well...well..well...
today i learnt lots of new stuff regarding technology-based things i never knew before. i just found out that the Windows Live Messenger have storage spaces up to 25G!! wow...amazing :) this means that it can functions as my thumbdrive as well :) & all this thanx 2 pn. poziah...
she also provided us with lots of tips that can be useful for our teaching practice soon... for example, she gave us the Madeline Hunter model of lesson plan,which can be assessed through the net. besides that, she showed us how to download things from Youtube, so that we can use it as our Teaching Aids...
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
How i learn english language
I am Siti Fatimah Md Arip, and I was born in the historical city of Malacca on the 19th February about 21 years ago. i am the youngest among 4 siblings. My father, Hj Md Arip was a farmer. He recently left us on 24th October 2009. He suffered from liver cirrhosis for almost two years. It was the biggest lose I ever felt in my life, but I'm glad I still have my mother with me. My mother, Siti Noriah is a housewife. She was the most important person who plays a vital part in my english learning progress.
To be frank, during the earlier stage of my life, English language was something alien to me. This is because my family never use English at home to communicate. The only language I grown up with is Malay language. The first entrance of this language in my life was when I entered the primary school. Coming from Malay-spoken family background, of course I found the English subject was very hard. But I am not bothered at all. My original escaping plan is to ignore this subject and surrender with the fact that I just will never be good in English no matter how hard I tried. So I just sat back and not paying attention during the first English class. At the end of the class, the teacher (can't remember the name) provided us with homework, and I thought, so what? My mom can help me. No need to worry. How wrong I am.
I still remembered this one incident that forces me to pay particular attention on English subject. When I brought home the homework and asked my mom to teach me, her first question to me is "What is the meaning of fill in the blanks?". And I was like, oh my...how am I supposed to know? And i kept quite. She repeated the questions, each times with increased volume, and decreased patience as well. She looked like a lioness ready to strike that I got really scared. My eyes slowly shed tears. It was like being in thye torture chamber. By the time we finished the homework, I vowed never to ask her to teach me again. But of course, I have to. She was always the one who asked wether i have English homework or not. Once, I tried to cheat and said no, but being my mother, she could tell when I lied to her.
To be frank, during the earlier stage of my life, English language was something alien to me. This is because my family never use English at home to communicate. The only language I grown up with is Malay language. The first entrance of this language in my life was when I entered the primary school. Coming from Malay-spoken family background, of course I found the English subject was very hard. But I am not bothered at all. My original escaping plan is to ignore this subject and surrender with the fact that I just will never be good in English no matter how hard I tried. So I just sat back and not paying attention during the first English class. At the end of the class, the teacher (can't remember the name) provided us with homework, and I thought, so what? My mom can help me. No need to worry. How wrong I am.
I still remembered this one incident that forces me to pay particular attention on English subject. When I brought home the homework and asked my mom to teach me, her first question to me is "What is the meaning of fill in the blanks?". And I was like, oh my...how am I supposed to know? And i kept quite. She repeated the questions, each times with increased volume, and decreased patience as well. She looked like a lioness ready to strike that I got really scared. My eyes slowly shed tears. It was like being in thye torture chamber. By the time we finished the homework, I vowed never to ask her to teach me again. But of course, I have to. She was always the one who asked wether i have English homework or not. Once, I tried to cheat and said no, but being my mother, she could tell when I lied to her.
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