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Use and Misuse / The Use of "Taken Care Of"
« on: April 25, 2020, 08:11:45 AM »
Hi, Joe,

Congratulations on this forum’s more than a decade of existence!

To say the least, I’ll have to say there’s a lot of learning for me and for others who are non-native English speakers. This enlightening forum has been at the “frontline” against the epidemic of English “Use and Misuse”.

After quite a while being away from the forum, I thought I might as well make use of this extended vacation to polish my English.

Phew! 23 pages of Use and Misuse topics and I didn’t find anything on the use of “taken care of” and the phrase’s proper usage. Honestly, I randomly read on topics that I thought might answer my question but may have missed out on those I didn’t (due to sheer laziness).

So, I took the easy way out--ask the expert, post this query and get answers.

I always thought “taken care of” was the correct form and not “taken cared of”, which I feel is wrong and awkward. But I may be wrong.

Which of these two is correct? The serious Covid19 cases were taken care of at the ICU, or, The serious Covid19 cases were taken cared of at the ICU.

Thank you for thoughts.

tonybau

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Your Thoughts Exactly / LOCKDOWN: BEFORE AND AFTER
« on: April 16, 2020, 11:39:57 AM »
Photos I posted on my FB page arose from the ongoing pandemic lockdown boredom that showed beautiful white coffee blooms being pollinated by busy bees flitting from bloom to bloom, followed a few days later by flowers wilting to give way to the baby coffee cherries. Then the bees were gone.

               IMAGE CREDIT: HALATREECOFFEE.COM/BLOG/KONASNOW


It dawned on me that this could very well represent our former and present status, on all levels, in myriad ways—government, health, businesses, personal lives—throughout the planet. Our formerly “busy” existence has slowed down, has been terrifying, is ending or has ended for thousands upon thousands.

While the virus continues to rage, people and their families have adapted, perhaps become closer, prayed more for those infected and deceased frontliners, are hoping even more for a vaccine that is long in coming. The new normal is seeing masks everywhere, social distancing, PPEs in hospitals and triage centers, closed businesses, even long hair. But, life goes on even if on a less intense scale.

The wilted flowers reminded me of the song, “Where Have All The Flowers Gone” sang and recorded by Marlene Dietrich, Joan Baez,  Peter, Paul and Mary among many, many others from different countries. This was an anti-war song and dwelt on soldiers dying, flowers laid on their graves, leaving behind their girl friends or wives. The plaint was on the futility of war, the song ending with “When will they ever learn?”.

Browned flowers fall off and baby coffee cherries sprout forth, depicting the promise of better things to come—a lot like life and our existence. Challenges always come. We are either bowed or die as a result, or grow and be strengthened, looking forward to a better tomorrow—if we ever learn from this event.

Life and coffee. Make it the best.

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Your Thoughts Exactly / Feedback: 2014 Christmas Special
« on: December 02, 2014, 04:39:22 PM »
Hi, Joe!

Thanks for re-posting those special Christmas articles, mine included. :-)

This month marks my retirement from government service. Perhaps it will be a good time to write more actively and post some articles that may cross my mind.

Merry Christmas, many more toasts and lots of gorging on goodies we allow ourselves only during the season!

Tony

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Lounge / A Wheelchair Dancer Lives Up Her Dream
« on: August 21, 2014, 11:46:49 PM »
A Wheelchair Dancer Lives Up Her Dream
By Tonybau

Lin Hsiu Hsia discovered her life and herself in dance. We called her Sophie. She joined us at a lunch stop on our way to Mt. Kinabalu in Borneo. She was of average height for an Asian, be-spectacled, ambled with her crutches, and beamed as she was introduced. She had just planed in from Taiwan.

The polio virus ravaged her when she was a year old, leaving a short leg and a lifetime limp. Depression marked her early years.  “Why me?”, she asked. She underwent leg lengthening surgery but this failed. She became resigned to her crutches. Later, she started using a wheelchair as an alternative.

