Personal Narrative: My SSP7 Field Trip

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“Samal is a great place to unwind all those stress from studying, and I’ve had enough unwinding,” I told myself the morning of March 8. All of my GE subjects this semester had field trips. And two of which was fun in the sand. And I was yet to encounter the trip that was something extraordinary and remarkable, and it is this trip: That Monday was the perfect day for our SSP7 field trip. And it’s also been quite a while since I went to downtown Davao. I was excited that I almost forgot what our Professor, Ma’am Arve Banez had reminded us, t o bring some biscuits and supplies for the kids on our first destination. And after packing some biscuits, pencil, eraser, and sharpeners, I was off to Sta. Ana Police Station where we planned to meet with the class. The first place on our itinerary was the Zonta Elementary School. When we entered the street that would lead to the school and rode the ‘trisikad’, I instantly knew that moment that community was not much developed or frankly, a poor community. The drivers of the sikad were boys of ages ranging from 8-15, maybe older. The kids you would expect to see in school on a beautiful Monday. And sad to say, some of them smoked cigarettes! The road was somehow crowded …show more content…

There was a short talk about the students and the school when we got there. We were told that the teaching style was different due to the diversity of culture; students from different indigenous communities need different approach in learning. Then we observed the grade one class for about half an hour and then were given the opportunity to talk to the students while they answered their seatwork. I went to talk to a group of boys; they were shy and didn’t talk that much. They were Muslim, and I’ve also realized that these kids go together as groups with the same culture, and didn’t mingle that much with others, which is kind of

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