Friday 31 May 2019
Sunday 26 May 2019
Mnr. Welkom Finalis ...
Baie baie geluk en sterkte met 'n besige 2019!
Keep your dream ...
I have a friend named Monty Roberts who owns a horse ranch in San Ysidro. He has let me use his house to put on fund-raising events to raise money for youth at risk programs.
The last time I was there he introduced me by saying, “I want to tell you why I let Jack use my horse. It all goes back to a story about a young man who was the son of an itinerant horse trainer who would go from stable to stable, race track to race track, farm to farm and ranch to ranch, training horses. As a result, the boy’s high school career was continually interrupted. When he was a senior, he was asked to write a paper about what he wanted to be and do when he grew up.
“That night he wrote a seven-page paper describing his goal of someday owning a horse ranch. He wrote about his dream in great detail and he even drew a diagram of a 200-acre ranch, showing the location of all the buildings, the stables and the track. Then he drew a detailed floor plan for a 4,000-square-foot house that would sit on a 200-acre dream ranch.
“He put a great deal of his heart into the project and the next day he handed it in to his teacher. Two days later he received his paper back. On the front page was a large red F with a note that read, `See me after class.’
“The boy with the dream went to see the teacher after class and asked, `Why did I receive an F?’
“The teacher said, `This is an unrealistic dream for a young boy like you. You have no money. You come from an itinerant family. You have no resources. Owning a horse ranch requires a lot of money. You have to buy the land. You have to pay for the original breeding stock and later you’ll have to pay large stud fees. There’s no way you could ever do it.’ Then the teacher added, `If you will rewrite this paper with a more realistic goal, I will reconsider your grade.’
“The boy went home and thought about it long and hard. He asked his father what he should do. His father said, `Look, son, you have to make up your own mind on this. However, I think it is a very important decision for you.’ “Finally, after sitting with it for a week, the boy turned in the same paper, making no changes at all.
He stated, “You can keep the F and I’ll keep my dream.”
Monty then turned to the assembled group and said, “I tell you this story because you are sitting in my 4,000-square-foot house in the middle of my 200-acre horse ranch. I still have that school paper framed over the fireplace.” He added, “The best part of the story is that two summers ago that same schoolteacher brought 30 kids to camp out on my ranch for a week.” When the teacher was leaving, he said, “Look, Monty, I can tell you this now. When I was your teacher, I was something of a dream stealer. During those years I stole a lot of kids’ dreams. Fortunately you had enough gumption not to give up on yours.”
“Don’t let anyone steal your dreams. Follow your heart, no matter what.”
Author Unknown
The last time I was there he introduced me by saying, “I want to tell you why I let Jack use my horse. It all goes back to a story about a young man who was the son of an itinerant horse trainer who would go from stable to stable, race track to race track, farm to farm and ranch to ranch, training horses. As a result, the boy’s high school career was continually interrupted. When he was a senior, he was asked to write a paper about what he wanted to be and do when he grew up.
“That night he wrote a seven-page paper describing his goal of someday owning a horse ranch. He wrote about his dream in great detail and he even drew a diagram of a 200-acre ranch, showing the location of all the buildings, the stables and the track. Then he drew a detailed floor plan for a 4,000-square-foot house that would sit on a 200-acre dream ranch.
“He put a great deal of his heart into the project and the next day he handed it in to his teacher. Two days later he received his paper back. On the front page was a large red F with a note that read, `See me after class.’
“The boy with the dream went to see the teacher after class and asked, `Why did I receive an F?’
“The teacher said, `This is an unrealistic dream for a young boy like you. You have no money. You come from an itinerant family. You have no resources. Owning a horse ranch requires a lot of money. You have to buy the land. You have to pay for the original breeding stock and later you’ll have to pay large stud fees. There’s no way you could ever do it.’ Then the teacher added, `If you will rewrite this paper with a more realistic goal, I will reconsider your grade.’
“The boy went home and thought about it long and hard. He asked his father what he should do. His father said, `Look, son, you have to make up your own mind on this. However, I think it is a very important decision for you.’ “Finally, after sitting with it for a week, the boy turned in the same paper, making no changes at all.
