearly harvest. Because the god was so angry at not being allowed to marry yimbungan, he ordered her father the chief, to deliver the gong seven days before the usual. If this gong was not delivered on time, then the Manobo chief and his people would suffer a terrible fate a t the hands of the god of Mount Apo.

The anxious chief gathered his councils of advisers together to discuss how could they passively find a way of making the large gong on time. Work on the gong began immediately. A huge fire was built with a large cooking suspended high above it. Into the pot, which was high above their heads, the villagers threw metal trinkets and pots and pans. The chief and the council of advisors chanted and prayed around the blazing fire, as it grew in intensity and melted the metal inside the cooking pot.  Once the metal had become boiling liquid, it was poured from the pot and into a clay mould in the shape of a huge gong. Which was the size two men in diameter.

      When the metal had set and the gong and the gong was removed from its mould, the chief struck the metal from the large stick. But to his horror, the gong did not produce a sound! They would have to start it all over and make the gong again.

      But the second gong turned out as disastrously as the first gong because this time, when the villagers removed the villagers removed the gong from its clay mould, it shattered into ten thousand tiny pieces. Time was now running for the delivery of the gong. The worried chief called  his shaman and asked him to find a way in making a gong which would produced a beautiful sound and which would not break in pieces.

       The old shaman closed his eyes and went into a deep trance so that he could communicate with the gods to find a way of making the gong. After several hours, the shaman awoke from his trance, with a worried look on his face. When the chief ask the shaman what advice the god had given him, the shaman began to shake and tremble. He told the chief that he was unable to repeat what advice the god had given him. No matter how many times the chief ask him, still the shaman trembled and refused to reveal whatever the god had told him during his trance.

      Princess Yimbungan saw that the shaman was trembling and refused to speak of his ordeal during his trance and so she took him aside and begged to tell her what the gods had said to him, for the sake of his father and the tribe. At first he was hesitant, but eventually the shaman agreed to tell the secret to Yimbungan, as long as the promised not to tell her father or any of his advisors. Yimbungan agreed to the shaman’s terms and he whispered to her the advice that he had been given the gods.

Yimbungan went to her father and asked that she be allowed to supevise the next casting of the gong because she was the only one who knew the secret of how to produce the perfect musical instrument. Her father agreed and Yimbungan immediately ordered the villagers to stoke up a huge and prepare the large pot high above it, into which they threw hundreds of trinkets and pans and pots.

When the boiling, molten was at just the right temperature, Yimbungan asked for a ladder so she climbed up to the top of the cooking pot to check the mixture. When Yimbungan reached the top of the ladder, she stopped for a moment and looked down at her father below. “I love you, father” she whispered. And then to everyone’s horror, Yimbungan leaped of the ladder and plunged into the bubbling, liquid metal where she was consumed in an instant in flames. Her father and villagers cried out in dismay but could do nothing to save the beautiful Yimbungan.

As the grief-stricken chief fell to his knees with his head in his hands, the shaman came over to him and placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. “Do not be sad,” said the shaman. “The gods told me that the only way to produce a perfect mixture for the gong was if the flesh and blood of a beautiful princess was added when it reached just the right temperature. Your daughter sacrificed her life to produced the most beautiful musical instrument in the land.

The beautiful gong was offered to the god of mount Apo within the deadline he had given. He was surprised at the beauty of the gong and at the sweet sound it made when it was struck. But he became sad when he learned that the beautiful Princess Yimbungan, whom he loved so dearly, had sacrificed her life to produce the gong.

From his domain, high above the clouds, the god of mount Apo declared, “this gong contains the blood and flesh of my beloved princess Yimbungan.” I will turn this beautiful gong into a beautiful river which will sustain the people of the land surrounding it, for eternity. In return you must always remember the courage and the sacrifice of the beautiful princess Yimbungan that she may live forever in your hearts.”

 The god of mount Apo threw the gong from up above the clouds to the land below. As soon as the gong struck the land, there was a blinding flash and in an instant, the gong had become a flowing river which sparkled in the sun.

Ever since that day, the yimbungan River, which has since become known as the yimbungan River has provide the Manobo people with an abundance of fish and means of transportation, so that they will never forget the ultimate sacrifice made by their beautiful princess.  

Teaching Assessment

Name: RVQ

Date and time: October 31, 2008

Assess yourself in terms of:

·         Personality of teaching

·         Strategies used by teachers

o   Relationship with students

o   Relationship with superiors

o   Others in the community

·         Skills in making lesson plans

·         Questioning techniques

As a Bachelor of Arts in Language and Literature 4^th year major student, I was exposed to several practices which include making of lesson plans, Demo teachings and classroom observations in and outside of the University.

In this manner there are problems and difficulties encountered along the way, a greater patience I discovered in myself. I can therefore understand because I usually look on the positive side rather in the negative aspects of the matter.

