May tao nga bang "tanga," as we usually term other people, especially kids. Find out and answer the Multiple Intelligence Index developed by Gardner.
Instruction: give the numerical score for the following statements as they apply to you:
4=always; 3=frequently; 2=sometimes; 1=seldom; 0=never
1. _____ I get more out of listening to the radio or to a word cassette than from films or television.
2. _____ Math and/ or Science were among my favorite subjects.
3. _____ I am sensitive to color.
4. _____ I like working with my hands with activities like sawing, carving, carpentry, weaving.
5. _____ I can carry a tune/ play a musical instrument.
6. _____ I am the sort of person that people come to for advice/ counsel at work or in my neighborhood.
7. _____ I have opinions that set me apart from the crowd.
8. _____ I enjoy entertaining myself/ others with tongue twisters, nonsense rhymes, or puns.
9. _____ I like to set up little "what if" experiments (for example: What if I doubled the amount of heat applied, would the substance evaporate quicker?).
10. ____ I generally find my way around unfamiliar territory.
11. ____ I use hand gestures/ other forms of body language when conversing with someone.
12. ____ I listen to music on the radio, record, tapes and know tunes of many different musical instrument.
13. ____ I prefer group sports like volleyball/ basketball to solo sports like swimming/ jogging.
14. ____ I have a special hobby or interest that I keep pretty much to myself.
15. ____ In school, English social studies and history were easier for me than Math and Science.
16. ____ My mind searches for patterns, regularities or logical sequences in things.
17. ____ I like to draw or doodle.
18. ____ I need to touch things to learn more about them.
19. ____ I catch myself with a tune or jingle running through my head.
20. ____ I enjoy the challenge of teaching another person or group what I know.
21. ____ I think and reflect on my goals in life.
22. ____ On the road, I pay attention to workds on billboards than to the scenery.
23. ____ I think in clear, abstract, wordless, imageless concepts.
24. ____ I can imagine how something might appear from a bird's eye view.
25. ____ I enjoy daredevil amusement rides/ tasks that challenge my physical side.
26. ____ If I hear a musical selection once or twice, I can sing it back accurately.
27. ____ I consider myself a leader ( or others have called me this).
28. ____ My view of my personal strengths and weaknesses is borne out by feedback from other sources.
29. ____ My conversation includes frequent references to things I've read or heard.
30. ____ I prefer that things are measured, analyzed, quantified in some way.
31. ____ I prefer reading material that is heavily illustrated.
32. ____ I could describe myself as well coordinated.
33. ____ I like to listen to music when I'm working, studying, or learning something new.
34. ____ I like to get involved in social activities connected with my work, church, community.
35. ____ I meditate/ reflect on my inner life.
SCORING
Instruction: Transfer your scores below.
Lin - Linguistics Mus - Music
Logma - Logical/ Mathematical Inter - Interrelationship
Spa - Spatial Intra - Intrarelationship
Bodkin - Body Kinetics
Lin Logma Spa Bodkin Mus Inter Intra
1. ____ 2. ____ 3. ____ 4. ____ 5. ____ 6. ____ 7. ____
8. ____ 9. ____ 10. ____ 11. ____ 12. ____ 13. ____ 14. ____
15.____ 16. ____ 17. ____ 18. ____ 19. ____ 20. ____ 21. ____
22.____ 23. ____ 24.____ 25. ____ 26. ____ 27. ____ 28. ____
29. ____ 30. ____ 31. ____ 32. ____ 33. ____ 34. ____ 35. ____
Interpretation:
The highest score reflect where one is most intelligent at. The lowest score reflect where one is most good at. The assumption of this Index, however, is that everybody has some form of intelligence and that nobody is "not intelligent." And because there is no zero intelligence then let's start at what level we are and improve from there.
So before blurting out that "tanga" word, think again about this index. In fact more types of intelligence is being discovered.
Wednesday, September 26, 2007
Monday, September 24, 2007
Mother to an Aeta
It all started when I was taking research for my Masteral studies in Community Development at the University of the Philippines. Being Unat, I wanted (actually I was very excited) to do a life history of an Aeta communty organizer. My professor never knew it but one reason for that research proposal was that I was interested in one particular Aeta and I knew I'd be able to learn more about him if I did it.
To make the story short, I got a very high grade in that class, but I haven't finished my Master's until now. I got married to that Aeta and I am now a mother to an Aeta boy.
What does it mean being mother to an Aeta boy especially since I am Unat and a graduate of UP?
Well it does not really make a difference- but actually it does make a lot of difference. It means that I have to be patient at all times in explaining to people that our baby has straight hair and a morena complexion and he is an Aeta. It means that whether or not he's dressed up or if there's sand or charcoal all over his body because he loves to play with these or he wears Kimbies and not just lubay or bahag, I will keep telling anyone who asks that our baby is an Aeta.
It also meeans that I will always be thankful to our office for allowing me to breast-feed him. I cried the first time he was fed with powdered milk while I was away. Call it impulse, call it instinct, I thought I'd lose him by continuous feeding with infant formula at that age.
It means walking so many kilometers to visit his cousins and see if our communal chemical fertilizer-and-pesticide-free ricefield, which is less than a hectare, is growing well.
