The result of the diagnostic test was difficult to take but not at all surprising. Out of 22 participants, 12 got level 1, 7 level 2 and the rest got level 3,4,5. With that kind of scores of English competence, I wondered how on earth these teachers teach their students.
In the training venue on the first day, 22 people had waited impatiently for the training to commence. They're exchanging songs and techniques while waiting for our coming. The room had a nice atmosphere. People showed enthusiastic faces and their body sat straight ready to learn.
They're friendly, all smiling here and there with soft tones when talking. It's all good until they started talking about what the right technique or methodology is applied for a certain audience. I gave a lot of smile and wholeheartedly gave my mic to any person who felt like talking. At first.
After a while, I began to see the pattern. They did speak gently but my oh my, what harsh words to say. There was a point during my lesson planning session when I felt like I was twice older than their ages. They fought over what to do with the sequencing of the lesson planning I shared. The room situation was like a debate competition. It was terrible. I stopped their arguments and managed some words to get everything straight. Basically,each school treats the English differently. There's a school where English is a specific subject taught within 2 hour teaching, for some it's just a slight of color embedded in a subject lesson and for others is just an extracurricular activity. They should've realized that the application would be different. And they were having this debate? :-( What happened next was a weird surprise. After my words, most of them clapped. Probably the arguments 'disturbed' some of them and they're relieved that I could stop it. Phew!
If there's one thing they like, it's singing songs. At the end of my 1st session, they sang this 'terimakasih' song. As energizer, I chose my favorite: hokey pokey. They loooooved it. They would stand behind their chairs and did the gestures dutifully.:-) I got carried away and, I think, they stopped after the 10th time of singing it. I remember how sweaty I was, jumping here and there.Hahahaha.
In the training venue on the first day, 22 people had waited impatiently for the training to commence. They're exchanging songs and techniques while waiting for our coming. The room had a nice atmosphere. People showed enthusiastic faces and their body sat straight ready to learn.
They're friendly, all smiling here and there with soft tones when talking. It's all good until they started talking about what the right technique or methodology is applied for a certain audience. I gave a lot of smile and wholeheartedly gave my mic to any person who felt like talking. At first.
After a while, I began to see the pattern. They did speak gently but my oh my, what harsh words to say. There was a point during my lesson planning session when I felt like I was twice older than their ages. They fought over what to do with the sequencing of the lesson planning I shared. The room situation was like a debate competition. It was terrible. I stopped their arguments and managed some words to get everything straight. Basically,each school treats the English differently. There's a school where English is a specific subject taught within 2 hour teaching, for some it's just a slight of color embedded in a subject lesson and for others is just an extracurricular activity. They should've realized that the application would be different. And they were having this debate? :-( What happened next was a weird surprise. After my words, most of them clapped. Probably the arguments 'disturbed' some of them and they're relieved that I could stop it. Phew!
If there's one thing they like, it's singing songs. At the end of my 1st session, they sang this 'terimakasih' song. As energizer, I chose my favorite: hokey pokey. They loooooved it. They would stand behind their chairs and did the gestures dutifully.:-) I got carried away and, I think, they stopped after the 10th time of singing it. I remember how sweaty I was, jumping here and there.Hahahaha.
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