Once she was exposed to a group of polio victims having fun in wheelchairs. It dawned on her that life was to be lived.  She now asked, “Why not?” and joined the fun. Her attitude towards life shifted from negative to positive as she discovered what she could do with her body even with the deformity. She fell in love with and was transformed by wheelchair dancing and went on to excel in it. She learned to scuba dive and sky dive. She became an inspirational speaker, as well.
MT. KINABALU STOCK PHOTO

She heard of the climb to Mt. Kinabalu, contacted Fat Yap Lam, then President of the Rotary Club of Bukit Bintang, Malaysia, 2012-2013, who spearheaded the project known as Mission 70: Bridging the Divide, a 3-year mentoring project for poor but deserving, and able-bodied Malaysian teens. A classroom in the sky was part of the climb. Sophie was denied several times. The climb was no ordinary climb. She pestered President Yap with emails until he relented. That may have been among the reasons she was beaming when she joined us. None of us had any idea why. I thought she was just happy she caught up with us.

A bus ride from the city of Kota Kinabalu by the sea brought us partly up the Chinese Widow, that formidable mountain of granite whose peak I had taken pictures of from the plane, for an overnight stay at a hotel. The next day was the first part of the climb. From Timpohon gate, the only phase downhill was the first part to Carson Falls about 100 meters away. The rest was uphill to the rest house, Laban Rata, 3,270 meters high and 4-5 hours trekking, depending on one’s condition. Sophie trailed the rest of the team, inching her way up the steep, rocky trail with local guides and new-found friends to assist her. When she entered the inn hours later, tired and hungry, we greeted her with a loud applause. A warm dinner awaited her.

I purposely joined her after supper to get to know her, maybe write a story. The wind howled outside, rain pelted the roof and the windows, the cold seeping in to our bones. It felt like we were in the eye of a storm, up on a mountain.  Singaporean climber, Koo Swee Chow, 2-time Mt. Everest veteran, patiently interpreted for me. I learned of her story. She became an inspiration and a friend.

This climb was a dream she had kept to herself. There was no lack of naysayers—friends, family, fellow wheelchair dancers—but she held on to it.

Early peak day morning was dry, sunny, windy—a stark contrast to the night before. A good omen. Headache and nausea, early signs of mountain sickness, kept breakfast away for many in the team. We started off in single file. Doubts of reaching the peak crept in. Sophie followed on her own when she could, only allowing the porters to help her when she struggled. “If she can do it, I can do it,” I told myself many times. We all struggled with the thinning air.

Periods of rest came more often as we went on. We used these times as photo opportunities up this magnificent mountain.

Ahead of me, several of the kids reached the peak, savoring the moment, preserving it with their phone cams or bulky cameras. I had my moment, too, both in mind and in photos, even as hypoglycemia or low blood sugar reminded me to reach for an energy gel, the only one I had.

Inch by inch, weary from the struggle, Sophie temporarily stopped to sign her name on a climb logbook that served as evidence that one had reached the peak. I grabbed the opportunity to document this achievement and went back up to shoot the moment. She reached the top, 4,095.2 meters above sea level, long after the rest had done so. The scorching sun and cold gusts of wind were relegated to the back burner. Pain, relief, happiness and victory melded into one as Ong Hok Siew, climb leader and 65 times Mt. Kinabalu climb veteran, embraced her, keeping true to his promise that he would see everyone, all 70 plus of us, who would reach the top.

This wheelchair dancer had lived her dream.

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Lounge / On Rachel Louise Carson, pathbreaking environmentalist
« on: May 28, 2014, 12:06:56 AM »
Rachel Louise Carson: An Environmentalist Against the Folly of Humans

May 27, 1907 was Rachel Louise Carson’s birthday. Google honored her today with a doodle. This would have been her 107th birthday. She died in April 14, 1964, a staunch advocate for environmental protection and preservation resulting in worldwide bans of DDT (dichlorodiphenyltrichloroethane)—the first among the synthetic pesticides that has been found to be carcinogenic. There are many more carcinogens. We learned in medical school that we now swim in a sea of carcinogens.

RACHEL CARSON, PATHBREAKING ENVIRONMENTALIST
IN OUR TIME (1907 - 1964)


When I opened Google this morning, I wondered who the doodle was for and then promptly went to the news. I failed to notice that the cartoon was that of a woman and when I logged in again, her name popped out. My brain was slow to recall that the name sounded familiar. I looked at the doodle more closely now and saw the various sea creatures and birds which were part of her domain. I repeated the name again and again until I came to realize that she was the author of Silent Spring which I had read decades ago. The doodle honored an eminent scientist.

That book was an eye opener for me and for many environmentalists. A scientist and an ecologist, she warned that our ecosystem was a fragile one and the indiscriminate use of synthetic chemicals in agriculture, such as pesticides, post-World War II, would have dire consequences in the long term.

