Monday, May 30, 2011

May Ladies And Flowers For Santakrusan 2011 Slideshow

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Serendipity... Noel Ortega: January 2009 District Intel Teach Program in ICT

Serendipity... Noel Ortega: January 2009 District Intel Teach Program in ICT

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Saturday, May 28, 2011

Prologue to a New School Year Album 2: W/ Caleruega Kaleidoscope Slideshow

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Prologue to a New School Year: With Caleruega Kaleidoscope Slideshow

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Thursday, May 26, 2011

Carlo bade goodbye, forever...

(These are the article and the poem I composed for Carlo Navarro who passed away last August 2010 due to hemorrhagic dengue.I was his English teacher upon his untimely death)
Tita, if I will die, I want to wear my ‘sutana’... " Just like Anna Pavlova’s word “Get my Swan costume ready,” during his death scene in the movie Last Words, these were the statement whispered by Carlo to his Tita Lollie during the most painful and saddest moment of his life in the hospital.
Even during the last moment of his life, he never forget to think of his role as a servant of the Lord or being a Knight of the Altar. Even if he was very young, he wanted his classmates and loved ones to remember him as a good follower of the Word of God.
Carlo Navarro, 11, a Grade V-Crimson pupil of Carmona Elementary School succumbed to death last August 31 because of hemorrhagic dengue.
Medicines and outpouring prayers did not spare his very young life. His life was like a very short song full of melody, rhythm and emotions.
Carlo did not grow up in the fondle of his biological parents who are staying and working in Batangas, while he was in the caring of his aunt in Carmona, Cavite. His mother works as a cashier while his father sells popcorn in a small carnival in Batangas. He really had lived a very simple life of a lad who always wanted the caress and endearment of his mother during times of petty problems of a small boy like him. But he had showed he was satisfied with the love and affections given by his kind aunt. He never had asked for more. In fact, he was a very timid boy in school but was loved by his friends, classmates and teachers.
As Knight of the Altar, his ’kuyas’ have seen him as very affectionate, friendly and a submissive follower of all the duties and responsibilities that a ‘knight’ should comply in the church. He had never absented or came late in assisting the priest in all the Holy Masses that were assigned to him. He was an active boy during their Saturday Formations and a good listener to all the words that were given to him.
At his funeral, his classmates, loved ones and other relatives cried a river over a casket with a smiling boy in a ‘sutana’. Eulogies of outpouring revelations about his kind deeds and wonderful experiences with him were told and shared by his friends and ‘kuyas’ to the people who were at the church .
Truly Carlo’s life left an indelible mark in the memory of his classmates and teachers. If he was alive, he would have celebrated his twelfth birthday last October 21. His life might be very short and fast but the love for life he has shown to us was wonderful and meaningful.
Tita, if I will die, I want to wear my ‘sutana’...” Carlo is now wearing not just a “sutana” but a pure white clothes, with sparkling white wings and a bright halo while smiling down to us from heaven.


Carlo (third from left) with his friends who are also Knight of the Altar.
Requiem Carlo
I was upset...
You were absent since last week.
Your classmates said when I asked,
Terribly,
Appallingly you are sick.
Your mother’s letter arrived,
Informing us you’re in the hospital.
And surely will be fine,
To wear the smile you used to share.
Four,
Five,
Six days went by.
Still your desk is empty.
Bare.
Lonely.
I’m now missing your hand in the air,
Wanting you to be noticed,
To stand,
And recite.
I know you really want to get well.
Really,
Really want to get well.
To be in school every day,
To play,
To laugh,
To interact,
To answer eagerly to my queries,
To brighten the day with us always.
Now I’m not upset anymore,
Yet you’re still not in my class.
I know I can’t hear your voice anymore,
So young,
So pure,
Like a melody.
I’m in a trance asking why
T’was so fast,
So abrupt,
Like a glance.
In my heart,
you’ll be cherished
Like a child.
In my mind,
you’ll be remembered
Like a song.
Do you really deserve it?
Just one sting
And you’re absent in my class
Forever...