I believe that this attitude towards teaching is very useful to be able to go with the students. Strategies are also as important as how the deliver his/her lessons, I the students find the teacher’s strategies working the goal for learning is successful.

The teacher’s relationship with the students would somehow indicate the firmness of their trust to the teacher who delivers the lesson. If the students find the teacher approachable enough and friendly, the tendency would be a freer communications for clarifications, questions and             .

This would eventually help students understand the lesson, I find myself friendly and approachable too with my students so I believe that I can handle classes like this later on. Superiors in any institution especially in an academic institutions demand respect from the inferiors like teachers and students especially. This is so because respect is one great thing they teach with students and to be able to do this they must have to show it themselves.

Showing of respect even to the least, to the poorest and to the youngest is one indication of how others would respect you as an Educator. Every teacher is entitled to prepare many lessons plans as she/he is required to compel with the need of her/his students. The efficiency of a teacher to do this is very essential because almost every night a teacher just like the students should be must make lesson plans to prepare for the next day activities. This is not an easy task though but once you love doing and you give yourself to the needs of yoyr students then you’ll find it an enjoyable thing to do.

        Making lesson plans for me is now an easy thing to do, as a teacher I need to know the lessons my students should have everyday. I have to plan them carefully so that at the end of that particular lesson there must be the learning. I can say that I am efficient in doing lesson plans because I experience preparing for it in just a whole night and even for just a couple of hours.

        Questioning techniques of teachers are truly essential in all classrooms that learning is taking place. This is because this would help teachers find their students in a genuine and spoken way. The teacher would therefore be able to assess his/her students, what they need and how far they have gone through the lesson discussed.

Learning Feedback

        Discuss what major learning you have gotten from the class?

The whole semester is in fact too short to learn everything about the craft of teaching.  Why because this profession demands a number of observation, a wide reading, a many interactions with the students and one of the greatest reasons is that teaching is lifetime learning. Everyday there are many things to learn, and the whole day is quite not enough to learn everything that day teaches.        Luckily, as an ABLL4 student I was given the chance to learn something out of the so many. These major learning are the basic, the very foundation about teaching and because of this I believe that I’ll be able                

A Story to share with your students "The Boy who ate stars"

The Boy Who Ate stars

The boy had always wanted to eat stars. At night he would look up at the little areas of the sky, and wish so hard that he may reach out beyond the trees to pluck the twinkling stars, and put them into his mouth.

He lived in a small village deep in the forest. There was nothing much to do at night, except look up at the stars peering through the many leaves and branches and wish that he may reach out beyond the tall trees to pluck the little stars from the sky. He wished so hard and so long, for so many nights, that he finally made it happened.

one day a stranger came to the village. He brought sharp things which could cut trees faster than anything the boy had seen. He promised the people on the village that they would get what they wanted, make all their wishes come true, if they allwed him to cut the trees around them as fast as he could.

At the end of the day many trees had fallen on the ground. There seemed to be so much more of the sky. When evening came there were also many more stars to be seen, and the boy looked up and more strongly that he wanted to taste them in his mouth.

The stranger sensed his wish and approached him. “All you have to do,” said the stranger, “is say your wish out loud for me to hear and I will grant it.”

The looked up at the stranger with pleading eyes, and said, “I want to eat some stars.”

The stranger smiled and nodded. He looked up the sky. Which ones?” he asked the boy.

“That one,” the boy pointed out with a rigid finger.” And that one, and that one, and all those over there.” he swept his arm in an arc across the night sky.

“Go ahead and reach out for them,” said the stranger. ”You may eat as much as you wish.”

The boy believed him in an instant. He reach out towards the stars and caught them in his hand. His wish had come true. He brought the stars to his mouth and ate them in one gulp. He found their taste to his liking.

The next day the stranger cut down more of the trees in the forest. That night more stars shone in the sky.

The boy went up to the stranger and ask if he could eat more stars. The stranger smile and nodded and told him that every night, just as much as he wished, he could reach out for the stars of his choice and put them in his mouth.

The boy flung his arm up into the sky and caught more stars, and ate them as had been his wish.

Each day the stranger cut down more trees. Each night more stars would shine in new parts of the sky, and the boy had his fill reaching out and tasting the stars of his choice.

The people on the village were all happy that the stranger seemed to grant their every wish. They allowed him to cut down as many trees as he wanted, until the view of the sky became larger and larger.

Soon there were no more trees to cut of what had been their forests. And the man said goodbye and went away.

That night the boy ate all the rest of the stars in the whole sky.

In the days and nights to come, the people in the village show how the wishes that had been granted them soon came to a stop.

Even the boy was hungering for more stars to eat, but the entire sky grew dark and not a single star could be seen.