As a young medical student, I learned that environmental degradation caused primarily by humans and our wanton misuse of chemicals would eventually affect the ones who were at the top of the food chain—us—because we are a dominant part of the ecosystem where every living thing and the environment where they find themselves in, are intertwined very closely with each other. Of course, Big Pharma went up in protest of her warnings but she stood steadfast in her resolve, to much admiration.

How valid were her concerns?

Today, as a practicing pathologist, almost daily, I sign out cases of cancer from the very young to the very old. But then, I remind myself, that the Cordillera region and other regions as well, use pesticides in practically all farmed areas, save for those who claim to be organic producers whose numbers are not enough to make a significant dent. These range from lung, breast, colo-rectal, prostate, stomach, cervix, uterus, ovaries, etc.

Pollution from various sources, especially smoking and air pollution from vehicles/factories , are among the culprits for the rising incidence of lung cancer in the country. A recent allegedly WHO report cited Baguio City as the most polluted city in the country (denied by WHO country office, according to Mayor Domogan). One does not need to be a smoker to increase risk for lung cancer. Second hand smoke, even third hand smoke, can cause cancer not only in the lungs but other organs, as well. We lost a former city health officer to lung cancer. She never smoked in her life but she was exposed to second hand smoke at home.

An increased public awareness and concern about any lumps of masses discovered in the body that are removed to rule out cancer also contributes to the rising incidence since the tumors are diagnosed earlier. Cancer is a killer and this is a matter of grave concern (no pun intended).

How exposed are we, really?

Everywhere we go, we see farmlands dotted with banners or signboards advertising the fungicide or pesticide used on beautiful, green rice fields. The government has allowed the sale of such chemicals, many of which are banned in other countries that recognize the dangers from their use. Where pest resistance has increased, the danger of crops being wiped out looms large. Farmers don’t want to lose their crops and add a menagerie of pesticides for control. They, too, get over-exposed to the chemicals and get a double whammy—from pesticide spraying, inhaling the chemicals, or contact with the chemicals through the skin. When they eat the rice or produce that they have grown, they get an extra dose from those taken in by the plants and stored in the grain.

At Mt. Kabuyao is located a large catch basin that helps supply needed water during the dry months. This sits below farmed land that liberally uses pesticides and insectides for more bountiful crops. Chicken dung is used everywhere as fertilizer. Guess where the water run off goes when the rains come pouring down? Guess what goes off with the rainwater? Given this scenario, it is not too difficult to imagine or understand that chemicals will find their way into the water supply and into our bodies as we partake of the vegetables grown up there. We should be concerned, shouldn’t we? I suggest a scientific study be made on levels of pesticides in vegetables, the water supply, the local population and correlate this with the rising incidence of various cancers.

Do you ever wonder why it is we are getting lesser and lesser from our rivers and streams that used to harbor dalag (mudfish), hito (catfish) or gurami and other aquatic animals? Do you ever wonder what happened to all those frogs croaking in concert during the rainy season with rice fields serving as nurseries for the hatched tadpoles? As a kid, we used to just dip our hands in the rice field water and easily come up with many tadpoles to play with or keep for a while and watch them as they grew till they started hopping about and gradually lost their tails. We found tadpoles and dalags scurrying away to hide in submerged cans in formerly clean streams that traversed our neighborhood that now are eyesores, testament to the pollution that so-called progress and development and human encroachment has brought along with them. Do you ever wonder if the food you are eating is laced with pesticides and insecticides? All you have to do is turn to the net and try any search engine to look for pesticides and the like.

We dream of a better and safer world but we have become complacent or apathetic creatures partly because we leave everything to the government, hoping they will find solutions that will ensure our safety and health. Another folly, of course, as even government agencies are the reason for the proliferation of various weed killers, pesticides and insecticides that are used in farming.  Today, our country also grows genetically modified plants, including rice. Only a few have risen up against GMOs and found themselves in the front pages of some dailies, some trampling the test beds used by the Department of Agriculture which claims that they are safe to grow and consume.

We are in a denial state and have been for many years. Furthermore, we haven’t exerted due diligence to educate ourselves. We want to have food that is safe to serve to our families. How safe do you think they are? On a scale of 0-10, ten being the safest, what level is “safe” for us? Do we know if what we are eating is genetically modified? For government agencies that claim these foods are safe, how did they come to this conclusion? Was it upon recommendation by the manufacturer or producer, since the government agencies do not have the capability to conduct proper scientific tests or perform them on a regular, sustained basis to monitor long-term effects?