On Faith

I tell you the truth, if you have faith as small as a mustard seed, you can say to this mountain, “Move from here to there” and it will move. Nothing will be impossible for you”. –Matthew 17:20

Allow me to write a little about this topic, though I think I am not the most credible person to discuss on it. Yet in my simple experiences as a school paper adviser I am pretty sure that I have something to share to you.

Literally, I am not an obvious or a showy religious person, but in my heart, I am.

I truly believe that there is this good vibration I call it “divine energy” which is always with me wherever I go. As my mother used to tell me when I was a child, “don’t forget to utter any prayer, even a very short silent prayer like “ ‘God, you’re powerful so please help me’ in whatever you do”. And so I avidly do that in compliance to my kind and loving mother until it became an involuntary reaction of my brain in every endeavour of my life.

Let me tell you this personal anecdote for me is so real, so unique, so blissful and worth to be shared.


During the 2008 National Schools Press Conference in Naga City, I know there is a positive power which is so strong and mystical, whispering me that I will not go home “zero” or in other word- a loser with my two school papers: The Central Point in English and Centreglipiks in Filipino and with my pupil contestant in photojournalism contest. Since I am a true-blue Bicolano from my hometown Albay before I came to Cavite to work as a teacher, I strongly believe that the Virgin of Penafrancia, the patroness saint of Naga City and of the Bicolanos will not fail my prayers to win.





Miracle of all miracles, the Virgin really granted my wishes. Both of my school papers won in the group contest and my pupil contestant’s name was also called as a winner in the category he has joined in.

I was more than overjoyed. I know that the Virgin of Penafrancia not only granted my petitions because I am a fellow Bicolano, but because I truly believe in myself. I was in seventh heaven during that moment. No material thing can equate with the happiness that I had. And I asked myself, why did it happen? But the answer is quiet clear, aside from the time we spent for thorough practice and the time we spent to publish our school organs and the talent and ideas we exerted to write credible articles and excellent photos - which others also did, I know my edge from them. I just have this so called STRONG FAITH in GOD ALMIGHTY and that is all.

I hope all of you have this too.





Tuesday, May 24, 2011

January 2009 District Intel Teach Program in ICT

The interaction between the development of information and communication technologies of the generation of the new knowledge is twofold. Information and communication technologies change the process as well as the organization of the accumulation of the new knowledge. The elaboration of an appropriate institutional and organizational set-up in turn do affect the pace and direction of the technological convergence upon which the evolution of information and communication technologies rests.

Carmona District is very fortunate in having a local government that 101 percent supports all of the programs and endeavors which are meant for the upward trajectory of the quality of education. Through the enhanced Local School Board and its funds, every school in the district is secured to have a computer laboratory and a science laboratory. Also through it, four computer teachers are being hired and their monthly salaries and other benefits are shouldered by the LSB budget.

With the joined efforts of the District Supervisor, the ICT District Key Administrator, the District ICT Coordinator and all the ICT teachers, they have successfully concluded the District Echo on Intel Teach Program: Getting Started Course last November 8, 21, 27 and 28, 2008 at Carmona Elementary School Computer Laboratory.

This aims to equip the teachers with the knowledge, skills and processes involved in understanding and using new technology-including computers, other hardwares linked to computers, software applications and the internet.

ICT is being integrated in different subjects especially EPP (Edukasyong Pantahan at Pangkabuhayan) because it is a crucial component of the school curriculum. Its importance in the current economic climate has been recognized, and it is constantly changing. ICT in schools is developing rapidly in order to prepare young people to take their place in the ‘information society’.

Because of the paramount success brought about by the first echo, the Batch 2 of the District Echo on Intel Teach Program, Getting Started Course held at Carmona Elementary School last January 8, 9, 15 and 16, 2009.



