1.) What do you think is involved in making a fair judgement about a person or situation?
2.) Describe on paper in everyday situation in which one person might judge another incorrectly.
3.) What things can interfere with making a fair judgement?
When making a fair judgement about a person or situation, the person must not be influenced by external circumstances such as pressure from the public. To make a fair judgement, the person has to base on evidences from different Point of Views and using the information learnt in Art and Acts of Thinking, to use the Paul’s Wheel of Reasoning, making sure that everything has been taken into consideration before making a fair judgement. In an everyday situation, there could be many misunderstandings, from work to at school, this usually happens with people with different social statuses. In usual circumstances, people with higher authority may abuse their power to accuse others, besides, there could be cases where people jump too quickly, accusing the wrong person. Some things can interfere with making a fair judgement would be the three types of mindsets people have, the Kantian view, which is the group of people who do the right things based on moral domains and rights. Others have the Utilitarian view, which is people make decisions for the sake of everyone else, in which it will bring happiness to most people. The last one would be the ethical egoism view, which is to make decisions for one’s self-interests.
Monday, February 21, 2011
TKAM Blog Prompt 1
What memories of your own childhood come to mind as you read Scout’s experiences?
In To Kill a Mocking Bird, Scout has differing experiences, in which some are sour and sweet. Experiences are described as sour and sweet, in my childhood, there are plenty of those. Some vague memories for me were the times when I attended kindergarden at Jurong Calvery Kindergarden. As much as I thought it was “sweet” then when the teachers asked us to line up, hold hands, continuously, looking back, at this age, it was a hilarious and childish act. But these acts from young have helped me to develop, thus resulting in the maturity of me today.
In To Kill a Mocking Bird, Scout has differing experiences, in which some are sour and sweet. Experiences are described as sour and sweet, in my childhood, there are plenty of those. Some vague memories for me were the times when I attended kindergarden at Jurong Calvery Kindergarden. As much as I thought it was “sweet” then when the teachers asked us to line up, hold hands, continuously, looking back, at this age, it was a hilarious and childish act. But these acts from young have helped me to develop, thus resulting in the maturity of me today.
Sunday, February 20, 2011
PCME Lesson: Anger
How does one control one’s life? In today’s society, there are many types of anger and many types of how one expresses anger. For me, to express anger, one would be to bury oneself into homework, from doing ACE to blog posts to workbooks, are my ways of expressing anger. As time goes by, I do realise that it works magically, it allows me to forget everything but the bad thing is the product of my work is really, really badly done. It could be the answers are wrong or my handwriting changes 180 degrees. In short, everyone has anger, everyone has experience anger before but how do we curb it? Do we always use our ways to vent one’s anger when angry? As one grows older, one will become more mature, thus knowing that there is no need to be angry and being angry at someone else is not only a waste of energy but also a waste of time.
Nursery Rhymes: The House That Jack Built
The following nursery rhyme lyrics the most modern one taken from Wikipedia:
This is the house that Jack built.
This is the malt that lay in the house that Jack built.
This is the rat that ate the malt
That lay in the house that Jack built.
This is the cat that killed the rat
That ate the malt that lay in the house that Jack built.
This is the dog that worried the cat
That killed the rat that ate the malt
That lay in the house that Jack built.
This is the cow with the crumpled horn
That tossed the dog that worried the cat
That killed the rat that ate the malt
That lay in the house that Jack built.
This is the maiden all forlorn
That milked the cow with the crumpled horn
That tossed the dog that worried the cat
That killed the rat that ate the malt
That lay in the house that Jack built.
This is the man all tattered and torn
That kissed the maiden all forlorn
That milked the cow with the crumpled horn
That tossed the dog that worried the cat
That killed the rat that ate the malt
That lay in the house that Jack built.
This is the priest all shaven and shorn
That married the man all tattered and torn
That kissed the maiden all forlorn
That milked the cow with the crumpled horn
That tossed the dog that worried the cat
That killed the rat that ate the malt
That lay in the house that Jack built.
This is the cock that crowed in the morn
That waked the priest all shaven and shorn
That married the man all tattered and torn
That kissed the maiden all forlorn
That milked the cow with the crumpled horn
That tossed the dog that worried the cat
That killed the rat that ate the malt
That lay in the house that Jack built.
This is the farmer sowing his corn
That kept the cock that crowed in the morn
That waked the priest all shaven and shorn
That married the man all tattered and torn
That kissed the maiden all forlorn
That milked the cow with the crumpled horn
That tossed the dog that worried the cat
That killed the rat that ate the malt
That lay in the house that Jack built.
This is the horse and the hound and the horn
That belonged to the farmer sowing his corn
That kept the cock that crowed in the morn
That waked the priest all shaven and shorn
That married the man all tattered and torn
That kissed the maiden all forlorn
That milked the cow with the crumpled horn
That tossed the dog that worried the cat
That killed the rat that ate the malt
That lay in the house that Jack built.
