Friday, May 13, 2011

Critical Literacy in My Life. (why should it end between us)

            Critical literacy, a very threatening word as rumors spread from weary mouth of the seniors saying, “You’ll going to die when you meet Mr. CL.” Rule of ten, giving opinion, VIVA and stuff are the deadly ingredients in order to create such subject as lethal as the great Critical Literacy. After 5 month in semester 4, I need to admit, Critical Literacy is indeed, DECOM most lethal weapon, as it will take student critical thinking to the whole new level. To those who had already went to the hell and back but still didn’t met with Mr. CL, trust me, you ain’t seen nothing yet.  (Thousand apologies sir, I’m just exaggerating)

             Thousand respects to my respected CL lecturer, Sir Aliff Ibrahim  -he who make CL looks like child’s play-  he’s the only reason I still managed to cope with the heart-throbbing Critical Literacy. He who teached me how to give opinion without being too bias, stand for your view and how to understand articles by searching for their hidden message, I followed all the knowledge he gave me, except for the give opinion without being bias. (Refer to my VIVA *wink*) Sir, thank you so much for being such a great teacher and teaches me how to see article, issue or problem in a different view.  *Bow down then do the sieg heil thing*

                Critical Literacy indeed leaves a mark inside of me. Now, I’ve learn to see issue, problem or even the world in every perspective. 

Critical Literacy 

The feared. 

The great. 

The one that will be missed.