I had a lot of doubts whether I would really be in the teaching profession, whether I would even finish college taking a bachelor's degree in education... Then this feature about our local educational system, about young students in hard to reach barrios and teachers sacrificing so much to get to them really grabbed my attention. Tears were hard to pull back. That time I said to myself, "I have to do this."
Then came the big day - graduation. I was feverish. Almost didn't show up for the ceremony but that would be a shame especially for my folks. Marched, smiled and waved. After that, review for the board exams. I asked myself, "then what?". Exam day - may dress code pala. Made a lot of absences during my review classes. I just found it, uhm, you know. What would be your usual reason skipping classes? Shaded, erased. Shaded, erased. Prayed for almost every question. Two agonizing months have I waited for the results. I passed! Hallelujah!
Then what? Teach dumb, dumb. Where? High school? Nobody hires in the middle of the school year. And besides, you wouldn't want to be tied in an 8-5 schedule, right? How about college? Possible, yes.
One class, 50+ students. Can't believe I am actually doing this. Haha! Oh, but what a joy. I just gave them a quiz last Friday. It was so much fun observing them, noting their reactions. Squirming in their seats, scratching their heads. It was a fairly easy test, they were just not expecting it. I was enjoying the moment. No, I am not enjoying their misery over the activity, it was rather the thought that I am their teacher.
I gave them this promise: I will make learning fun. Sure hope I live to that....