We are the only creatures that have been given the ability to create change for the better, or chaos, which is a more common observation. This folly and all the follies that come after that, will surely do us in, in time. Pretty soon, we will realize that disaster could have been averted if we only took action much, much earlier. By then, the realization would have come too late.

Rachel Louise Carson must be looking down on us, shaking her head at man’s folly.

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Lounge / Cheers!
« on: December 25, 2013, 08:16:56 PM »
Hi, Joe!

T’is the season to be jolly…

How time flies! Before we know it, it will be Christmas 2014.

I dropped by the forum to see that all is well with you and the members and to wish everyone the happiest Christmas ever! Together with this is the wish that we all shall be blessed with good health and abundance in all aspects of our lives.

Cheers!

Tonybau


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Lounge / All That Matters
« on: February 26, 2013, 09:14:12 AM »
All That Matters

“All the world’s a stage and most of us are desperately unrehearsed.” From Joe’s Funny Quotes About Life.

This quote gave me a chuckle this morning and made my day, reminding me of William Shakespeare’s “All the world’s a stage” mentioned in a welcome speech by one of our dear friends, in her birthday celebration where she sang, on stage, “Just One Look” as Norma Desmond in Sunset Boulevard, attired and almost perfectly mimicking Glenn Close in her Broadway performance. That evening’s theme was “West End”. Her dream was to be an opera singer and we connived with her and each other to make it happen. All in all, that night may have been the most memorable stage performance for her. Ever. In her mind, she was in Broadway or the West End.

MEMORIES OF GLENN CLOSE, SHIRLEY BASSEY, AND ELAINE PAGE
IN THEIR STAGE RENDITIONS OF "WITH ONE LOOK"

Our club, the Rotary Club of Baguio Sunrise, has all sorts of actors--except William Shakespeare’s infant, schoolboy and the extremely old. The lover, the soldier, the justice, the old—you can see them all. I belong to the senior group but I still claim to be the preceding three.

These past few days, we have been practicing our dance numbers in preparation for our club’s 10th charter anniversary tomorrow. From an easy, slow-paced, dance-by-the-number thing previously, today will probably see us frantically following our dance instructor’s steps while cadence counting  in our minds in an effort to achieve a reasonable presentation. There won’t be any final rehearsals and the majority of us are “desperately unrehearsed”. That was the reason for the chuckle.

Picture this: senior citizens gyrating to Mardi Gras ala Brazil samba, mumbling the number and steps for each move in unison, thinking there is safety in numbers--each one hoping that the fogging machines will mask the mistakes and our light man will be kind and wise enough to dim the lights when we get too obvious.  Despite the theme, I am quite sure the seniors won’t go skimpily clad.

But, the show must go on and so life must and will, without regard for anyone’s state of preparedness.
We all have our roles to play in various stages of our lives. Importantly, I think the question we should ask ourselves is, “How are we going to play it out?”.  With youthful zest and purpose or with the infirmity depicted by a pantaloon? However unrehearsed we may all be for our own individual plays on this stage, we have the option to choose how we act them out. Personally, I believe the best approach would be to act as if this was your last sterling performance, one that will be remembered for all time--even if only in your mind.

That is all that matters.


tonybau


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You Asked Me This Question / Missing Subject
« on: August 26, 2010, 11:36:55 PM »
Hi, Joe!

Here's something I came across as I was browsing the internet:

"The English version of the sentence from question 13 is missing a subject.

Please correct the following sentence by adding the subject to it."

          "The safest beaches in Mexico, will find here in the Mexican Caribbean."

This English translation of the original Spanish text was done through Google translate.

Part of the hints given:
"1. You cannot change the sentence at all as far as wording or punctuation."
"2. You can only ADD one little word, the subject."


I tried to answer several times. No luck. I tried nouns, pronouns, revised the sentence but this was not allowed. My brain doesn't seem to know that darn little subject that will make the sentence correct. So, I must turn to the expert.  :)

tonybau

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My Media English Watch / SEASON'S GREETINGS!
« on: December 08, 2009, 04:44:47 PM »
Hello, Forum Friends!

