Monday, April 22, 2013

Fancy reunions?!? ;) - 4th August 2012, Sibiu, Romania

Some say it's all about the fancy venue...some say it's about the fancy gowns...some appreciate the gourmet menus...some always praise or find fault with the music...and some take advantage to display achievements...some, NOT ALL! I had the pleasure of taking part in my ten year college reunion and I am happy to say it was not fancy! The venue was nice, so were the gowns, menu, music and the achievements....wow...let's just say we made the best of these 10 years that passed in a blink of an eye. Yet...it was not fancy, it was so much more: it was natural. A bunch of girls that hardly knew what the fancy AML GRADUATE stood for 10 years ago proved to be smart enough to find their own way and make it into a world where loving your job has become the attribute of the few. It wasn't easy...we studied modern languages and turned out to be doing just about anything: engineering, architecture, business,cooking, management, traveling, bartending, teaching...you name it, we've been there! 




And although successful, we managed to keep away from the fancy...we stayed natural! That's what i loved about our reunion, my dear colleagues and that's why I'm already looking forward to the next one! To those of you who have already found their way: KEEP ON GOING! To those of you who are successful, but feel there is still something amazing waiting for you: MAKE THE BEST OF EVERY NEW OPPORTUNITY! To those of you who are still looking: NEVER GIVE UP!

 

The 5th season ;)

It's not even May yet and I cannot help thinking it's that time of the year again. Some call it an end, others say it's a new beginning, some look forward to it, others fear it, but no matter the term, when you're a teacher it's all about saying goodbye to yet another generation. 'Good bye'... simply another term, yet I bet 12th graders could easily define it by two different, yet so similar concepts: letting go & holding on. And I tend to agree with them up to a point.

That's because to me, this time of the year is each time different. Let's take the last generation I said good bye to as an example: smart kids, my first CAE generation, my first Public Speaking Club. Our good bye? Tearful event, lots of pictures and heartbreaking speeches...a short story in itself if I were to write about it, but I won't, not today. Today is all about the kids....youngsters graduating in a month! And it's not a story, it's several, it's a list of words...no structure, no particular style, no assessment grid and most importantly, no final mark! Just a list of words!

So here it goes:

1. You say good bye, I say Cluj 2010 - The National Olympics!

2. You say good bye, I say Slobozia 2010 - The County Theatre Festival: Shakespeare, we love!

3. You say good bye, I say The International Public Speaking Competition:  2011, 2012, 2013             ( Constanta, Pitesti, Bucuresti )

4You say good bye, I say Iasi 2011 - The National Olympics!

5.  You say good bye, I say Italy - Calabria April, 2011.

6. You say good bye, I say Eforie, 2011 - Together Against Drug Addiction Camp.

7. You say good bye, I say CAE exam - June 2012 - British Council Romania.

           You say good bye, I say it's about letting go as well as about holding on. And when I say good bye, I think it's not really letting go as you'll carry all these experiences with you for the rest of your lives, while I, as a teacher, shall hold on to doing the same for others. So do your best at keeping the 'fine mingling' between the two and think of it as yet another season of the year and let's all agree on calling it the 5th season, a season of beauty, growing up, making the first important choice in life and doing what you've trained for, all these years: fly! BEST OF LUCK TO YOU ALL: XII D - 2013! :) 


Sunday, April 21, 2013

Simply Andreea :)

My first and only reason to actually believe there is a God and that I could talk to him,
A smile on my face when my soul is torn apart,
 A balm on my heart when doubts and fears break into,
The tune of a  lovely song haunting my head while working on my lessons for the next day,
A reason for us to disagree from time to time,
 A sunshine ray on a rainy day,
 A moment of peace at the end of each day, no matter how difficult,
 A page from a book I am certainly writing,
A part of what I will leave behind,
A love at first sight I have been blessed with,
 A universe.....


Oranges and apricots ...


Let me just get this straight! I was not born an apricot!

Yet when you question my ability to do something right, you turn me into one. Yeah you! Being told what you have to do, what you cannot do or what you should stop dreaming about, is like turning our whole world into a freaking apricot nursery ... Now, don't get me wrong, I have nothing whatsoever against apricots ( nice fruit...sweet flavour ) but I keep telling you I was not born one! Oranges....now...that's a totally different thing cause they're not that fragile, they last longer and they make Xmas...OMG!...what nicer flavour to your Xmas than the smell of a peeled orange? C'mon...even you have to admit that!

Yet you keep on whining about things: '' that's not how you deal with people!/  that's not a well written essay!/  why is my dinner overcooked?/  why can't we just stay at home tomorrow instead of coming to school?/  why do you have to be so damn romantic and not accept life for what it really is?/  why is my mark so small?/  why do I have to write homework?/  you're not a good mother!/  I hate this stupid movie!/   you drink too much!/  did you put on some weight?  how much?/ ...just tell us a sum and we can afford it...everyone can be bought! I'm telling you/ this is not right: pay too much attention to your students' needs and they'll forget to respect you!/  stop playing computer games and start studying!/  you have an exam coming up! why can't you be more serious?'' ... and the list could go on like forever....you complain...and complain and you're always trying to change me...and I keep telling you I was born an orange and your whining turns me into a damn apricot. NO! Wait!.....it's worse than that: I'm a damn apricot juice by the time you finish pointing the finger...

And ... I was born an orange! And ''an orange's happiness does not mean being an apricot''...So why not just be grateful for the people in your lives...just the way they are? You feel like some apricot juice? Go get it from the corner shop! And just leave me be.....what I was born to be!

P.S.:     1. 'you' = everybody
           2. I apologise to apricot  sellers for the possible market fall due to the publishing of this ...writing    piece.
         

... inspired by Catherine Prejlocaj's novel Le Bonheur pour une orange n’est pas d’être un abricot
   
Couverture Le bonheur pour une orange version poche