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  • Prestasi Cemerlang Aisyah Nurul Izza Menjalani PSLE

    Prestasi Cemerlang Aisyah Nurul Izza Menjalani PSLE

    SEDANG murid darjah enam lain bersuka ria selepas Peperiksaan Tamat Sekolah Rendah (PSLE) September lalu, Aisyah Nurul Izza dan rakan-rakannya di Madrasah Al-Irsyad Al-Islamiah kembali menelaah pelajaran ukhrawi yang mereka ketepikan buat sementara.

    Ini kerana sebulan selepas PSLE, mereka perlu menduduki Peperiksaan Penyaluran Pengajian Islam (ISPE) merangkumi lima mata pelajaran iaitu Bahasa Arab; Bacaan dan Pengajian Quran; Sirah dan Hadis; Akidah, Fiqah dan Akhlak; serta Pengajian Sosial Islam.

    Anak sulung pasangan jurutera dan suri rumah dari Indonesia itu jatuh sakit semasa ISPE. Namun, murid warga Indonesia itu tetap cemerlang dalam kedua-dua peperiksaan.

    Aisyah mendapat agregat 269 dalam PSLE dengan kelulusan gred A* dalam keempat-empat mata pelajaran, dan gred keseluruhan A* dalam ISPE.

    Dia menjadi murid madrasah terbaik tahun ini dan yang terbaik sejak pelajar madrasah diwajibkan mengambil PSLE pada 2008.

    Aisyah juga muncul sebagai antara 10 murid terbaik dalam ISPE tahun ini. Peperiksaan itu hanya diduduki murid Madrasah Al-Irsyad, satu-satunya madrasah di bawah Sistem Madrasah Bersama (JMS) yang menawarkan pendidikan rendah.

    Ditemui selepas menerima keputusan semalam, Aisyah, 12 tahun, berkata dia bukan jenis yang belajar berbulan-bulan sebelum peperiksaan.

    “Saya seperti kebanyakan pelajar, belajar pada saat akhir sebelum peperiksaan. Namun, saya memastikan saya memberi perhatian penuh di dalam kelas dan membuat tugasan yang diberi guru dengan teliti dan bersungguh-sungguh,” kata anggota jawatankuasa eksekutif pemimpin pelajar Madrasah Al-Irsyad itu.

    Dengan keputusan itu, Aisyah boleh melanjutkan pendidikan ukhrawi peringkat menengah di bawah JMS di Madrasah Aljunied atau pendidikan sekular di Madrasah Al-Arabiah.

    Dia juga boleh memohon melanjutkan pelajaran di sekolah menengah nasional termasuk sekolah perdana seperti Sekolah Perempuan Raffles (RGS).

    Aisyah belum membuat keputusan sama ada ingin meneruskan pelajaran di madrasah atau sekolah menengah nasional tetapi berhasrat menceburi aliran sekular kerana meminati kimia dan matematik.

    Seorang lagi murid madrasah cemerlang ialah Siti Nur Sarah Ashri, dari Madrasah Al-Maarif, yang mendapat agregat 242 mata.

    Dia meraih gred ‘A*’ bagi Bahasa Melayu, ‘A’ bagi Bahasa Inggeris, dan ‘B’ bagi Matematik serta Sains.

    Seorang murid Madrasah Wak Tanjong, Asiyah Begam Yusuff, dan Madrasah Al-Irsyad, Syarif Rahman Roslan, pula mendapat agregat 232, dengan kelulusan gred ‘A’ dalam keempat- empat mata pelajaran.

    “Anak-anak ini selama enam tahun, kami telah terapkan strategi yang sangat menyeluruh. Sokongan ibu ayah pun memainkan peranan yang amat penting. Semuanya akhirnya membuahkan hasil yang sangat menyenangkan hati.”

    – Pengetua Madrasah Al-Irsyad, Encik Nor Isham Sanif, mengenai pencapaian pelajar Madrasah Al-Irsyad.

     

    Source:http://beritaharian.sg

  • 4 Ways Students React To Their Poor PSLE Results

    4 Ways Students React To Their Poor PSLE Results

    1) Shocked “AIYO”

    Aiyo! That Alvin never study get 3 As, I do 20 years worth of PSLE practice papers never even get 1 A…

    2) Facepalm

    Siao liao… Go back confirm kena from my father… I think I should just go apply to work at Macs sua…

    3) Cry Baby

    My results is like shit… How am I gonna go to same school with bae? OMG bae is gonna find a new girl who is smarter than me, prettier than me. NOOOOOOOOO….

    4) Screw This Shit

    Gather one group of friends who did like shit and burn the PSLE result slips together. BURN BITCH BURN!!!!!!!

     

    Source: http://beta.sgag.sg

  • SDP Questions The Singapore Education System

    SDP Questions The Singapore Education System

    As this article is published, thousands of pupils would have gone back to school to collect their PSLE results. Some students will celebrate; others will be in tears, crushed in spirit.

    What sort of system inflicts such travesty on 12-year-olds? What sort of education do we have that treats academic performance like a trophy sport: Glory in victory and agony in defeat?