The net will surely be congested soon so if you don't mind, let me be the first to greet you all a Merry Christmas and Happy New Year! . No recession is ever going to spoil the season's merriment, no matter how simple. Enjoy every bit of it!

All the best,


tonybau

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Education and Teaching / RECOGNITION FOR EXCELLENCE
« on: November 27, 2009, 11:54:08 AM »
I had the opportunity to be with a panel interviewing candidates for the Group Study Exchange for the Netherlands, a popular Rotary International project sponsored by The Rotary Foundation--a vocational, cultural and fellowship opportunity that will foster peace, goodwill and international understanding-- last November 13, 2009. Among these young professional were three outstanding teachers and a medical doctor.

What struck me about the teachers was that being with the Dep Ed (one transferring from a higher pay position in a private institution in Manila and relocating in Bataan; another a young, energetic principal in Sta. Cruz, Zambales) and its myriad resource problems was not a hindrance to their performance and success as a teacher or an administrator. Creativity and innovation allowed them to go beyond those limitations, utilizing their resourcefulness and involving all the stakeholders in the community. They have touched and changed the lives of their students, their fellow teachers, and gone beyond them into the communities where they serve. Their personal stories are refreshing rays of light in the darkness that is the Dep Ed.

For the lone doctor, who also happens to be a nurse (she took up nursing during the mad diaspora of physicians to get out of the country to look for greener pastures), she abandoned her plans to leave and decided instead to stay in the country where she could serve better as a physician in her own specialty, choosing to serve in government because the poor patients gravitate to government hospitals.

What does this tell me? It's not always the money. It's the satisfaction of being able to render service in the best way one can, challenges notwithstanding. They believe that obstacles can be solved with a little bit more of ingenuity and out-of-the-box thinking.

This kind of thinking by a few will hopefully ripple out to more teachers and students and end up as a tsunami of sizable proportion that will help institute changes in the educational system. I know there are many more out there who have made outstanding contributions to education in their own small ways. Their voices have not been heard nor noticed. They need to be recognized. Recognition of excellence has a way of stimulating the honoree to higher levels, improves self-esteem, affirms one's dedication to only the best, and serves as stimulus for others to strive for excellence, as well.

Our club has been doing that for the last 5 years. We are now into our 6th year honoring outstanding teachers in government high schools and elementary schools in the Baguio Division. To be among Baguio's Exemplary School Teachers (B.E.S.T.) is now a coveted distinction and honor. One of those who topped the high school category, Mr. Warren Ambat of the Baguio City National High School, was nationally honored as one of the Lingkod Bayan awardees about 2 years ago. This has served as a stimulus for change and excellence and has brought Baguio from several rungs below all the way up to 2nd place in overall ranking among Dep Ed schools in the country, according to the Dep Ed division. On another vein, it has also served as a basis for promotion among teachers. Some have become principals as a result.

Agreeing with Florlaca that reforms are much needed in academic research, high quality researches should be major criteria for promotion and recognition, not number of years of service. My little experience with B.E.S.T. has shown the need to upgrade the quality of research studies being performed. So-called researches/theses submitted for masteral or even doctorate levels leave much to be desired and are probably not scrutinized and evaluated very well by "qualified" educators. I fear the evaluators and advisers themselves suffer from the "good enough syndrome" that allows teachers to become "Masters" or "Doctors of Education" without true, rigorous academic research evaluation and quality researches. The enemy of the best is "good enough".

Quality research is done for the value and impact it can have in upgrading education--not as a mere formality in the pursuit of a title. The latter has no place in an environment of true reform. Academic excellence can and will stand on its own and goad others to be the best.

For the Dep Ed, there is nowhere to go but up.
 
tonybau






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Use and Misuse / Comparatives
« on: November 23, 2009, 04:05:50 PM »
Emblazoned on the rears of Victory Liner buses:

    "We move people better...safer."

It probably was decided on because of the two words "better...safer." rhyming (my presumption). I feel "more safely" should have been used.

toonybau

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Your Thoughts Exactly / ENGLISH PROFICIENCY: HOW MUCH OF A PROBLEM IS IT?
« on: October 01, 2009, 12:51:36 AM »
ENGLISH PROFICIENCY: HOW MUCH OF A PROBLEM IS IT?

For many of us, the state of education in a country speaks volumes. Where English is spoken and taught as a second language, fluency is deemed a basic requirement for proper communication and propagation of ideas and connotes success. Does this fluency actually translate to a country's economic success and overall standing in the world of nations?