He stated, “You can keep the F and I’ll keep my dream.”
Monty then turned to the assembled group and said, “I tell you this story because you are sitting in my 4,000-square-foot house in the middle of my 200-acre horse ranch. I still have that school paper framed over the fireplace.” He added, “The best part of the story is that two summers ago that same schoolteacher brought 30 kids to camp out on my ranch for a week.” When the teacher was leaving, he said, “Look, Monty, I can tell you this now. When I was your teacher, I was something of a dream stealer. During those years I stole a lot of kids’ dreams. Fortunately you had enough gumption not to give up on yours.”
“Don’t let anyone steal your dreams. Follow your heart, no matter what.”
Author Unknown
[Dankie, mnr. Johann van den Berg dat jy hierdie droomstorie met ons gedeel het.]
Saturday 25 May 2019
Die debatkaptein ...
Friday 24 May 2019
n Groot dankie ...
Tuesday 21 May 2019
Sunday 19 May 2019
Growing up or growing old
The first day of school our professor introduced himself and challenged us to get to know someone we didn't already know.
I stood up to look around when a gentle hand touched my shoulder. I turned around to find a wrinkled, little old lady beaming up at me with a Smile that lit up her entire being.
She said, "Hi, Handsome! My name is Rose. I'm 87 years old. Can I give you a hug?"
I laughed and enthusiastically responded, "Of course you may!" and she gave me a giant squeeze.
"Why are you in college at such a young, innocent age?" I asked. She jokingly replied, "I'm here to meet a rich husband, get married, have a couple of children, and then retire and travel."
"No seriously," I asked. I was curious what may have motivated her to be taking on this challenge at her age.
"I always dreamed of having a college education and now I'm getting one!" she told me.
After class we walked to the student union building and shared a chocolate milkshake. We became instant friends. Every day for the next three months we would leave class together and talk nonstop.
I was always mesmerized listening to this "time machine" as she shared her wisdom and experience with me.
Over the course of the year, Rose became a campus icon and she easily made friends wherever she went. She loved to dress up and she reveled in the attention bestowed upon her from the other students. She was living it up.
At the end of the semester we invited Rose to speak at our football banquet. I'll never forget what she taught us. She was introduced and stepped up to the podium. As she began to deliver her prepared speech, she dropped her 3x5 cards on the floor.
Frustrated and a little embarrassed she leaned into the microphone and simply said, "I'm sorry I'm so jittery. I gave up beer for Lent and this whiskey is killing me! I'll never get my speech back in order, so let me just tell you what I know." As we laughed, she cleared her throat and began:
"We do not stop playing because we are old; we grow old because we stop playing. There are only four secrets to staying young, being happy, and achieving success. You have to laugh and find humor everyday. You've got to have a dream. When you lose your dreams, you die. We have so many people walking around who are dead, and they don't even know it!" she said.
"There is a huge difference between growing older and growing up. If you are nineteen years old and lie in bed for one full year and don't do one productive thing, you will turn 20 years old. If I am 87 years old, and stay in bed for a year, and never do anything, I will turn 88. Anybody can grow older. That doesn't take any talent or ability," she added.
"The idea is to grow up by always finding the opportunity in change. Have no regrets. The elderly usually don't have regrets for what we did, but rather for things we did not do. The only people who fear death are those with regrets."
She concluded her speech by courageously singing "The Rose." She challenged each of us to study the lyrics and live them out in our daily lives.
At the years end, Rose finished the college degree she had begun all those years ago. One week after graduation Rose died peacefully in her sleep. Over two thousand college students attended her funeral in tribute to the wonderful woman who taught by example that it's never too late to be all you can possibly be.
[Anonymous]
Remember these 'inspiring words' in loving memory of ROSE...
"GROWING OLDER IS MANDATORY, GROWING UP IS OPTIONAL."
I stood up to look around when a gentle hand touched my shoulder. I turned around to find a wrinkled, little old lady beaming up at me with a Smile that lit up her entire being.
She said, "Hi, Handsome! My name is Rose. I'm 87 years old. Can I give you a hug?"