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Monday, May 23, 2011

Regional Schools Press Conference 2010 Slideshow

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Island Garden City of Samal: My ALS Immersion Experience

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“City of Smiles”, it is my first impression of the word Davao. But I didn’t just smile because inside my heart I shouted for joy and asked if it was really true when I was chosen as one of the delegates from Cavite Province who joined in the flock of CALABARZON’s District ALS Coordinators or known as DALSC’s for the Immersion and Exchange Program held at the panoramic paradise and naturally gifted tourist destination Island Garden City of Samal, a component city of Davao del Norte.
It was my second visit to Davao and I know that this one is different from the first. At the outset, I assumed that going there was really a laborious task since for me, the word ‘immersion’ connotes engaging in the life of people in a certain place- it is more on empathizing rather than sympathizing in the life of the locals. It is also just like being in the shoes of someone else. Yet, since I am a believer of “when in Rome, do as the Romans do” and an adventurous person as well, I really enjoyed the experiences and learning acquired from our arrival on November 24 and up to our departure from the place last November 29, 2008.
IGACOS houses on the shoreline
We were four participants from the Cavite province. Together with Mrs. Narcisa Bergado of Naic, Mrs. Mercy Janairo of Bacoor and Mrs. Teresita Golosinda my companion from Carmona, I arrived at Ninoy Aquino International Airport an hour earlier from our flight schedule. We met there our delegation’s chaperon Mr. Benito Picones from Rizal Province. Our airplane, Philippine Airlines left at 10:25 am and arrived at Davao International Airport on a balmy and foggy 12:25 afternoon.
My two companions from Cavite during the immersion. Mam Narcisa (Extreme left) and Mam Mercy ( center)
Maayong Pag-abot sa Davao!

Region XI officials fetch us from the airport and sent us to their DepEd regional office for our traveling and other incidental expenses allowances. They gave us P10,000 each and promised to give the other 5,000 pesos the next day upon the completion of the required documents for itinerary of travel.
After that, without taking our lunch, we traveled the whole afternoon riding in a bus which being water-transported through a ro-ro boat from Davao City Seaport to IGACOS port. From there, the bus traversed less than an hour upon reaching a small elementary school. We were suffering total hunger at that time since it was already 2:00 in the afternoon. The teachers, since they don’t have prepared food for us, told us to have our lunch in a nearby cafeteria.
Facade of the DepEd regional office
The Davao horizon
The century old tree in the school that accommodated us.
After eating our lunch, we made our courtesy call to the office of the city Mayor Aniano P. Antalan. We had some conversations and souvenir pictures taken with him. We went back to the school and from that school we rode once again in an old PUJ, which they said a service vehicle of employees working in the city government office. The road was rough and wet and some of my companions fussed that the travel was long while others were worried because it’s already twilight but we were not yet arriving at our unknown destination. The view of the surroundings we passed-by were full of enormous plants and various tall trees and the most troubling according to them was that houses were less in the place. I stayed calm and enjoyed what the view offered to us.

With the jolly Mayor Aniano P. Antalan
Balay-Panggamhanan, the city office of IGACOS
Long shot of the city office of IGACOS
The concrete road near their port
At last, we arrived Baranggay Kaputian, where we were accommodated in a simple government-owned beach resort. Each group chosen hurriedly the cottage which was suited to them. Upon fixing our personal belongings and taking a short rest, the local DALS C’s and ALS IM’s prepared for us simple dinner and a short program where the kind barangay captain and the jolly vice mayor of the city shared their time to welcome us. After that, we held our meeting with our chaperon and he grouped us into two. It was decided that the first group will do the advocacy, social mobilization and literacy mapping at Sta. Cruz, Talicud Island and the second group will go to Barangay Libertad in Kaputian. I was lucky because my name was read to be in the first group. I ardently wanted to swim that night but because I was dead-beaten already, I preferred to sleep after that in preparation for the next day activities.

The barangay captain welcoming us during the welcome dinner.
With the affable vice mayor
Participants filling up forms for the allowance liquidation
Second Day Saga

I woke up at 5: 00 o'clock in the morning with my three companions already awaken and I decided after gargling my mouth to splash on a cold and very salty water of the beach. Later on, while in the water, I felt some skin irritations which Dante, the local IM, told me were caused by small jellyfish or locally known as “dikya”. I was a little downcast but he said I have to ignore them. I did but the itchiness continued so after a while, even though I really liked to soak myself in the water, I decided to disengage and took a bath with the freshwater.
Enjoying the morning water
The label of their souvenir shop.
Seven o’clock in the morning was our call-time for breakfast and after an hour will be the time to go to our own group’s assigned destination. I was excited with the fact that we were riding on a big banca. But some DALSC’s in my group were nervous and worried. Passing the crystal blue water was amazing. The morning air was cold and refreshing. The boat ran mildly on the placid sea water below. After less than half an hour of sailing on the 3-km seawater, we arrived at a small port of Brgy. Sta Cruz in Talicud Island, one of IGACOS’ nine islets.

