I lie about my teaching

Sometimes, I lie about my teaching. When I write about the beautiful and flawless learning that occurs within my classroom on a daily basis, I am not telling the whole story. Facts have been glossed. You, the audience, do not know the whole story. What you do not see is the daily grind. The mistakes….

Transitions

280 days. 9 months and 5 days. 200 weekdays and 80 weekend days. 6,720 hours. 403,200 minutes. Where has the time gone? Sitting down to reflect upon the previous part of my life feels like an impossible task, but I must. Life goes on and memories are made. Where do I begin? One chapter of…

Crunching the numbers: My 2015 in review

What a year! I cannot wait to see what 2016 has to offer. Thank you all, as always, for continuing to patronize this blog. Click below to see my year on WordPress. The Year of #ThanksFulbright Here’s an excerpt: A New York City subway train holds 1,200 people. This blog was viewed about 5,000 times…

Building Towards a Better Future: A Year to Remember

They tell you in entry-level teacher education courses to avoid picking favorites. Do not pick favorite students and approach every content area with an open mind. The same could be said for each year we are on this Earth. Do not pick a favorite. Every year’s triumphs and challenges help to shape the individual you…

A Year in the Kampung

As my time in Malaysia comes to a close, I have spent a lot of time reflecting on the year as a whole. It is hard to believe that my ten-month grant is nearly over. I still remember my initial journey from the United States like it happened yesterday. I guess this is what happens…

(Re)Discovering Our Confidence in the Jungle

I never really know what to expect when it comes to English Camps. There are so many factors to account for. My head is filled with questions: How will the students act outside of the classroom?  Is the venue I selected appropriate for my camp?  Are all of the facilities well maintained and safe to…

Dear Journal (and Mr. Max)…

It’s 11 pm on a Thursday night and I’m asleep. My bedside table begins vibrating. The unmistakable sound of an incoming call. I try to ignore it but I cannot. I reach for my phone, my face still buried in the pillow. “Hello,” I manage to mumble. “Hello!” “Hello? Who is this?” It’s one of my…

Being Dramatic

“The creative is the place where no one else has ever been. You have to leave the city of your comfort and go into the wilderness of your intuition. What you’ll discover will be wonderful. What you’ll discover is yourself.” — Alan Alda I cannot teach creativity. I cannot teach my English language learners how…

Mr. Max, Why You Gotta Be So Rude?

I can never walk unnoticed around the grounds of SMK Badak. Whenever I make my way over to the canteen or depart for one of my classes, my movement tracked by students: “Hello!” or “Good morning, Mr. Max!” or “Oh! Mr. Max! Good morning, sir!” or sometimes just loud screaming noises. Needless to say, my classes know…