The villagers became restless and more were rendered sick. They began to fight among themselves, over many small reasons. In the day they lamented the loss of their trees, and at night they were saddened by the loss of all the stars.

One day another stranger came. He brought a single tree and told the villagers that they could have it, since they appeared to have lost their forest. They allowed him to plant a tree, and promised to make it grow, to bear more trees, until they had their forest to live in again.

The second stranger also told them that they should stop fighting among themselves. He said that they would remember, he would place a star atop the tree. Each time they looked at the star, they would think of peace, and that would put a stop to all their fighting.

The boy saw the star placed atop the tree. He wished so hard that he could reach out to take the star. He wanted so much to eat it.

The second stranger approached the boy and told him that it was the star of peace. He explained that it was not meant to be eaten, just all other stars now missing from the sky had not been meant to be eaten. He said that they were there to remind people at night, when fears and wishes fought inside them, that peace rained in the sky and should also reign in their lives.

“The stars are like the trees,” said the second stranger to the boy. “Each one reminds us that we should still the greed in our hearts. Each tree, each star, teaches us the ways of peace.”

The boy looked at the star atop of the tree. Tears came to his eyes. He felt so sorry that he had eaten up all the stars in the sky. He began to choke, and felt a fervent wish to gi9ve back the stars so that the tree and the sky would again light up their lives.

The second stranger told the boy to stop crying. “Wish upon a star of peace, and you will get your wish for all the time.”

The boy wished as hard as he could upon the star of peace atop the tree, and soon his mouth tasted the salt of all his tears in the past. He saw the faces around him, all wishing for more trees and more star so they could regain their happy lives in peace.

Stars tumbled out the boy’s mouth. All the stars he ever ate twinkled back to life. Some flew to the single tree and attached themselves to its many branches. He tree glittered in splendour, and the villagers all fell to their knees and marvelled.

The stars kept coming out of the boy’s mouth they soared in all directions up to the night sky, and took their places until everything again seemed familiar.

The boy was beside himself with joy at the sight of so many stars. He hadn’t realized how much he had wished to satisfy his hunger. But now that they were all back in the sky, he was grateful that the second stranger had given them all a second chance to regain their happy lives.

In days and nights to come, the single tree grew and bore fruit amid its many glittering stars. The stars flew out of the tree to scatter the fruits all around, before they too took their rightful places in the sky.

The fruits grew into trees and more trees, until the villagers regained the happy forest of their lives. At night they saw less of the many stars in the sky, but they had their trees and they knew the stars would remain where they were meant to be.

The boy grew up to be a man, only too happy to see but a few stars. The sight of one was enough to remind him to still the hunger in his heart. And as a man he remembered, that peace came only to boys and girls, and men and women, of good wishes.

A Story to share with your students

The Runaway Princesses

(Mindanao)

Long long in the mist of the time, there lived a datu or a king who had three beautiful daughters, when the youngest of the daughters reached the age of seven years, their mother the queen passed away. The Datu and his daughters were heart brokens at the death of the queen. The datu soon became a very lonely and depressed Man who longed to find a new mother for his three daughters whom he loved dearly. Eventually, the datu found a new wife whom he thought would a good mother to his daughters and leave him time to run his kingdom, which he neglected of late. Unfortunately, the new queen turned out to be a scheaming, mean and evil woman whos only reason for marrying the datu, was to gain control of his kingdom. While the datu was busy running his empire, his new queen made the lives of his three daughters pure mystery. She withdrew all their royal privrledges and they were force to become nothing more than her maids- in- waiting.she made them scrub the floors of the palace, cook her food and washed her c;lothes. If any of the daughters disobeyed the queen, she would beat them and lock them in the dungeon for hours on and without food and without water. The three princesses were very, very unhappy with their new  step mother but said nothing to their father, the kin g in case he did not believe them, or in case they hurt his feelings. When the harsh treatmrnt and abused by the wicked queen became too much for the three princesses to take anymore, they decided to run away from the palce. So, one night, without telling anyone even their father the three daughters silently escaped from the palace under the light of  the full moon they boarded a large kumpit, or sailboat and sailed away from the palace across a peaceful and calm sea. But back at the palace, the queen used the magic powers of her third eye and in her mind, was able to see the three girls escaping across the sea in their boat. This was the perfect time to put her evil plans into action and seize control of the kingdom. First she would use her magic powers to kill the three daughters and then she would kill the father, the king. Then the kingdom would belong to her. Using the concentration of her evil mind and the powers of a magic and, the evil queen summoned up the dark forces of nature over the calm sea. Dark clouds appear out of nowhere and obscured the bright moon. The three princesses become frightened and clung to one another for comfort. A mighty storm raged around the sailboat. Huge waves swelled out of the sea, tossing the helpless wooden boat to and fro. A mighty crash of thunder filled the dark night sky and lightning fleshed from the angry clouds. A strong wind gusted across the undulating sea, venting its anger boats and its three terrified occupants. Then a mighty, fiery thunderbolt roared down from the heavens, hitting the boat which exploded into three pieces. The three helpless princesses were tossed into the raging sea and disappeared beneath the violent waves. When the king returned to the palace that night and saw that his new queen was using her evil power to destroy his three daughters, he became angry. The king snatched an ax from one of the palace guards and with one powerful blow, cut off the queen’s head. The queen fell dead on the floor and her evil powers were no more. The had no idea whether he would ever see his daughters alive again and fell to his knees and with head in his hands. Meanwhile, in the night sea, the storm subsided and the waters once more became calm and peaceful. The three princesses had each manage to cling to one piece of the boat wreckage and were still alive. But they were drifting far, far apart from each other. the eldest princess drifted toward the north, the youngest princess was drifting toward the south, meanwhile the third princess remained in the same place where the the boat was wrecked. All three princesses were exhausted fro their terrifying ordeal and they all closed their eyes as they clung to the drifting pieces of their wrecked boat. When the sun rose in the sky the next morning, the fishermen who had set out to see the daybreak, were amazed to see that three new islands had risen out of the sea during the the night. The island that appeared in the north, they named “Luzon”. The island that had appeared in the south, they named “Mindanao”. And the island that had appeared in the middle they called “Visayas”. Now the king was never really sure of course, but he believed that the three new, beautiful islands that grew from the sea during the night, were created for his three beautiful daughters to live. That made him very, very happy.

