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Rabu, 25 Januari 2012

Portfolio of The Silver Flute:),,

The Silver Flute
Summary
The Story of Chicken Soup for the Soul Thanks Dad with the tittle The Silver Flute tells about one  mother that had to remember her life story when she was a young girl fourty years ago. She was a young girl of four brothers and sisters in her family, she was the shy and quite one, always willing to stay in the background in a family of six. Her parents did the best they could provide for the needs of their children, even so, she felt that something was missing from her life, and she didn’t know what it was. She was always a good student and played the piano for the choir, but at fifteen, she was insecure and longed to feel a part of something. One day, when she was wandering around in her unsettled life feeling burdened and out of sort, and couldn’t play the piano like usually, even she had to try, her dad was coming to her and asked her what happened to her, so she answered that she didn’t know. Finally, when she said that it might help if she could play in the band like her brother, David, because she wanted to do anything, not just play the piano, her dad said, “okay, we will get you an instrument. Which one would you like to play?” and she answered, “the flute”. So, they went to the music store, and bought one flute that she wanted. Her heart was spilling over with joy, not only about the new flute but she knew that her dad loved her, and she thought that the worth of that love meant more to her that day than all the instruments in the store put together, and she thanksed to her dad for knowing her heart and for being so willing to do what he could help her that day.

Reflection
            The story is so simple, but we can find one thing that important to do in our life, that is to be a good understanding person, even someone doesn’t tell us more about something. We can be a close person for someone that needs our help, but can’t tell something more. We can be a close person first for someone that can’t near with us in beginning. The story teaches us to be a good understanding person for someone or something, and it can be real if we don’t only understand but also can do something for them. Like her dad that can understand her problem, before she tells something more about her feeling, wants to ask her before she says about something, and can do something important for her that can solve her problem. There’s an important thing that we can do in our life, to be a good understanding person that can do something for someone. Even it is not a big thing, but the most thing important is we can do something. Like with our family, our sisters and brothers, our friends and for everyone in around us, if we can understand them well, we can be closer to them, know what to do, and we can do something important that we can do for them. Life can be more settle and peaceful.                                             

Portfolio of Why We Teach - Falling Down


Falling Down
Summary
The story of Chicken Soup for the Soul Teacher Tales with tittle Falling Down tells about one person that helped one teenage girl that wanted to die. The teenage girl was standing on the top of a fire escape rail, dangling her body over the rusty rail and would probably jump. The person that wanted to help the teenage girl is a person that was studying to become a teacher in a college and also an NYC police sergeant. He tried to persuade the teenage girl not to jump, but the teenage girl kept doing it. With the hard work and help from his partner, he could help the teenage girl that jumped and the girl was taken to a local hospital. A few weeks later, he saw the teenage girl hanging out on a street corner, laughing and listening to music with her friends. Sometimes he sees the teenage girl face in the faces of his students that he teach. He got his wish to teach and mentor troubled teenagers. His students suffer from depression, anxiety, bipolar disorder and psychosis. Some are lonely, some are sad, some are angry, and some are frightened. But he think that all risk were falling down unless we are there to catch them.

Reflection
        I think this story is so simple but have a deep sense. We learn about how to become a real teacher that can help everyone that need our help in every where and everytime we can. We must do something real, not only study and talk about material from book. I like this story very much, because I find some words that I think they are important for all people that want to become a teacher, that are, The best teachers teach from the heart, not from the book, and My students suffer from depression, anxiety, bipolar disorder and psychosis. Some are lonely, some are sad, some are angry, and some are frightened. But all risk falling down unless we are there to catch them. I think we all that want to become a teacher must remember and understand this word before we are going to  become a real great teacher.