More forms to be accomplished

Lola Metring is a resident of our island destination
Water is placid just like my pacified feelings.

The wharf of our destination
A group of men, each with a motorcycle they called “habal-habal” were waiting for us. They took us by twos and transported us on a stiff and curvy road going up to a small barangay hall of Sta. Cruz. A lady barangay kagawad welcomed us and briefed us about some information of the barangay. While having the conversation, the rain fell which delayed our task that day. When the rain stopped after 20 minutes, we decided to proceed and trekked the 2 km soft, wet and slimy walkway going down to our main target- a group of houses lined along the western portion of the shore. I can’t feel the complexity of our job that time because the view way down the slope was worth rewarding- a tranquil blue sea lying below the serene morning sun. Once again, our leader directed us to find a partner and to start our routine that day.






Juliet Labita of Tayabas, Quezon and I went together and started mapping the locality. We were able to interview a mother with seven children whose two daughters were not attending formal secondary school. Almost all of our interviewees have members in their family who are not attending formal education. We found out that it was because of financial constraints and some of them preferred to really get employed so to help their parents meet both ends of their day to day life existence. Talking with them was both wonderful and touching. Amidst the poverty that they are suffering, you can still read the happiness which are radiating from their faces. Surely they are arduously hoping and praying for a cozier life but they are satisfied of what nature can offer to them. They never asked for more of what they purely needed- and that is food for survival.












                                         




My first half of the day ended with a heavy heart upon hearing the people’s little life stories and personal wisdom. Me and my partner journeyed back to the boat were our companions already waiting for us to have our lunch. After having our lunch we proceeded back to the resort where we slept the first night. Our leader told us to take some rests and then prepare ourselves for the transfer to Philippine Human Resources Development Center (PHRDC), an establishment owned by the government. We would stay there for two nights.

We took at least two hours before arriving at PHRDC. It is an old convent type hostel built on a rocky shore. Small sea ports were built along the shore for embarking of goods from small water type transports and fishermen’s vessels. Each one hurriedly chosen his comfortable bed to rest and waited for the dinner to be served. After having our dinner and completing the data in our itinerary of travel, officials from Bureau of Alternative Learning System (BALS) came and distributed our 5,000 pesos allowances they promised to give us during our visit to Region XI DepED Office. Confusions arise when they deducted some amount ranging from P300 to P2000 after their recomputation of the amount we have written in our itinerary of travel. Unfortunately, some of us were not able to get the amount because they were hurrying for the last trip of the boat going back to Davao City proper. They again promised us to give the amount the next day.



Travels and Travails

I woke up at 6:30 AM and went to the veranda of the PHRDC. The stern rays of the sun in the east greeted me. I saw some of my companions already having fun in the beach. I grabbed my digital camera and went to them for some souvenir photos. I refused to take a bath since my cough continued to worsen. I went back to the dormitory to eat my breakfast and prepared myself for our next activities which were literacy mapping, FLT, and demonstration teaching to the out-of-school youth learners in Brgy. Guilon for Group I and Brgy. Babak in Mambago for Group II.
After traveling for 30 minutes we came to the place and the barangay captain greeted us. He accommodated our group in his simple barangay hall and gave us the facts and data of his barangay. We found out that out-of-school youth in Brgy. Guilon exceeds the number of youth enrolled in school. That is why ALS A & E Tests were widely activated and given ample recognition by his constituents.
After the short briefings with the baranggay captain, our group leader divided all the members. Some proceeded to do the literacy mapping, others (including myself) prepared the instructional materials for the demonstration teaching, while the rest did the advocacy and social mobilization.
While I was drawing the presentation for my demonstration teaching, the IGACOS Division ALS Coordinator came and informed us that the four of us who are from Cavite were not able to receive the P5,000 because we did not present our official receipt from our air carrier, Philippine Airlines. I tried to call up our Division ALS Supervisor who was in Cavite that time for some help but I cannot reached her because our location that time has no cell phone signal. I ask the local Division ALS Coordinator to help us and relayed our plea to the BALS official to give us the amount since we really paid for our airfare but we erroneously left the official receipts to our Division ALS Supervisor. We promised that we will give those things to the BALS National Office in Pasig City right after we get back to Cavite, but to no avail, nothing happened.
I was not affected by that, but I pitied my other companions who went there without extra money meant for other incidental expenditures in the place. I tried to forget the drawback which came that moment and composed myself to do with excellence the assigned task to me- the demonstration teaching.
We went back to PHRDC at 6:15 pm.