Teaching Instructions

Left Side of the Notebook Paraphrase or clarify items Enter a drawing, photo, sketch, or magazine picture that illustrates the concept, ideas, or facts Pose questions about the information Form and express an opinion Predict outcomes or next steps Create a metaphor that captures the essence of the information/issue Formulate and record a contradictory perspective Write a reflection on the information or experience Find a quote that connects to the concept; record it and explain your rationale Make connections between the information/text and your own life, another text, and/or the world Create a mind map that captures the main topic and key concepts and supportive detail Create an acronym that will help you to remember the information covered Make connections to the content/processes of other courses

Right Side of the Notebook Notes on a: mini-lesson lecture lab reading film/video/documentary small group or large group discussion collaborative group process a copied excerpt of a text

Interactive activies

Reading Strategies Scaffolding Students' Interactions with Texts

Interactive Notebook

Reading Outcomes Video Resource Link to Other Reading Strategies Tools for Reading, Writing, & Thinking ELA Home Page Search the ELA Web Pages:		Use this Strategy: Before Reading During Reading After Reading		Targeted Reading Skills: · Condense or summarize ideas from one or more texts · Distinguish between relevant and irrelevant information · Compare/contrast information from one or more texts · Make text-to-text, text-to-self, and/or text-to-world connections
		What is it? The interactive notebook began as a strategy in Addison Wesley’s program, History Alive!  Since then, many teachers and students have expanded and added to the repertoire of ideas and ways to use this strategy.  Generally, the way it works is that each student has a spiral notebook that he/she uses for recording information for the class; each pair of pages is designated for different purposes.  The right side of the notebook is used to record notes on a mini-lesson, lecture, reading, class discussion, etc.  The left side of the notebook is used solely for the purpose of the student’s individual interaction with the information on the right page.   This interaction is not directed by the teacher in any way other than a list of possible options for the various methods from which a student may want to choose.  Below is a partial list of some of those options, but I’m sure you and your students will add to this list when you use this strategy. Left Side of the Notebook Paraphrase or clarify items Enter a drawing, photo, sketch, or magazine picture that illustrates the concept, ideas, or facts Pose questions about the information Form and express an opinion Predict outcomes or next steps Create a metaphor that captures the essence of the information/issue Formulate and record a contradictory perspective Write a reflection on the information or experience Find a quote that connects to the concept; record it and explain your rationale Make connections between the information/text and your own life, another text, and/or the world Create a mind map that captures the main topic and key concepts and supportive detail Create an acronym that will help you to remember the information covered Make connections to the content/processes of other courses Right Side of the Notebook Notes on a: mini-lesson lecture lab reading film/video/documentary small group or large group discussion collaborative group process a copied excerpt of a text    . How could I use, adapt or differentiate it? ·         If you have used interactive notebooks before, you probably already have several options to add to the lists; if you haven’t used them before, I’m sure you and your students will be adding to the lists almost immediately. ·         These interactions can be done at the end of class as a closure activity or as a great way to engage kids in a homework assignment that is individualized and practical. ·         As students become more comfortable with this type of processing, it may be a useful tool to help each of them examine and reflect on their metacognitive skills in relation to processing information.  This reflection may even become a part of their final reflection for portfolio assessment.