For one, I don’t really remember ever listening or reciting this poem when I was young because it is very long and there are some tough words for children aged 4-7. There are many differences in this poem, such as the transition of words between lines, from past tense to present tense and from “This” to “That”. Besides, the last word always rhymes such as “horn, corn, morn, shorn & torn”. In this poem, the meaning is to tell us how a house can be linked to so many things or people around us in its surroundings.
This is the house that Jack built.
This is the malt that lay in the house that Jack built.
This is the rat that ate the malt
That lay in the house that Jack built.
This is the cat that killed the rat
That ate the malt that lay in the house that Jack built.
This is the dog that worried the cat
That killed the rat that ate the malt
That lay in the house that Jack built.
This is the cow with the crumpled horn
That tossed the dog that worried the cat
That killed the rat that ate the malt
That lay in the house that Jack built.
This is the maiden all forlorn
That milked the cow with the crumpled horn
That tossed the dog that worried the cat
That killed the rat that ate the malt
That lay in the house that Jack built.
This is the man all tattered and torn
That kissed the maiden all forlorn
That milked the cow with the crumpled horn
That tossed the dog that worried the cat
That killed the rat that ate the malt
That lay in the house that Jack built.
This is the priest all shaven and shorn
That married the man all tattered and torn
That kissed the maiden all forlorn
That milked the cow with the crumpled horn
That tossed the dog that worried the cat
That killed the rat that ate the malt
That lay in the house that Jack built.
This is the cock that crowed in the morn
That waked the priest all shaven and shorn
That married the man all tattered and torn
That kissed the maiden all forlorn
That milked the cow with the crumpled horn
That tossed the dog that worried the cat
That killed the rat that ate the malt
That lay in the house that Jack built.
This is the farmer sowing his corn
That kept the cock that crowed in the morn
That waked the priest all shaven and shorn
That married the man all tattered and torn
That kissed the maiden all forlorn
That milked the cow with the crumpled horn
That tossed the dog that worried the cat
That killed the rat that ate the malt
That lay in the house that Jack built.
This is the horse and the hound and the horn
That belonged to the farmer sowing his corn
That kept the cock that crowed in the morn
That waked the priest all shaven and shorn
That married the man all tattered and torn
That kissed the maiden all forlorn
That milked the cow with the crumpled horn
That tossed the dog that worried the cat
That killed the rat that ate the malt
That lay in the house that Jack built.
For one, I don’t really remember ever listening or reciting this poem when I was young because it is very long and there are some tough words for children aged 4-7. There are many differences in this poem, such as the transition of words between lines, from past tense to present tense and from “This” to “That”. Besides, the last word always rhymes such as “horn, corn, morn, shorn & torn”. In this poem, the meaning is to tell us how a house can be linked to so many things or people around us in its surroundings.
Saturday, February 12, 2011
Brief Intoduction to History of Jeans
In “To Kill a Mocking Bird”, clothing of people was described out in Chapters 1 & 2, since this story was written in the early 20th Century, we would like to know more about the history of clothing and how it came about, primarily focusing on jeans, giving a brief introduction.
Jeans, in the past could be recognised by two names, denim trousers or fabric trousers. In the 18th Century, jeans were made in a town near Turin named Chieri which is in Italy. At this point of time, these are not the type of jeans that we have today, it was only after it was converted by Levis Strauss (thus having the brand Levi). He had a customer, called Davis, who had bought cloth from him for his torn pants since Levi Strauss had a company, selling bolt of cloths. From this idea, Levi decided to use copper rivets for pocket corners and button fly, thus resulting in the jeans we have today.
Jeans, in the past could be recognised by two names, denim trousers or fabric trousers. In the 18th Century, jeans were made in a town near Turin named Chieri which is in Italy. At this point of time, these are not the type of jeans that we have today, it was only after it was converted by Levis Strauss (thus having the brand Levi). He had a customer, called Davis, who had bought cloth from him for his torn pants since Levi Strauss had a company, selling bolt of cloths. From this idea, Levi decided to use copper rivets for pocket corners and button fly, thus resulting in the jeans we have today.
Friday, February 4, 2011
Blog Prompt: Favourite Poem
Blog Prompt: Pick a poem or prose extract that has left a deep impression on you. Write about why it left such a deep impression on you. Write about why it left such a deep impression and what you learnt from it. Include the poem/prose extract in your post.
Poem: Digging by Seamus Heaney
Between my finger and my thumb
The squat pen rests; as snug as a gun.
Under my window a clean rasping sound
When the spade sinks into gravelly ground:
My father, digging. I look down
Till his straining rump among the flowerbeds
Bends low, comes up twenty years away
Stooping in rhythm through potato drills
Where he was digging.
The coarse boot nestled on the lug, the shaft
Against the inside knee was levered firmly.