Re-exploring the Smile

The day was a lazy one for me. I knew that would be my last day in the place because we will be transferred to Davao City later on. So I woke up and took my breakfast quiet late. Some participants were excited to the fact that the day will be full of fun and shoppings too. I just let myself go with the flow, since I was not too excited anymore to roam around the busy City of Smile since I visited and wandered around it already three years ago. The bus took us again to the barge where we transferred into another big and rotten bus which carried us to the hotel which is managed by Department of Environment and Natural Resources employees along Oyangureng Avenue, Davao City.
The local ALS Instructional Managers (IM’s) did not leave us but also served us as tour guides around the city. They took us to the Gaisano Mall where we had our lunch. Then after that, we proceeded to Alduvinco Pasalubong Center to buy souvenir items to be given to our co-workers, families and loved-ones way back home. Then we proceeded to SM Davao where we have taken our dinner. After that, we went back to our hotel with smile in our lips. We spent our last night there.











Soloista

We woke-up a little late to recharge the energy we lost during the previous days. My companions suggested to go back to Alduvinco to buy more pasalubong they forgotten to have yesterday. So we went there the second time. After buying all the remaining items in our list, they decided to go back to the hotel because they said they were already exhausted. But I said since I was already in Davao, I want to revisit some of the tourist destinations around the city. They really wanted to rest so I bid goodbye to them and I traveled alone.


I asked some folks where I can find the People’s Park. They told me that the place is a distance walk from Alduvinco but I decided to pick up a taxi because I know that what the people in the provinces called “near” is actually far in reality. I was in a hurry that time since I promised my companions to be in our hotel before the clock ticked at 12:00 noon. The park was still closed but when I approached the guard and he found out that I was from Manila, he said that the park is open for tourists like me anytime. I smiled at him as a sign of gratitude. He gave me a sheet of paper which he said I can accomplish after roaming inside the park. I enjoyed wandering around the park because of the colorful giant stone sculptures in every corner of the place. There were many high school students in pink and blue PE uniform who were holding their field trip in the place. They were friendly and even conversed with me and asked for my email address and cell phone number. We even had a picture taken as my souvenir. After less than an hour, I decided to leave and went to another place. I accomplished first the survey form the guard has given to me and handed the paper to him. I thanked him and went out of the park.





I picked up another taxi and asked the driver to bring me to Crocodile Farm. The farm was still there with lots of carnivorous reptiles. The place is stingy yet amazing because it does not only have crocodiles but with other animals as well like birds, mammals like monkeys and tamaraws and reptilian snakes too.






After having some photos of the animals, I opted to get back to our hotel. I arrived and saw my companions very busy packing their suitcases full of pasalubong. I did the same and rested for some hours before boarding a taxi which sent us back to Davao International Airport.



These mixed-experiences I gained from this Immersion and Exchange Program for DALSC’s will truly leave an indelible mark in my memory. Not to forget the place of Davao which is truly a City of Smile literally and allegorically. I know I will go back to her once more.


At the airport where we met the ballad singer, Jose Mari Chan, also returning to Manila from Davao.

The four DALC's participants from Cavite province: (from left) Mrs. Mercy Janairo of Bacoor, Me, Mrs. Narcisa Bergado of Naic and Mrs. Teresita Golosinda.