Back when American influence on teachers was still strong in the 1950s, I recall instances where all of us, pupils then, were required to speak English in English class or be fined five centavos per instance of speaking in Ilocano, a major dialect of northern Philippines. Five centavos then was a hefty sum. Tagalog, now Filipino, was not commonly in use at the time. Each one of us would try to catch anyone who committed the "sin" and report it to a classmate assigned to collect the fines who, in turn, would submit the list of offenders to the teacher. We never asked where those collections went. Teachers were the bosses and their word was law. No one questioned them. They stood on pedestals and we looked up to them with much respect. Teaching was a very respectable profession.

Looking back, I now realize that our teachers in elementary and high school, then spoke or at least taught us proper English and with much enthusiasm. Perhaps my siblings and I had the added advantage of being raised by parents who happened to be teachers. Several of their brothers and sisters were graduates of the Philippine Normal School. Books we used were brought in by the American teachers and ministers--from readers, to hymnals, to almanacs. There were practically no Filipino authors that we knew of. American influence gave us a decided advantage over our Asian neighbors. The country enjoyed a privileged status in the region as a consequence of this.

In Silliman University in Dumaguete city, a school founded by the Americans in 1901, English was the lingua franca on campus and maybe of the country at the time. Our English teachers and those who handled other subjects, spoke English well, taught us well, to say the least, and  I am personally grateful to all of those dedicated teachers who had touched my life and left their lasting legacy.

An instance in medical school showed a glaring example of English deterioration. An instructor, while lecturing, got distracted by some classmates who were giggling. Irate at the distraction, he called their attention and gave a stern admonition, "I don't want to happen it again!" You can imagine how much more eyebrow-raising and giggles ensued after the incident.

For a while, a short teaching stint in two medical schools, one after the other, in the early 80s, further  showed how much English usage had deteriorated. This was where I noticed that our students were severely English-challenged. Grammar was often mangled and students could hardly express themselves or write their ideas down in a manner deserving of a medical professional-to-be. Initially, I exercised diligence in correcting grammatical errors in the hope that they would, at least, learn correct English from me. Soon, I gave up in frustration.

Post-graduate trainees and other medical professionals showed similar problems. I wondered where things were going. If even supposedly well-known lecturers, medical and non-medical, and many other professionals, including teachers and media people, were suffering from the malady, could the students they taught or the people they communicated with, be far behind? I believe that the disease has gone beyond control and has become an epidemic of worrying proportions, a national problem.

Should it be a problem? Many from our neighboring ASEAN countries could hardly speak English and yet, economically, they have surpassed us. Koreans realize this and they send their students over to the Philippines hoping to learn the language, or the kind of English that is being taught over here. Korea's economy is way beyond ours. The same is true with Japan. What this seems to tells us is that good English is not necessary for success or economic upliftment. As long as one can communicate what he or she intends to and is understood, correct English or not, then the job is done. Why worry about English?

Is this where we are going? Is this what we want? How much of a problem or a headache has this become, or should we even consider this a problem? Will our success as a country depend on how we speak English?

Your thoughts, please.

tonybau



















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Education and Teaching / THOUGHTS ON EDUCATION
« on: September 07, 2009, 12:49:52 PM »
Hi, Joe,

This is in response to your request.

Tony

THOUGHTS ON EDUCATION


 This is an excerpt from my blog at Yahoo, which arose from my early morning musing, that I titled "Baguio in the Next Century":

...

"The education system continues to churn out students, majority of whom are products of an environment where teachers are there only to earn their keep. This has given rise to a different culture of indifferent, dog-eat-dog products who compete with each other, instead of cooperating with each other, to survive. The lack of qualified teachers has resulted in the decline of quality education the city was once proud of. Government schools' capacities have gone beyond limits, rejecting prospective students on account of this. Education now ranks a mere number 20 in the government's agenda, preferring to subsidize the military heavily in order to keep itself afloat in these uncertain times."

For some reason, I was forced to get up early to write my thoughts down before they completely left me. Dwelling on the negative scenario first, I thought that the more positive side I envisioned the city to be a centennial later, would be my next blog piece. And then I thought that this excerpt might make an interesting post for Joe Carillo's forum.

Let me be clear from the very beginning. I am not an educator in the strict sense of the word, as in a member of the academe, and so I speak from the standpoint of an ordinary observer on the state of education in a very small part of the country that I happen to be in. Indeed, these are my personal views.

