Wednesday, September 03, 2003
*dead poets' society
the movie starring robin willams sure stirred something in me. caught glimpses of it when i was younger. though i couldnt remb much of it, pple told me that it was a gd show. had been trying to lay my hands on it. till today...
took special note of this particular character, Neil. he was a model student n parents had great expectations of him. his only 'flaw' was his passion for acting. his first stage role was puck from 'midsummer nite dream'. coincidentally, the first sc that we saw neil on stage was the exact sc that i chose to do with my acting partner then. (during the show,i was unconsciously comparing the difference betwn our interpretation of the sc to the movie.) parents were unable to understand him n considered acting as frivalous. they forced him to quit w/o giving him a fair chance to speak for himself. in the end, he ended his life with his dad's gun. luckily, i wont do such a stupid thing. but then again, its coz... nevermind.
on the other hand, i liked keating's (robin williams) unorthodox teaching methods in dead poets. had always been attracted to such alternative teaching methods just likethose described in the novel, 'ger in the window' by totto chan. though im a tutor now, i wished i had more freedom in teaching the kids. i have a particularly difficult kid who is very quiet n doesnt seem to know wat he wants, simply choosing watever his parents wanted. (could actually tell me that he enjoys studying best as that would ensure him in getting a gd job in the future. pri 4 only! doesnt like soccer, doesnt like watching tv, doesnt like playing computer games. where's his childhood?) am trying my best to connect with him, to figure wat would move him.
okok, i shall scamper off to play some word association game with my fren. being bloody spastic. but its been awhile since ive worked on my vocab n thinking skills. lets see if me n her r on the same wavelength.
Monday, September 01, 2003
i woke up n found this note on my door,
'dear,
lisa for u.
we will be back at 3.30pm.'
*scratch scratch.
'lisa? for me???? wtf?'
went to the kitchen n saw the packet of laksa.
right...
lisa... laksa... lisa.... laksa.
stupid dad.
----joraffe----
