Kamehameha High School - Ka Nai Aupuni Yearbook (Honolulu, HI)

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sho Sound advice straight from the horse's mouth Arlyn Kepo'o So you think a well-timed sob story, a sentimental Christmas card, and the old-stand-bv apple ' are going to save you from progress reports and academic probation? Guess again Berol- Mirado breath. We have here, from grades elementary to top-of-the hill, kept hermetically sealed in an old kim-chee jar and stored on Myron Arakawa's back porch, everything fyes everythingj you need to know about classroom SUCCESS. 42' By: Christine Goo, Sam Macloves, Bonnie Ishii, and Demetra Stephens, 5th and 6th grade teacher, is a great favorite with her students, she is thought of, in fact, as their best friend. Welcome to the 6th grade, I say each new September. To succeed in Room 212, here's a few things to remember: Have your homework in on time. Proofread your final copy. Dot your i's, cross your t's. Don't turn in anything sloppy. Always answer in a sentence, Not just no or yes. If your math is incomplete, Finish up at your recess. Don't borrow other's words, It's your work I want to read. Do your part in a group. But don't be 'fraid to lead. Please pick up the dictionary Without having to be told. Don't cough in anyone's face If returning with a cold. So let's not waste a minute. Let's get started right away. Try and be successful here, Each and every day. 1 r Robin Durnin, Elementary Division Math Lab teacher, has been instrumental in bring- ing computers to his campus. Robin is also the IV Water Polo coach. When asked by a student from KNA to write a short essay about teaching, I was struck by the fact that the tables were turned. The teacher, in this case me, had a deadline to meet and no notion of what to focus on Qsound familiar?J. This student-like situation began a line of thought which centers on similarities between teacher and student. All in all, teaching is not much different from being a student. If one enjoys learn- ing, communication, and involvement, being an educator is worth all the irritations and annoyances that everyone encounters in the classroom. Or simply stated: as I liked being a student, so do I like being a teacher. In short, if you can answer the question, What do you like in a good teacher? you will have a pretty good answer to the question, How can I be a better student?

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fireplace in the English Dept. And figure out what I can give as a Secret Santa. Gosh. Where do I begin? Oh-oh. I just heard the garage door being opened. They're home. What do I say? What do I do? Quick, scatter some papers around the living room. Oh, hi. I-Ii. Get much accomplished? Yeah. CYawn.j Hope you guys bought food. There's absolutely nothing in this house. Don't worry, we bought some chicken noodle soup for you. Ahchoo! You sound worse. No, really, I'm okay. Ahchoo! You get in bed right now. Great. This always happens to me. I pretend I'm sick and I end up being sick for real. Well maybe, just maybe I can enjoy the soup tomorrow. months. That's all I have left up at Kamehameha. I'm not sad or anything. In fact, I'm quite anxious for this whole shebang to end. I've put up with enough stress to last me a lifetime, used more electricity than I ever have and ever will, and eaten so much junk food that've gained about 10 pounds. I've also acquired two permanently bloodshot eyes, a zit in the center of my forehead, and a zit on the end of my nose. Did I say there were 5 whole months left? I can't stand this any longer. All I get are migraines and cows. Is that what I deserve? I mean, my work may not come in on time, but I still manage to do it. Teachers don't seem to understand that I only have one writing hand and one brain that can function on only one subject at a time. They think I'm the girlwonder who can cope with all of her problems, do all of her homework, and get to bed by eleven. Well I can't, even though I stay up until 3 or 4 in the morning. Do you know I can't remember the last time I had a good night's sleep. My schedule is just so totally insane: I come home, crash out, get up around 9 or 10, and then stay up for the rest of the night and the rest of the morning. I get to the point where I feel like I haven't even left school. Maybe I should rent a carrel in Midkiff, or lay claim to one of the sofas in yearbook. Or maybe I should just forget about all my work. Nah, then I'd flunk, and then I'd have to stay here another year. Maybe 5 months isn't so long after all . . .

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