I laughed and enthusiastically responded, "Of course you may!" and she gave me a giant squeeze.
"Why are you in college at such a young, innocent age?" I asked. She jokingly replied, "I'm here to meet a rich husband, get married, have a couple of children, and then retire and travel."
"No seriously," I asked. I was curious what may have motivated her to be taking on this challenge at her age.
"I always dreamed of having a college education and now I'm getting one!" she told me.
After class we walked to the student union building and shared a chocolate milkshake. We became instant friends. Every day for the next three months we would leave class together and talk nonstop.
I was always mesmerized listening to this "time machine" as she shared her wisdom and experience with me.
Over the course of the year, Rose became a campus icon and she easily made friends wherever she went. She loved to dress up and she reveled in the attention bestowed upon her from the other students. She was living it up.
At the end of the semester we invited Rose to speak at our football banquet. I'll never forget what she taught us. She was introduced and stepped up to the podium. As she began to deliver her prepared speech, she dropped her 3x5 cards on the floor.
Frustrated and a little embarrassed she leaned into the microphone and simply said, "I'm sorry I'm so jittery. I gave up beer for Lent and this whiskey is killing me! I'll never get my speech back in order, so let me just tell you what I know." As we laughed, she cleared her throat and began:
"We do not stop playing because we are old; we grow old because we stop playing. There are only four secrets to staying young, being happy, and achieving success. You have to laugh and find humor everyday. You've got to have a dream. When you lose your dreams, you die. We have so many people walking around who are dead, and they don't even know it!" she said.
"There is a huge difference between growing older and growing up. If you are nineteen years old and lie in bed for one full year and don't do one productive thing, you will turn 20 years old. If I am 87 years old, and stay in bed for a year, and never do anything, I will turn 88. Anybody can grow older. That doesn't take any talent or ability," she added.
"The idea is to grow up by always finding the opportunity in change. Have no regrets. The elderly usually don't have regrets for what we did, but rather for things we did not do. The only people who fear death are those with regrets."
She concluded her speech by courageously singing "The Rose." She challenged each of us to study the lyrics and live them out in our daily lives.
At the years end, Rose finished the college degree she had begun all those years ago. One week after graduation Rose died peacefully in her sleep. Over two thousand college students attended her funeral in tribute to the wonderful woman who taught by example that it's never too late to be all you can possibly be.
[Anonymous]
Remember these 'inspiring words' in loving memory of ROSE...
"GROWING OLDER IS MANDATORY, GROWING UP IS OPTIONAL."
[Dankie, mnr. Johann van den Berg wat dit met ons gedeel het.]
Friday 17 May 2019
Geluk, aan al die Tekkie-skaakspelers!
A span 5-1
B span 5-1
C span 0-4
J span 1-5
International Tekkie Tax Day - Support Goldfields Hospice Association ...
When: 31 May 2019
[Vista en Ebi Coetzer]
Thursday 16 May 2019
HTS se Tekkie het sy eie vervoer!
Dankie, mev. Sheree Gray vir die foto's!
Monday 13 May 2019
The junior team ...
They were at Hentie Cilliers for a district debate competition. The junior team has been selected to go to the inter provincials which is named the "Elite competition" in Bloemfontein.
Photos: Alex Manise
Sunday 12 May 2019
God created the teacher
On the 6th day, God created men and women. On the 7th day, he rested. Not so much to recuperate, but rather to prepare himself for the work he was going to do on the next day. For it was on that day - the 8th day - that God created the FIRST TEACHER.
This TEACHER, though taken from among men and women, had several significant modifications. In general, God made the TEACHER more durable than other men and women. The TEACHER was made to arise at a very early hour and to go to bed no earlier than 11 PM, with no rest in between.
The TEACHER had to be able to withstand being locked up in an air-tight classroom for six hours with thirty-five "monsters" on a rainy Monday. And the TEACHER had to be fit to correct 103 papers over Easter vacation. Yes, God made the TEACHER tough...but gentle, too. The TEACHER was equipped with soft hands to wipe away the tears of the neglected and lonely student... those of the sixteen-year old girl who was not asked to the prom.