Why We Teach - Falling Down


Why We Teach
Man’s mind, once stretched by a new idea,
never regains its original dimensions.
~Oliver Wendell Holmes
Falling Down
The best teachers teach from the heart, not from the book.
~Author Unknown
Spanish Harlem is full of life on summer nights, but this young lady wanted to die. The crowd of onlookers pointed fingers at a teenage girl standing atop a fire escape rail, dangling her body over the rusty rail and throwing pieces of jewelry to the street below.
An elderly man told me that she was loco and would probably jump. He shrugged his shoulders and walked away. I raced up the wooden stairs of the old tenement building, hoping to quickly locate the window leading to the distraught teenager. I found the open window on the fifth floor.
I poked my head outside the window and pleaded with the girl not to jump. A mouthful of clichés was all I could offer. “You’re too young to die. You’re too beautiful. You have family and friends that love you.”
My words only contributed to her death wish—she released one hand from the railing. I did not want to be the last face she saw before jumping off the fire escape. And I did not want to see the look on her face as she went free-falling to a dirty New York City street.
“I’m sick of all this shit and just want to fuckin’ die!” she screamed at me. She tore away a pair of earrings and threw them at the growing crowd of spectators.
I was tired and unsure. My morning was spent in a college classroom, far removed from this urban drama. I was studying to become a teacher and learning about Howard Gardner’s theory of multiple intelligences. Now I was dressed in the uniform of an NYC police sergeant trying to persuade a teenager that her life was worth living. My powers of persuasion were having the same effect as Superman wearing a suit of kryptonite.
I squeezed through the small window and stood within a few feet of the jumper. “Don’t get any closer,” she said. Suddenly my clichés did not sound like trite words.
“I’m not going to get any closer to you….”
She jumped.
Call it luck or fate or divine intervention but I managed to grab hold of one of her arms as she leapt from her wrought iron perch. Her weight quickly pulled the top half of my body over the railing and I could feel my feet lifting off the grated floor. Lord, give me strength echoed through my mind. My partner reached out from inside the room and he grabbed the back of my belt. I could feel her arm slipping away from my hold and told him to run downstairs; he needed to be on the fire escape directly below us. Soon he was staring up at us, trying to grab hold of a pair of swinging legs.
I was attending college because I wanted to become a teacher and work with troubled teenagers, the types of young people roaming our streets like so many broken toys. I wanted to save souls and was now losing a life.
Lord, please give me strength; I need only a few more minutes of strength.
My partner managed to take hold of the girl’s legs, relieving some of the stress on my back and arms. I quickly tucked my hands under her armpits and pulled her up. We each sat huffing and puffing on the old fire escape.
A few stories have fairy tale endings, but most just end. The suicidal teenager was taken to a local hospital and I returned to patrol the streets of Spanish Harlem. A few weeks later I saw her hanging out on a street corner, laughing and listening to music with friends.
I sometimes see her face in the faces of the students that I teach today. I got my wish to teach and mentor troubled teenagers. My students suffer from depression, anxiety, bipolar disorder and psychosis. Some are lonely, some are sad, some are angry, and some are frightened. But all risk falling down unless we are there to catch them.
~Anthony J. Mullen
2009 National Teacher of the Year
2009 Connecticut State Teacher of the Year
Special Education teacher, grades 9-12

http:/www.amazon.com/Chicken-Soup-Soul-Inpirational-Appreciative

Portfolio of When Angel Sing:)

When Angel Sing
Summary
The Story of Chiken Soup For The Soul Christmas Magic with the tittle When Angel Sing tells about a mother who has three daughters that want to perfom in chirstmas program. Her oldest daughter already move away from home, so she only has three daughters at home,there are the second daughter Monica, her middle daughter’s best friend Corina and her youngest daughter Charlotte. Her youngest daughter tells her that she would sing ‘Silent Night’ in chrismast program with solo. The Mother is so puzzled to hear that, because even she knows that her youngest daughter  loved to sing so much but she also knows that her youngest daughter has been partially tone deaf since she first opened her mouth. The mother fully expected that her youngest daughter musical ear can reach a level very close to normal as her youngest grew older, but she didn’t think that her youngest daughter would improve enough yet to sing a solo. Finally she got that Monica and Corina also took part in a christmas program on the same night as Charlotte. Corina sang a solo well and Monica played the piano. In the beginning, the mother got confused that how she was to be in two places at one time, but finally she found that the older girls would be performing an hour later than the younger, so she can try for both. But something happened, that is when her youngest daughter stood facing her in the auditorium five minutes after she has dropped her backstage. Her youngest little eyes glisten with unshed tears and the mouth quiver so violently Charlotte couldn’t speak. And than, after the mother asked her youngest daughter what was happening, finally the mother got the answer from Charlotte’s teacher that Charlotte isn’t pick to sing with the choir for christmas program and the teacher so confused because she did’t know somehow Charlotte get the idea for her self to sing a solo. The teacher was afraid there is no part cast for Charlotte, she said that she felt just terrible about that. After hear that, the mother get angry but she think that she must concern for her daughter wound heart before she get done with the teacher. Even something happen like that, Charlotte still want to see her sister and Corina perfom. Monica and Corina also invite Charlotte to see them from the backstage and see their friends. After the second act, from the out side of all peoples mind especially the mother, Corina perfom together with Charlotte. Charlotte softly sang ”Silent Night” and Corina’s smooth soprano join Charlotte in just enough volume to cover any mistakes. The combination is ethereal, both sing to a captivat audience. At that time the mother realize there is more to that Chirst-fill moment than we see being perform. Over all the chirtmas is complete and the mother already witness the miracle when angels singing.


