I was raised by teachers. My parents were Public school
teachers. Manila paper was a staple and the smell of Pentel pen ink was always
present in the house. Back in the day, teaching using the computer was unheard
of. Chalks were the medium and dustless chalks a luxury.
I am a teacher but admittedly, not a very effective one. As
to why, I will explain it in another post. Today, in celebration of World
Teachers’ Day, I dedicate this piece to the teachers who made a dent in my
life.
To the teacher who
opened my world to the wonder of stories. I looked forward to every Sunday
School, paid close attention to how your eyes would grow wide, and most
importantly, your nail polish. I copied you at home, lining up my dolls and
retelling the stories I heard from you.
To the teacher who taught
me to read. It was not the reading I remember the most but how, one
surprising day, we cut bananas and papayas in class and made fruit salad. It was
the first time I wore an apron.
To the teachers who
helped me discover new things. You taught me the word ‘kidnap’ and it was a
fear that haunted me daily. You taught me the words ‘noisy pupils’ and I was
careful not to be on that list. You taught me the word ‘quiet’ and I had a hard
time being one, even until now. But, you also taught me the words assignment,
cleaners, and pass your papers. With those I learned that some things have to
be done on your own, you need to pick up after yourself, and most importantly,
opportunities have deadlines.
To the teachers who
gave me time on stage. You helped me conceive a dream I never knew I had
until later when the stage became my avenue for influencing others.
To the teacher who
made me take over her class when I was 14. You were right. I was going to
need that experience to toughen me up six years later when I had to go on
Practice Teaching.
To the teachers who
made science and math the most important subjects in the world. You made me
religious! True enough, algebra, trigonometry, chemistry and physics are
nothing compared to the complexity of romantic love. I am glad I was trained in
your class to survive!
To the teacher who
taught me how to be a homemaker. I can bake, I can sew, I can arrange
furniture, I know the color chart, I can make fruit preserves ,I can embroider,
heck, I can even dress a chicken all
because you did not accept anything less than perfect from us. As to having a
family, I am working on that.
To the teachers who
had to deal with our adolescence. Today, as I deal with young people I have
one question: How did you maintain your
sanity without punching us in the face? *clap clap clap* I have many words
but all can be summarized in two: Thank You!
To the teacher who
made me fear my English class. You unearthed a wealth of courage I did not
know I have.
To the teacher who
scribbled notes on my essay. I fell in love with writing because of you.
Also, I was slightly in love with you until you left us.
To the teacher who
gave me an 80 in a major subject. I.will.never.forget.you. Hahaha!
To the teacher who made
me interpret my Dexter’s Laboratory comics in class. I discovered my humor
because of that experience.
To the teachers who instilled
the love of country to us. I am fighting because of you. I will not be
quiet because of you.
To the teachers who
showed me the bridge between Theology and Practice. I am having a swell time
because your lives are living examples.
Lastly, to my in-house
teachers who until today check my attendance, give me occasional lectures
on matters I usually evade, and evaluate my performance in life, thank you. You
were our first teachers and will
continue to be after every one is finished with us. Thousands of unruly,
hard-headed pupils came and went out of your classrooms but, bad news, we’re
staying! Sorry parents, you can’t get rid of us. Haha! After years of leaving the
service, here you are still teaching us tirelessly about life and the one true
God we serve. I guess, when you are a parent, you never retire from teaching.
I was raised by teachers. I hope that in this generation, I
can also raise some. With everything that is happening in the country and
around the world, I fear for this generation. The world is full of monsters
ready to pounce at these young people. Therefore, I have committed to fight for
them and with them. And education is my weapon of choice.
I am a warrior. I teach.
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Back in the days when my ideas of entertainment were cutting my bangs, and letting my Grade 2 students interpret the skit "The Cat and Dog" on their own. They made their own costumes and did their own make up. These kids are in college now and I, well, am tempted to cut my bangs again.Hahaha! |