    What values are we imparting to young minds? What happens to the self-esteem and the sense of self-worth when he or she discovers that she is only a ‘Normal’ or ‘Technical’ student?

    And then they can streamed to ‘elite’ or ‘neighbourhood’ schools. The really ‘smart’ ones, who are usually also the richer ones, get extra help in independent schools and gifted programmes.

    A radio DJ yesterday had to sound this caution to pupils: “Whatever score you get, your parents love you.” What kind of society have we built where our children have to be reminded that their score in one exam does not mean that their parents hate them?

    If they don’t do well who have they let down? Themselves? Their parents? The Government?

    This subject is not just a theoretical one, good only for an academic discussion. It affects real lives:

    • 22% of Singaporean children between 6-12 yrs thought of killing themselves. (ST, Jan 2014) Sadly, many actually carry out the act.
    • The no. of children warded for “aggressive, suicidal or hallucination tendencies” at IMH jumped by 35% between 2005-2010. Mental health professionals attribute these problems to academic stress. (CNA, 2 Feb 2013)
    • One in three students say they sometimes think that life is not worth living because of the fear of exams. (FEER, August 2001)

    We must stop doing this to our children. It is not good for them, it is not good for parents, and it is not good for the future of our country. In its place, we must device a system when we educate our children to be creative, compassionate and intelligent members of society with self-confidence and a strong sense of self-worth.

    There are a few ways that we can do this and they are spelt out under the SDP education policy titled Educating For Creativity and Equality:

    1. Remove PSLE. As pointed out, the stress of exams inflict horrific psychological trauma on our children. What’s more, it is not an intelligent approach to assess the abilities of primary-school students on a single exam.

    2. Cultivate creative minds. Build confidence in children by helping them adopt an attitude of independent thinking, willingness to make mistakes, and persevere in the face of failed attempts.

    3. Reduce syllabus, broaden curriculum. The syllabi for existing subjects will be reduced while subjects such as music appreciation, speech and drama, literature, etc. as well as periods for students to collaborate and interact to develop creativity will be introduced to provide a well-rounded curriculum.

    4. Reduce class size. The SDP will reduce class size in our schools to 20 pupils/class from the current 40 to provide students the individual attention they need to succeed.

    5. Scrap school and class ranking. Comparing exam results and ranking students and classes will detract from the real purpose of education which is self-improvement and self-actualisation.

    To read the full paper with other proposals, click here.

     

    Source: http://yoursdp.org

  • Being a Singaporean Is NOT Easy!

    Being a Singaporean Is NOT Easy!

    It ain’t easy being Singaporean.

    Your life is run by a series of acronyms like ERP, COE, CPF, PSLE, NS, PMS; you have to endure the relentless tropical heat; you have nothing to read butThe Straits Times; your national culture consists of shopping and whining (I’m nothing if not patriotic); and it’s still considered a crime to strangle Gurmit Singh. You get called names like ‘little red dot’, ‘useless piece of snot’ and even Jacky Chan craps all over you. Let’s face it, when a man who made his living jumping around like a monkey says you have “no self-respect”, well, it ain’t been a good week.

    But still, you try. The great Romantic poet John Keats once wrote:

    It matters not what the crowd bays

    Or what the angry gods may say

    For all that matters is the heart

    And the values you cling hard

    What beautiful lines. It means that regardless of what people may say or think about you, what matters is what you believe in. Words deserving of colourful embroidery indeed. Ok, I completely made the lines up. Keats never said that. I could have looked him up but I really can’t be bothered. Laziness is one of my many charms. But don’t let that take anything from the message. It’s still pertinent.

    And so I try, as a citizen, to narrow the gulf between our national values and what we do as a country. After all, if morality means practicing what you preach, then being a great country means practicing what you teach. Under George Bush, America tore up their Constitution, practiced torture, invaded the wrong country and became the pariah of the international community. Under Barack Obama, America is heeding the call of its ideals and founding principles and, in the process, is becoming great again.

    I think a little red dot can be great too. I think greatness is not limited to the measure of size and might, but the loftiness of one’s ideals and one’s faithfulness to them. By this definition, Singapore can be great.

    And so I turn my eyes towards our ‘Shared values’. Phrases like “Nation before community and society above self” ring so sweet. They stir up a sense of pride deep inside. They make me want to do something. Oh shut up, it’s true. They really do make me want to give of myself.

    But then I see our ministers’ legendary salaries and their need to “facilitate the recruitment and retention of the quality of talent we need for the government and public sector.” My enthusiasm becomes more flaccid than an 80 year old man in a cold shower.

    What about Shared value #3 -“Community support and respect for the individual”? Pretty uncontroversial, we can’t go wrong here. 377A, AWARE new exco, Thio Su Mien – enuff said.

    What about Asian values and Confucian ethics ? I think to myself, well, perhaps cynicism aside, the clarion call to be moral, ethical and righteous, regardless of their political intent, is worth heeding. My cynicism is about to slip away when I also recall our on-going manufacture of landmines, their sale to war-torn countries, our economic dealings with the Myanmar junta, our medical offerings to Robert Mugabe, and most recently, our welcome of North Korean President Kim Yong Nam. Ah well, you know what they say, we’re just a little red dot and must look out for our national interests.