Reflection
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I like this story so much. The story is so simple but contains a deep sense. We can learn about differences.  If we believe, work hard, and never give up.
Charlotte believes that she can do a solo in her school Christmas program with ‘Silent Night’. She does a hard work with sing in every time and every where that she want, she doesn’t know that long by long time it make her voice be better than before. She never give up about that, although her teacher said that she didn’t get part for sing with choir especially with solo, that will be more impossibble. But even she is sad about it, she never gives up and makes sure that she can sing well with the bravery to do a perfomance with Corina on the stage in front of all of audience especially her mom, and like what she believes she can do it.
Also with her mother. Even in begining she can’t believe that her daughter can sing solo,  but she tries to believe and she always supports her daughter that her daughter can sing well better than before and finally her daughter can do it well.
And one more thing again, we learn about love. Monica and Corina love Charlotte and they want Charlotte  perfom with them, and finally Charlotte can perfom and sing ‘Silent Night’ well with help from Corina. The word that I like from this story is there was more to this Christ-filled moment than we saw being performed. I can’t explain about the word deeper, but I think the word have a deepest sense.
Something that I don’t like from this story is the teacher. Even she knows that Charlotte can’t sing well, she shouldn’t make Charlotte feel down, but she must support her student, make sure that her student can do it well and give a some way for her student to do something that become their dreams for a long time. For that she must always stay close and teach her student, so the student can do the best. 
In the daily life, we usually see something like this story. Where some persons who have a deficiency become unable to do anything they want. Many people who don’t believe in their ability, belittle, so that people feel inferior and unable to do anything. Like an athlete who wants to be a runner, because it has a lame leg, he can not be run in accordance with her wishes. But when he wants to try and a lot of people nearby who support him, eventually he could still be an athlete, although it uses a wheelchair and doesn’t use his own feet. Many teachers who sometimes don’t believe in the ability of students, so they weren’t offered an opportunity for students to try, but if the parents of these students continue to provide positive support and believe that their children can, the child can do it.Mungkin maksud Anda adalah: Dimana seseo kekurangan 
If I become a teacher, I want to be a nice teacher so that I can learn, teach, support, and motivate my student. So, they always try to never give up even they do something hard or easy. I want to encourage my students to believe in themselves to not only get a way from something or someone, but they can make a way by themselves. I want to teach them to be a person that can learn every where and every time that they want and they can, and don’t think low about something, but they must to try their best, so they can do something better until the best and always happy and thanks to God for it.






