Wednesday, July 27, 2005

An Educator's Oath

I have always lamented the fact that there is no Hippocratic Oath for the teaching profession. As much impact as teachers and schools have on the lives of children and society at large, few educators are forced to reflect on whether they are actually doing good or, at the very least, doing "no harm."

It looks like, in the near future, I may be called upon to aid in the independent education of a young individual who I've come to know. So that I don't make the same mistakes I've seen many of my teachers make, I have written my own oath to help remind me of my duty and intent.

I have chosen not to call it "A Teacher's Oath" because I don't want to think of myself as a "teacher" per se. The word teacher, to me, carries connotations of authority, management, and being responsible for children. I never want to boss students around, decide what I think is best for them, or dictate whether or not they can perform a basic bodily function, such as going to the restroom. I don't believe in that kind of unchecked power. Consequently, I am using the more general and abstract word "educator."

Here is my oath...


As an educator, I pledge to act as a guide and facilitator to support the learning processes of my students and their growth as individuals. I will apply my knowledge, wisdom, and experience to aid them so that they may ultimately answer their calling and lead happy, healthy, and productive lives.

I shall strive to connect my students with their passions, expose them to the unknown, help them to confront their fears, cultivate their wisdom and understanding, and foster their humanity. I will inspire them, teach them, advise them, and console them, but above all else, I will recognize that the journey is theirs to make their own.

I will continually evaluate my own motives, actions, and their consequences so that I may do no harm, but instead, better the lives of my students and help them to realize the vast potential of their futures. To that end, I will endeavor to temper my ego so that I may be able to distinguish between the needs of my students—what is appropriate for each of them individually—and the manifestations of my own fears and desires. Furthermore, I will not choose to compromise my students for my own administrative efficiency or convenience.

I recognize that education is a process of personal growth that continues on throughout all of one's life. Therefore, I must be willing to learn alongside my students and not forsake my own ongoing education. I will be open to feedback and criticism so that I may continue to grow and expand my own possibilities as an educator.

No matter what difficulties or hardships I may endure as an educator, I pledge to hold true to this oath.

--Andrew Chen

Monday, July 18, 2005

Movin' on up!


Well I'm Movin' on Up!
To the west side!
To a dee-luxe apartment in the sky, I'm movin' on up!
To the peninsula side!
I've finally got a piece of the pie!

(Stolen from the Jeffersons theme song)

That's right, you've guessed it! I am finally moving into my own place!

It is abrupt, I must admit, but when my family moves, we don't fool around. Plus, I'm due for my yearly random action that will keep everyone guessing. =) This timeline should give you a sense of how quickly things fell into place...

Friday: Genesis of the Idea

I don't remember the exact conversation I had with my mom, but here are the conversation fragments that it can be distilled down to:

  • Me: Mom, you can't stay here much longer. We're imposing too much on my friend/housemate/landlord.

  • Mom: I need to stay until I can take the TOEFL.

  • Me: I wish I had my own place so this wouldn't be a problem. Why don't you get a hotel room?

  • Mom: I would rather spend the money on your security deposit instead of on a hotel room.

  • Me: I was planning on finding my own place this year anyway.

  • BOTH: <lightbulb> Oh, we should look for an apartment!



Saturday: Quantum Leap

This is how the day went...

  1. Woke up

  2. Created list of requirements: 1 br/1 ba, close to work, washer & dryer, dishwasher, ok parking, under $1200

  3. Searched Craigslist.org, found 3 leads, left messages with them

  4. Went to lunch

  5. Got call from one of them, setup appointment to meet at 2:30 p.m.

  6. Saw unit: met requirements, nice location, teacher from my school used to live there--everything checks out

  7. Started rental application process

  8. Faxed paycheck stub

  9. Bought a bed

  10. Went to sleep



Sunday: Day of Rest

There was nothing we could do on Sunday, so we took the day off. We had breakfast with Chau and her brother, and then I went to see a movie with Melia. BTW, Wedding Crashers is a riot!


Monday: Time is the Killer!

The property manager said the earliest she could run the credit check was on Monday, so all I could do was wait. I tell you, waiting sucks! Have you ever wanted something so bad, but had to wait and let the situation unfold? Slowly, so slowly... Can't time speed up a notch? What's taking so long? Is something wrong? Have I forgotten to take something into account? Will everything be taken away from me at the last second? AHHH!!!

Finally, she called! Of course, it's anticlimactic; there's no problem. I agree to meet tomorrow, sign the papers, pay the rent, and get the key. <sigh> Ahhh... Oh, wait, I need to get the cashiers' check today if we're meeting at 9 a.m. tomorrow morning! Crap! What time does the bank close? 6 p.m. Go, go, go...

Oh no, who should I make the check out to? Her or the real estate company listed on her card? I think it's to her, but shouldn't it be to the company? I should double check... Why won't she call me back?!?! The bank is closing in 30 minutes! The damn teller is trying to get me to setup a savings account and credit card for overdraft protection. Grrr!!! Let me just put the apt. info on the check just in case. Please don't screw this up, please don't screw this up... Why did I have to get the teller in training? Universe, throw me a freakin' bone! Okay, good, the check looks alright.

I'll just have to cross my fingers and hope that there will be no surprises tomorrow. Okay, off to Target to repurchase more household cleaning goods, yet again.


Tuesday: Epilogue

I met Susan, the property manager, in Burlingame at ~9:30 a.m. and signed the lease. The check was fine, all of the paperwork was completed, and I was given the keys. Rejoice! It's mine at last!

First thing's first: essential utilities. I called up Comcast, the cable company, to setup the Internet service. D'oh! They have to have someone come in and install it for me, so the earliest I can have it will be on Saturday afternoon. =P Don't they realize that people can die without Internet access these days? Next was PG&E for gas and electricity: that was a breeze. Last, was bed delivery: Thursday. Oh well, that's only one day more than I expected.

All in all, things went off without a hitch. Good. Why can't more of my life be this way? At any rate, I think I set a new personal record for getting a new place--5 days total! Wow, I've still got it! ;-)


Here are some pictures:

Apartment: exterior
Apartment: kitchen
Apartment: bathroom
Apartment: bedroom

Thursday, July 07, 2005

Just a memory

I hate it when I bump into something cool and then can't find it again! Even the Internet put up a fight before it yielded the sweet secret of my memory.

This is what I remember: I saw some invention show on the BBC, and one of the segments was about a tactile watch that used a series of raised (and lowered) bumps to represent the time. Binary, octal...? I don't remember.

What was so cool about it was that you could tell the time by just touching it while, say, you were talking to someone. When I searched on Google to find it, I came across other so-called "touch" watches or Braille watches, but all of them used the traditional position of the hour and minute hands to denote the time. This one was a much more efficient and compact way of conveying time because it used a type of binary representation.

Ha! I'm not crazy! After trying countless keyword searches and filtering, I finally thought to use Google Images and found it. (Visual searching is the wave of the future! We can process images faster than text.) Anyway, this is what it looks like:

It was hiding on WorldTempus.com, listed as Secrecy Eye (Touch Watch) under the Special and Erotic Watches / Watches "with tact" sections. Although, the site uses the Google Translation service and is by default in French, so maybe the translation is a bit off. I would say it's more of a sensual watch than erotic. Don't you think? But I guess, whatever trips your trigger, eh?

Now, I just have to figure out how to buy it. Why do they make it so difficult? I have the money; let me spend it! There is a dealer listed in Burlingame, CA, so maybe I'll stop by and see if they can get it for me. Kern Jewelers, 235 Park Road, Burlingame, CA 94010. Wish me luck...