    Pragmatism is a wonderful device. It allows you to do anything you want, however you want, and then blame it on reality. It’s an excuse for abandoning higher morals and ethics without looking like a dick. It makes you a man because you’re seen to be ‘realistic’ and ‘grounded’. It’s the ultimate backstage pass, allowing you to bypass everyone to get straight to the goodies. And being pragmatic also means that you have to pretend to have values, whether shared or of the Asian variety because there are idealistic saps out there who, believe it or not, romanticise principles. It’s just pragmatic to be an ethical Confucianist.

    It’s hard being Singaporean. It’s damn hard. Screw it. I’m going shopping.

     

    Article first appeared on groundnotes.wordpress.com

    Source: www.allsingaporestuff.com

     

     

  • Parents Should Often Listen and Communicate With Their Children

    ian Johari monteiro
    Ian Johari Monteiro

    My mind is buzzing at the moment … I just had a very heart-warming moment with one of my weaker lot of pupils. During his ceramics class, he’d asked me if he needed to glaze the side of the base of his soap dish and I said yes but just a touch for otherwise the glaze would melt and stick to the kiln shelf and would have to be smashed to be removed. Later on, the external instructor came up and said he needed to remove the glaze from the side of the base. He insisted that I had instructed him to do so indignantly. He threw his glaze brush in a tantrum and kept repeating that I had asked him to do so. Had I not stepped in, he would have probably proceeded to smash the bisque wares on the table.

    What happened next could only be done with the years of experience I have under my belt. Had I been 10 years younger, I would have flared up right back in his face.

    I took him out of the classroom and calmed him down and asked him to relate to me what would transpired. The only thing he could tell me was (with tears streaming down his face) “Why is it no teacher ever believes me? I know I’m from the last class! I know I’m stupid but when ever I try to explain myself, no one ever believes me! I’m always at fault! But I’m not always wrong, you know!”

    I could only feel one thing … that this was an emotion suppressed over a long time. He had been taking it and taking it and taking it and he finally snapped.

    I looked right at him and told him, “You’re NOT stupid and never let anyone tell you otherwise. Yes, you have difficulties with your studies but I know your past, I was your form teacher for 2 years, remember? I’ve been your Art teacher for 5 years now! You told me nobody cares about your studies at home and you never get any kind of help with your work.

    You just had a bad start but that doesn’t always mean you have to finish last!

    Look at me. I teach Art, only Art. Other teachers look at me like I’m some kind of joke, a waste of breathable air in school. They forget that I have been a Form Teacher for 12 years before this. They think I’m stupid too, that’s why I don’t teach any major subjects.”

    He blurted, “But you’re very good at what you do! You’re talented!”

    “And so are you! You just haven’t found your passion yet … Art and teaching children have always been mine. I’m lucky.” I added.

    What happened next was totally unexpected. He threw himself against me and hugged me tight, sobbing into my dirty apron. “Sir, you’re one of the few teachers who ever listens to me before answering. You’re not a joke, you’re very talented. I always try to do my best in your class. I’m not the best artist but you’ve never put me down about my work. I wish more adults were like you …”

    I patted his shoulder, took a step back and looked him right in the face. “Sometimes, being an adult can also be very difficult. Promise me whatever difficulty you face in life, it will never make you a bad person but a better person. Now, enough already. Wash your face, freshen up and apologize to the instructor because firstly, she didn’t know of my instructions to you. Secondly, she’s not from the school and doesn’t know you very well and thirdly, be big enough to know that she is an adult and deserves your respect just as one day, you will deserve it from someone as well.” I stood there as everything I had asked him to do was carried out with a smile.

    A few things ran through my head at that moment.

    How many times have we, as adults, lost our temper because we had a bad day, at someone younger or even a child? Do we know what a child in Singapore has to go through these days? How many times have be brushed off a child JUST because he is a child? Have we ever listened to a child’s side of the story? Or do we immediately assume that a child is not capable of being honest or giving a true account of things? How many adults do we know of who would NOT embellish the truth to protect their own skin?

    I’m just glad one child now know someone who will listen to him if he needs someone to do so.

    Authored by Ian Johari Monteiro

     

    EDITOR’S NOTE

    This is such a moving story that we just have to share it. Kudos to Ian Johari Monteiro for writing this beautiful piece.

    Parents should often listen to their child, pay attention to every detail, and offer your support, instead of screaming because not every child has the tendency to deal with yelling. The more you listen to your child, you will help your child to established a sense of connections with you, they will feel comfortable to express their feelings to you at anytime with no hesitation. Not saying it’s an easy process but it can be done if you only take a minute to just listen and you’ll be amaze to see how soon this child will start to have a closer relationship with you as a parent. 

    To those parents who are obsessed with success, here’s something you should think about from today onwards. Success can never be thought of as more important than moral values. The journey is actually more important than the destination and if no ethics were involved in the journey then the destination has no value at all. A person has to feel good about how they achieved their success in order to feel good about it.