When Angel Sing :),,


When Angels Sing
Angels can fly directly into the heart of the matter.
~Author Unknown
Two days before her school program, my youngest announced, “I’m singing ‘Silent Night.’” Having raised two daughters ahead of her, I knew nine-year-olds aren’t particularly great on details. I delved deeper.
“Right now?” I asked.
“Nope, in the play. I’m singing solo,” she proudly proclaimed.
“What is solo?”—doing a vocab check to see if she knew what she was saying. Turns out she did. And that puzzled me. Charlotte loved to sing. She sang in the shower and the car and just about everywhere else. But, my baby had been partially tone deaf since she first opened her mouth. She could carry a tune a bit better now than last year or even the year before. Actually, I fully expected her musical ear to reach a level very close to normalcy as she grew older, but I didn’t think she’d improved enough yet to sing a solo. Not wanting to voice any lack of confidence in her abilities and reminding myself that all things are indeed possible, especially in grade school, I stopped questioning.
•••
Even though our oldest had already moved away from home, I still housed two teenagers. We picked up an extra one along the way. Due
to her family’s sudden and unavoidable job relocation, my middle daughter’s best friend was living with us until the end of the school year. Forty-eight hours after Charlotte’s announcement, the proverbial plot thickened. I temporarily forgot teenagers can be worse than nine-year-olds when it comes to details. Both Monica, my daughter, and Corina, our temporary daughter, admitted that they also were to take part in a Christmas program on the same night as Charlotte. Corina was to sing a solo as well. Monica was to play a piano piece. The new question formed: how was I to be in two places at one time? My break came when I found out the older girls would be performing an hour later than the younger. I could try for both!
•••
Something had gone dreadfully wrong. Charlotte stood facing me in the auditorium five minutes after I had dropped her backstage. Her little eyes glistened with unshed tears and her mouth quivered so violently she couldn’t speak.
“What happened, baby?” I couldn’t imagine.
Just then the teacher approached.
“Mrs. Stiles, there’s been a mistake. Charlotte wasn’t picked to sing with the choir tonight and somehow she’s gotten the idea she is to sing a solo. I’m afraid there is no part cast for her. I feel just terrible about this.”
Looking into my child’s grief-stricken face and feeling a mother’s rage, I thought: You don’t know how terrible you’re about to feel after I get done with you!
“Mama, can we go?” Her little voice finally broke through in utter anguish.
“Of course we can, baby,” I said, tossing the teacher an I’ll-deal-with-you-later look. My first concern now was how to mend my daughter’s wounded heart.
•••
Teenagers may be lousy at time with details, but they tend to pay attention to those who enter and leave their immediate environment. I think that comes from a wariness that they might get caught doing what they ought not to be doing. It took all of three minutes for both girls to figure out that we were in the high school auditorium. I offered to skip the program and take Charlotte for an ice cream, but she wanted to see her sister and Corina perform.
“You guys are here early.” They resembled two parrots. Their heads darted back and forth between Charlotte and me in unison. Perched on the backs of the seats in front of us they waited, clearly expecting an explanation. I quickly and briefly hit the high points, wary of starting a new avalanche of tears. Sincere sympathy splashed up from the countenance of both girls.
“Come with us, Charlotte. You can see backstage and meet our friends.”
The invitation to go hang out with the “cool” kids beat any flavor of ice cream—anywhere. I nodded my blessing and they disappeared.
•••
I completely forgot about picking up a program when I entered the building. I had no way of knowing in what order the girls would be performing. But, after the second act, Corina walked out to center stage. Then, she looked left and held out her hand. Out walked Charlotte. The auditorium fell silent at the sight of a younger child. The music started, Charlotte looked up and at Corina’s nod, my baby began to softly sing “Silent Night.” Corina’s smooth soprano joined her in just enough volume to cover any mistakes. The combination was ethereal. Both sang to a captivated audience. I wasn’t the only one with tears running down my cheeks.
Somewhere during their duet, Monica’s hand slipped into mine and we celebrated the true meaning of Christmas together. All of my previous agitation slipped away as I watched this magnificent moment orchestrated by God.
They simply and silently walked off stage when they were done, receiving a standing ovation as they went. Corina returned alone to do her originally planned solo. It was then I realized there was more to this Christ-filled moment than we saw being performed.
“Monica, why aren’t you backstage?” I whispered.
“Don’t need to be,” she said grinning. “I gave up my piano piece so the squirt could sing.”
How many times had I seen my two girls argue, bicker and fight? Too many to count. I couldn’t recall one time when I’d heard one tell the other “I love you” with any sort of sincerity in their voices. Until now. Not in words, but deed. My Christmas was complete before we ever went to church or opened gifts or shared our family meal. I had already witnessed the miracle of three angels singing.
~Melanie Stiles