And into the TEACHER God poured a generous amount of patience. Patience when a student asks to repeat the directions the TEACHER has just repeated for someone else. Patience when the kids forget their lunch money for the fourth day in a row. Patience when one-third of the class fails the test. Patience when the text books haven't arrived yet, and the semester starts tomorrow.
And God gave the TEACHER a heart slightly bigger than the average human heart. For the Teacher's heart had to be big enough to love the kid who screams, "I hate this class - it's boring!" and to love the kid who runs out of the classroom at the end of the period without so much as a "goodbye," let alone a "thank you."
And lastly, God gave the TEACHER an abundant supply of HOPE. For God knew that the TEACHER would always be hoping. Hoping that the kids would someday learn how to spell... hoping not to have lunchroom duty... hoping that Friday would come... hoping for a free day... hoping for deliverance.
When God finished creating the TEACHER, he stepped back and admired the work of His hands. And God saw that the TEACHER was good. Very Good! And God smiled, for when he looked at the TEACHER, he saw into the future.
He knew that the future is in the hands of the TEACHERS. And because God loves TEACHERS so much... on the 9th day God created... SNOW DAYS!
[Author Unknown]
This TEACHER, though taken from among men and women, had several significant modifications. In general, God made the TEACHER more durable than other men and women. The TEACHER was made to arise at a very early hour and to go to bed no earlier than 11 PM, with no rest in between.
The TEACHER had to be able to withstand being locked up in an air-tight classroom for six hours with thirty-five "monsters" on a rainy Monday. And the TEACHER had to be fit to correct 103 papers over Easter vacation. Yes, God made the TEACHER tough...but gentle, too. The TEACHER was equipped with soft hands to wipe away the tears of the neglected and lonely student... those of the sixteen-year old girl who was not asked to the prom.
And into the TEACHER God poured a generous amount of patience. Patience when a student asks to repeat the directions the TEACHER has just repeated for someone else. Patience when the kids forget their lunch money for the fourth day in a row. Patience when one-third of the class fails the test. Patience when the text books haven't arrived yet, and the semester starts tomorrow.
And God gave the TEACHER a heart slightly bigger than the average human heart. For the Teacher's heart had to be big enough to love the kid who screams, "I hate this class - it's boring!" and to love the kid who runs out of the classroom at the end of the period without so much as a "goodbye," let alone a "thank you."
And lastly, God gave the TEACHER an abundant supply of HOPE. For God knew that the TEACHER would always be hoping. Hoping that the kids would someday learn how to spell... hoping not to have lunchroom duty... hoping that Friday would come... hoping for a free day... hoping for deliverance.
When God finished creating the TEACHER, he stepped back and admired the work of His hands. And God saw that the TEACHER was good. Very Good! And God smiled, for when he looked at the TEACHER, he saw into the future.
He knew that the future is in the hands of the TEACHERS. And because God loves TEACHERS so much... on the 9th day God created... SNOW DAYS!
[Author Unknown]
Dankie, mnr. Johann van den Berg vir hierdie bydrae!
Saturday 11 May 2019
Help Alex se droom bewaarheid!
Hy is op pad Tseggië toe om Suid-Afrika as debateerder te gaan verteenwoordig. Viva Tseggië!
Talle hande agter die tegniese kompetisiegordyn ...
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| Mnr. Francois Crauwcamp, mevv. Riana Crauwcamp en Hester Bothma |
Die tegniese vaardighede van leerders in verskillende werkswinkels word getoets en die wenners dring dan deur na die nasionale kompetisie. Om hierdie deelnemers se mae vol te hou, word daar bitter hard agter die skerms gewerk.
Thursday 9 May 2019
2019: SAOU-funksie ...
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| Mevv. Christa Coetzee, Annelené Botes en Nelly Odendaal |
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| Mnr. Pieter Swanepoel, mej. Lizbe Sauer en mnr. Quintos Coetzee |
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| Mnre. Quintos Coetzee, Tobie Louw, Bertus Odendaal en Sarel Coetzee |
Wednesday 8 May 2019
Tuesday 7 May 2019
Monday 6 May 2019
Sunday 5 May 2019
Kyk na die natuur en leer ...
