Wednesday, May 14, 2025

The Lack of Joy in Reading

We’re all smiles on top of the assignment that Teacher Vic tasked us to do. And he has the biggest smile— confident that we can do it with joy, ease and competence. We are Team CRAIN! 



Literacy teaching and learning is constantly changing and we’re here to think through, together; to share the challenges and burdens of educational leadership; to walk the line between tried-and-tested methods and bold, innovative practices that respond to the real and present crisis of declining literacy. We walk the line with courage and care, always keeping our learners at the center. 

When this happens, facing hard questions about literacy is easier to bear and unpack. This one, for example: If a student does not find/derive joy in reading, should he/she undergo reading intervention? 


The question is layered. It touches on educational philosophy, psychological well-being, literacy development, and the broader purpose of reading. For one, there is the assumption that joy in reading is a desirable trait and an expected outcome. It is perceived as a necessary part of learning. But we know that it is not often the case. Learning, reading to be specific, is tough. Even confusing and frustrating. So, is the lack of joy in reading a valid reason for a student to receive intervention? 

Not yet, I think. But it merits an assessment and diagnostic. A caveat, though, to ease the approach in pathologizing the issue. Alongside understanding the reason for the “unjoy” in reading, it is just as important to offer opportunities where in a student is allowed to explore, make mistakes and naturally grow into literacy. Sometimes, the issue is not entirely the student. It can be many factors: the system of education, the materials and resources provided, the pressure to do well. I think the goal is to meet a student where he/she/they is. And, as a reading interventionist, teacher-librarian and bibliotherapist, I need to explore and know how my students view reading. 

I ask: what does reading look like for them beyond standardized tests and rigid expectations?

Monday, May 12, 2025

Book Review: Just One Day

Saturday, May 10, 2025

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Wednesday, May 7, 2025

Perspective Taking on the HOTS Concert Experience: A reflection from the line where we stood.

I’ve been thinking about grace a lot lately, in the context of fangirling in general and in light of Hobi’s Hope on the Stage concert tour; how people describe it, claim it, and carry it.

After J-Hope’s HOTS concert, I saw fans say they were “blessed by the universe,” “sumakses”, Lady Luck smiled at them, and that it was “grace” that led them to be there. And truly, witnessing a moment like that, to breathe the same air as someone you’ve loved and followed through years of growth, pain, the uncertainty of military service and silence, is a blessing. I won’t deny that.
But it got me thinking about grace that isn’t just about being chosen. It’s also about how we show up and who we show up for.


Many of us stood in long, glitching lines. We clicked and waited. We wept after losing tickets we fought for honestly. We faced scams and scalpers, unfair systems, and the silence of those in power and with leadership positions in fanbases who could’ve helped, but didn’t. Still, we stayed. We cheered from the sidelines. We held the light for Team Loob and Team Labas.
So when joy is posted like a trophy, when it flexes without honoring the ones still grieving missed chances, it doesn’t feel like grace. It feels like erasure and exclusion.
And maybe that’s what hurts most: that while ARMYs were expectant, hoping their peers, leaders and friends in the fanbases would carry the banner of loyalty through BTS’ enlistment, some chose to stay quiet. Then came back only when the music and lights returned, claiming fate and favor. As if the hard part never happened.
This isn’t to shame joy. Joy is sacred. But real joy remembers. It honors the community that held the silence, the ones who kept the faith, and the ones who never stopped loving even when there was nothing to gain.
So no, I’m not bitter. I’m just present. I see the gaps. I remember the waiting.
And I’m writing this not to take anyone’s happiness away, but to ask: can we hold joy and accountability in the same hand?
Because I believe grace isn’t just about being there. It’s about how you get there. And what you do with the light once it’s yours.

With love and fire,
Tita Zee 💜
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