It means preparing his breakfast of ripe mangoes and rice (No Cerelac, please) or a lunch of kamoteng kahoy sauteed with bagoong and mixed with leaves of ligaw na ampalaya or a dinner of bulig, fresh from the sapa, na sinabawan sa tanglad.
It means teaching him how to use the spoon and fork and at the same time allowing him to learn how to feed himself. His sariling diskarte, as Tatay said, is using both hands or putting his face on his plate until his pink sando gets stained.
It means using first amapalaya juice for general welfare and hilot for pilay before going to the doctor or the pharmacy.
It means reading to him stories fit for his age before he takes a nap in the morning, and worrying what to read to him next because what we have are Reader's Digest and newspapers. Pinatubo Aetas and the like have no budget for books that he would need as he gets older and wiser.
It means reminding him to return to their proper places Nanay's shoes or Lola's clogs after he's gotten over his anger because he can't put his right foot into the right shoe.
It means dancing with him until he gets dizzy over the new steps he's probably imitated from somewhere.
It means explaining to him Nanay's disappointment or Tatay's anger. It means letting him cry when he's hurt and teaching him to pat his playmate's back or hand when they cry.
It means showing him how Tatay washes our clothes and cooks our food and letting him listen to Tatay's and Nanay's assessments of the family, the Philippine economy or the continuing struggle of indigenous peoples.
It means wishing that someday my baby will be able to return to Pinatubo-his lupang ninuno-and help organize Aeta communities when he's more able.
But for now it simply means whispering "Mahal ka ni Tatay at ni Nanay at marami pang iba. Kaya matulog na para bukas makapaglaro muli."
--This article was published in July 1996 in the Youngblood section of the Philippine Daily Inquirer, or two years after my first son was born.
To make the story short, I got a very high grade in that class, but I haven't finished my Master's until now. I got married to that Aeta and I am now a mother to an Aeta boy.
What does it mean being mother to an Aeta boy especially since I am Unat and a graduate of UP?
Well it does not really make a difference- but actually it does make a lot of difference. It means that I have to be patient at all times in explaining to people that our baby has straight hair and a morena complexion and he is an Aeta. It means that whether or not he's dressed up or if there's sand or charcoal all over his body because he loves to play with these or he wears Kimbies and not just lubay or bahag, I will keep telling anyone who asks that our baby is an Aeta.
It also meeans that I will always be thankful to our office for allowing me to breast-feed him. I cried the first time he was fed with powdered milk while I was away. Call it impulse, call it instinct, I thought I'd lose him by continuous feeding with infant formula at that age.
It means walking so many kilometers to visit his cousins and see if our communal chemical fertilizer-and-pesticide-free ricefield, which is less than a hectare, is growing well.
It means preparing his breakfast of ripe mangoes and rice (No Cerelac, please) or a lunch of kamoteng kahoy sauteed with bagoong and mixed with leaves of ligaw na ampalaya or a dinner of bulig, fresh from the sapa, na sinabawan sa tanglad.
It means teaching him how to use the spoon and fork and at the same time allowing him to learn how to feed himself. His sariling diskarte, as Tatay said, is using both hands or putting his face on his plate until his pink sando gets stained.
It means using first amapalaya juice for general welfare and hilot for pilay before going to the doctor or the pharmacy.
It means reading to him stories fit for his age before he takes a nap in the morning, and worrying what to read to him next because what we have are Reader's Digest and newspapers. Pinatubo Aetas and the like have no budget for books that he would need as he gets older and wiser.
It means reminding him to return to their proper places Nanay's shoes or Lola's clogs after he's gotten over his anger because he can't put his right foot into the right shoe.
It means dancing with him until he gets dizzy over the new steps he's probably imitated from somewhere.
It means explaining to him Nanay's disappointment or Tatay's anger. It means letting him cry when he's hurt and teaching him to pat his playmate's back or hand when they cry.
It means showing him how Tatay washes our clothes and cooks our food and letting him listen to Tatay's and Nanay's assessments of the family, the Philippine economy or the continuing struggle of indigenous peoples.
It means wishing that someday my baby will be able to return to Pinatubo-his lupang ninuno-and help organize Aeta communities when he's more able.
But for now it simply means whispering "Mahal ka ni Tatay at ni Nanay at marami pang iba. Kaya matulog na para bukas makapaglaro muli."
--This article was published in July 1996 in the Youngblood section of the Philippine Daily Inquirer, or two years after my first son was born.
Friday, September 21, 2007
Blogging
I've been meaning to write in my own blogspot for what may have been ages (read 1 week ago) since a friend invited me. Can you imagine me dreaming about blogging? Sus! No kidding. I'm not even tech-savvy- which explains why it took me "ages" to finally start writing. I even shrieked with delight, to the amazement of my officemates, when I created my first account. Wary of that my boss might see me creating this blog, I had to contain my excitement.
So what's the fuss about this blogging? I really don't know. But streams of words, pictures, essays, stories have been running inside my head since that invitation. Even emotions of excitement, anxiety, joy and what have you have been welling up. Somehow I feel that this blogspot is going to contain all these things in my head and my heart until my hands would begin to create something.... some things.... beautiful. Abangan
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