He rooted out tall tops, buried the bright edge deep
To scatter new potatoes that we picked
Loving their cool hardness in our hands.
By God, the old man could handle a spade,
Just like his old man.
My grandfather could cut more turf in a day
Than any other man on Toner's bog.
Once I carried him milk in a bottle
Corked sloppily with paper. He straightened up
To drink it, then fell to right away
Nicking and slicing neatly, heaving sods
Over his shoulder, digging down and down
For the good turf. Digging.
The cold smell of potato mold, the squelch and slap
Of soggy peat, the curt cuts of an edge
Through living roots awaken in my head.
But I've no spade to follow men like them.
Between my finger and my thumb
The squat pen rests.
I'll dig with it.
This poem was introduced to me while in Sec 1 and has left a deep impression on me because not only was this poem annotated very thoroughly, it holds the key aspects of life, especially as a child. In this poem, the main theme here is our relationship to our forebears and to work and also the spirit of oneself. When one is growing up, there are many experiences and this poem highlights one of them, to learn the importance of work and show gratitude to our forebears, this is a spirit which is a must-have in every one of us, to remember and to contribute in the future. This is a meaning which contributes to the future of a child after he has grown up. Also, another minor theme in this poem would actually be the fact that there is no predictability in life, which is needed to be known by all people to understand the true meaning of life and.
Poem: Digging by Seamus Heaney
Between my finger and my thumb
The squat pen rests; as snug as a gun.
Under my window a clean rasping sound
When the spade sinks into gravelly ground:
My father, digging. I look down
Till his straining rump among the flowerbeds
Bends low, comes up twenty years away
Stooping in rhythm through potato drills
Where he was digging.
The coarse boot nestled on the lug, the shaft
Against the inside knee was levered firmly.
He rooted out tall tops, buried the bright edge deep
To scatter new potatoes that we picked
Loving their cool hardness in our hands.
By God, the old man could handle a spade,
Just like his old man.
My grandfather could cut more turf in a day
Than any other man on Toner's bog.
Once I carried him milk in a bottle
Corked sloppily with paper. He straightened up
To drink it, then fell to right away
Nicking and slicing neatly, heaving sods
Over his shoulder, digging down and down
For the good turf. Digging.
The cold smell of potato mold, the squelch and slap
Of soggy peat, the curt cuts of an edge
Through living roots awaken in my head.
But I've no spade to follow men like them.
Between my finger and my thumb
The squat pen rests.
I'll dig with it.
This poem was introduced to me while in Sec 1 and has left a deep impression on me because not only was this poem annotated very thoroughly, it holds the key aspects of life, especially as a child. In this poem, the main theme here is our relationship to our forebears and to work and also the spirit of oneself. When one is growing up, there are many experiences and this poem highlights one of them, to learn the importance of work and show gratitude to our forebears, this is a spirit which is a must-have in every one of us, to remember and to contribute in the future. This is a meaning which contributes to the future of a child after he has grown up. Also, another minor theme in this poem would actually be the fact that there is no predictability in life, which is needed to be known by all people to understand the true meaning of life and.
Sunday, January 30, 2011
Blog Prompt: Recount on Prejudice
Blog Prompt: Have you ever been part of a group of people that were unkind to one or more individuals? Describe the circumstances. What caused you to behave the way you did? How did you feel then? How do you feel about the circumstances / events in retrospect?
I do admit that I have been prejudiced against other people, being unkind because I am still not mature when being prejudiced against others. In primary school, I can easily see the countless number of prejudice cases, boys working with their own gender, girls working with their own gender which is quite common but as we move on to secondary school or junior college, we work together. The question here is: Is this considered prejudice? I personally feel that it is a minor form of prejudice because primary school children are not yet mature.
The question I would like to pose myself would be: Why were you prejudiced against him/her? Simply, I feel that me being prejudiced against that person because of personality. First, dislike then to prejudice which is name-calling (according to the groups under prejudice) and physical fights and more. I hate his personality: Dirty, Weird & more. Now, maybe I just leave him alone, I will go my own way, you will go your own way, which means we hardly speak. I feel that this is not prejudice, it is a form of avoiding trouble.
I do admit that I have been prejudiced against other people, being unkind because I am still not mature when being prejudiced against others. In primary school, I can easily see the countless number of prejudice cases, boys working with their own gender, girls working with their own gender which is quite common but as we move on to secondary school or junior college, we work together. The question here is: Is this considered prejudice? I personally feel that it is a minor form of prejudice because primary school children are not yet mature.
The question I would like to pose myself would be: Why were you prejudiced against him/her? Simply, I feel that me being prejudiced against that person because of personality. First, dislike then to prejudice which is name-calling (according to the groups under prejudice) and physical fights and more. I hate his personality: Dirty, Weird & more. Now, maybe I just leave him alone, I will go my own way, you will go your own way, which means we hardly speak. I feel that this is not prejudice, it is a form of avoiding trouble.
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