Tuesday, March 13, 2012
Thursday, March 8, 2012
today is friday
today is not another day. it is different than the others which have passed. today is friday. i feel poetic as well. it seems that time flies so fast. for today well let me talk about my profession. i am a teacher. ever since i was 5 years old i would like to become one. like my mom. since i was a kid back then, i thought that being a teacher is not that difficult.
i've been teaching for 6 years now and i hope that i've done good. as of my last count there are 1, 620 students that i've taught. these young minds that i tried to pollute. minds that i tried to manipulate and form in such a way that they may survive all the hardships that they may stumble upon this earth.
as a kid, i imagined myself to be the best teacher that i can be. but as i pass through the highs and lows of teaching this imagination slowly dies. teaching is not a joke. it requires 80% of your life, time, attention and money.
even though there are a lot of unexpected events that may happen. i will not change my profession. i will and always will be a teacher.
today is not another day. it is different than the others which have passed. today is friday
i've been teaching for 6 years now and i hope that i've done good. as of my last count there are 1, 620 students that i've taught. these young minds that i tried to pollute. minds that i tried to manipulate and form in such a way that they may survive all the hardships that they may stumble upon this earth.
as a kid, i imagined myself to be the best teacher that i can be. but as i pass through the highs and lows of teaching this imagination slowly dies. teaching is not a joke. it requires 80% of your life, time, attention and money.
even though there are a lot of unexpected events that may happen. i will not change my profession. i will and always will be a teacher.
today is not another day. it is different than the others which have passed. today is friday
Wednesday, March 7, 2012
march 8, 2012
this marks another milestone in my writing. sobrang tagal ko nang hindi nagsusulat. sabi ng kakilala ko "hindi daw makakapag sulat ang isang tao kapag masaya siya" siguro na niniwala ako dito. halos lahat ng mga sinusulat ko ay puro kasawian at pagdadalamhati.
nagsusulat ako ngayon dahil nagdadalamhati ako. may kalungkutang bumabalot sa akin. inis na inis ako kasi pilit kong kinukubli ang nararamdaman ko. hindi ko ito maipakita at maipadama sa mga taong pilit na nananakit sa akin. hindi ko kasi mawari kung bakit gumagawa pa si Lord ng mga taong asshole at walang malang gawin kundi mambwisit ng buhay.
sabi ng tatay ko: i pag pary mo na lang. nung una hesitant ako kasi sino ba namang baliw ang maniniwala dun pero bago natapos ang araw, napa isip ako. tama nga siya. wala kang laban sa mga taong ganoon. but what i should do is to keep mum about it and just brush it off.
pero itong maldita kong isip ay ayaw mag give-up nang ganoon-ganoon lang.
at ako'y nag-isip.
nagsusulat ako ngayon dahil nagdadalamhati ako. may kalungkutang bumabalot sa akin. inis na inis ako kasi pilit kong kinukubli ang nararamdaman ko. hindi ko ito maipakita at maipadama sa mga taong pilit na nananakit sa akin. hindi ko kasi mawari kung bakit gumagawa pa si Lord ng mga taong asshole at walang malang gawin kundi mambwisit ng buhay.
sabi ng tatay ko: i pag pary mo na lang. nung una hesitant ako kasi sino ba namang baliw ang maniniwala dun pero bago natapos ang araw, napa isip ako. tama nga siya. wala kang laban sa mga taong ganoon. but what i should do is to keep mum about it and just brush it off.
pero itong maldita kong isip ay ayaw mag give-up nang ganoon-ganoon lang.
at ako'y nag-isip.
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