Being a former president of the school PTA last year, I had a brief exposure to problems faced by the educational system at Baguio City National High School, a government-run school. My added exposure to dire conditions in elementary schools that are beneficiaries of our rotary club, the Rotary Club of Baguio Sunrise, has allowed me a microscopic, but perhaps representative state of our country's educational system.

Just four things: First, overcrowding. Second, teacher overload. Third, lack of basic facilities, like clean water, libraries. Fourth, malnutrition.

Overcrowding, to accommodate new enrollees, creates awesome problems for learning and teaching. Attention spans are sure to go awry what with all the distraction created by students and a noisy environment. Have you ever listened to the sounds of a school in recess with kids making do with staircases and corridors to play in or eat, especially where the school sorely lacks a wholesome place for these kids to take their breaks in? The ratio of students to books, also necessarily falls short of ideal in such a situation. Could you ever imagine a government-run school with a teacher-to-student ratio of 1:20 or 1:15 ever happening in the country, or having a 1:1 ratio for all books used?

Where the ratio of students to teachers is 1:50 on the average, not much time probably happens for more effective personalized interaction because of the sheer number of students to take care of. The paperwork, in addition to added responsibilities assigned to school teachers for various school projects and concerns, is enough to overwhelm them. It would be safe to say that most computations for grades are done manually. For those who are computer-literate and who have the facilities, life would be much easier than the rest. This should be an interesting aspect to look into.

Provisions for general cleaning purposes, let alone clean, potable water for students and teachers alike are sorely lacking. In this particular high school that my son goes to, we felt, as doctors, that clean, running water should be available at any time. We donated 2 water tanks for the purpose. We never saw the tanks installed. When the country was faced by an increasing incidence of AH1N1, the Dep Ed suddenly woke up and required that water, whether running or not, should be made available for hand washing. For a set up that provided nothing for water storage (this was left to the creativity of the teachers) this was a big problem.

An interesting feedback from the principal of a school that was a beneficiary of a drinking water project is that she, as well as her teachers, prior to the project, became cranky by about 11 o'clock in the morning, and even crankier after that. Jokingly, I asked if she tried to find out if the ladies were menopausal. When a water distribution system was established in each and every classroom, they realized that they had been drinking only two glasses of water in eight hours. Coffee provided the rest of the fluids.  Now they were drinking more water. The crankiness disappeared. If the teachers were that affected, what more for the growing children of whom some 80 percent brought no water and relied on juice drinks bought in school, or drank from a polluted spring water bubbling through a rip-rapped wall through which a pvc pipe was stuck in? The kids had been doing this for years!

Anyone can imagine how uncomfortable comfort rooms look like in schools with no such provisions. One teacher even suggested that each classroom should have its own. Without water? Forget it.

We have seen how books being distributed by DepEd, as pointed out elsewhere in Joe's forum, have so many errors that are heaped upon our unwary students, as well as our teachers, who should know better than to just dish them out as is. To think that these were supposed to have undergone very close scrutiny for content. As for references, show me a school with a decent enough library that students would flock to in their spare time. It is sad to note that even libraries have been converted to classrooms for lack of space. They lack books to read anyway so why not convert them to classrooms?

On top of the above, malnutrition affects a significant percentage of students, even in the city of Baguio and probably more so in other institutions in the provinces. Supplemental feeding programs in place for lucky schools help mitigate the hunger pangs of students from poor families. This treats the effect, not the cause. Poverty is the cause. This is why many families bring their kids to government-run schools. Education is free. A constantly hungry kid's stomach and brain are, however, detrimental for these kids. They will soon be dropouts.

To claim that to provide education is the only job of schools is naive, to say the least. A lot more concerns continue to crop up that indicate that a total overhaul of the educational system was needed--yesterday. Four major concerns--if we address them, will probably alleviate them and help make for better products. However, let's not overlook the quality of the kind of education that is being inflicted on our population of young minds. But that's another story.

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Use and Misuse / PLURAL OF NOUNS
« on: May 20, 2009, 04:42:07 PM »
Hi,

Which one is correct?

     "The plural of nouns are formed in a number of different ways." or,

     "The plural of nouns is formed in a number of different ways." or, could you say,

     "The plurals of nouns are formed in a number of different ways."

The first is a direct quote from a book entitled Master English Grammar in 28 days.






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