Daar kan 'n honderd of selfs vyfhonderd appels aan 'n boom wees, elk met tien sade in die kern. Dit is 'n klomp sade vir een so 'n boom. 'n Mens kan maklik vra: "Hoekom het 'n mens so baie sade nodig net om te verseker dat 'n paar ekstra appelbome sal opkom?"
Die natuur het iets om ons te leer. Dit vertel ons: "Baie van die sade groei nooit nie. Dus as jy wil hê dat iets moet gebeur, moet jy beslis bereid wees om meer as een keer te probeer."
Dit mag beteken dat ...
jy twintig onderhoude sal moet bywoon om een werk te kry.
jy met veertig mense onderhoude sal moet voer om een goeie werknemer te kry.
jy met vyftig mense sal moet praat om aan hulle 'n huis, 'n motor, 'n polis of 'n idee te verkoop.
jy 'n honderd kennisse sal moet ontmoet om een spesiale vriend te vind.
Wanneer ons die "wet van die natuur" verstaan, sal ons nie so maklik teleurgestel word nie. Ons sal ophou om soos slagoffers te voel. Die wet van die natuur is nie iets wat persoonlik opgeneem moet word nie. Ons moet dit net verstaan en daarmee saamwerk.
In ‘n neutedop kan ons dus sê: Suksesvolle mense faal dikwels. Hulle plant egter meer saad as die onsuksesvolles.
Die natuur het iets om ons te leer. Dit vertel ons: "Baie van die sade groei nooit nie. Dus as jy wil hê dat iets moet gebeur, moet jy beslis bereid wees om meer as een keer te probeer."
Dit mag beteken dat ...
jy twintig onderhoude sal moet bywoon om een werk te kry.
jy met veertig mense onderhoude sal moet voer om een goeie werknemer te kry.
jy met vyftig mense sal moet praat om aan hulle 'n huis, 'n motor, 'n polis of 'n idee te verkoop.
jy 'n honderd kennisse sal moet ontmoet om een spesiale vriend te vind.
Wanneer ons die "wet van die natuur" verstaan, sal ons nie so maklik teleurgestel word nie. Ons sal ophou om soos slagoffers te voel. Die wet van die natuur is nie iets wat persoonlik opgeneem moet word nie. Ons moet dit net verstaan en daarmee saamwerk.
In ‘n neutedop kan ons dus sê: Suksesvolle mense faal dikwels. Hulle plant egter meer saad as die onsuksesvolles.
Saturday 4 May 2019
Friday 3 May 2019
PRACTICE MAKES PERFECT!!
On Wednesday the 1st of May, Brebner High School in Bloemfontein, hosted Basketball Fundamentals Clinics (training and games) for High Schools. Players from over 10 schools from the Motheo district respectively the Clinics. Among those present, HTS Welkom was the only Lejweleputswa school invited.
Top Coaches from across the province attended the clinics in order to impart some knowledge on to the boys and girls who attended. Professional players from national Basketball teams were also present and played a role in personally training the players who attended on Wednesday.
Our very own Tekkie Basketball Boys put up quite a show in displaying their skill and vigor. The clinics are to be succeeded by Provincial team selection trials were the team that will represent the Free State at the annual national schools Basketball championships later this year.
Over 50 learners were present at the clinics, among them 24 were flagged as “ALL STARS” at the clinics. Two of our boys; Matheus Sousa da Silva (grade 10) and Nkitsing Moleleki (grade 11) were flagged as potentials for the Free State team and “ALL STARS” by Free State coaches.
Coach Lesala Khetheng extends an emphatic “Thanks” to all parents for allowing their boys to attend the Clinics as they are the future of Tekkie Basketball, he further thanks all Tekkies who attended for availing themselves on a holiday to further develop their skill and brotherhood as a team.
A Tekkie Thanks is extended to all.
Thursday 2 May 2019
Wednesday 1 May 2019
Matjhabeng City Council - meeting
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| The meeting was a success and the MJC is working on having more projects and leaving a legacy |
Photos: Kgosana Moeketsi
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