I went to school today

I went to school today.

I am a student. Again. I have actually already finished a four year course in 2002. However, I have realized recently, that is, after finishing Journalism, that I would love to teach. So now, I am taking up units of education.

My classes are supposed to be every Saturday, from 7-1pm. But because I enrolled late, though I don’t think I should be considered a late enrollee, one of my subjects is on a Tuesday at 530-8pm.

School is fun. It sure is. I had been serious since elementary to college that now, in my post graduate studies, I take it lightly. Not that I’m complacent now. Of course not. It’s just that I am enjoying it more. I don’t allow it to pressure me. And I won’t. Not again.

I am saddened by the fact that some students hate school. The campus is supposed to be their second home. It hones their skills. It prepares them for life. What I have learned from my one-month training when I was a new hire in Citibank is the fact that trainings, or schooling, should be attended and enjoyed. Because once it’s finished, you will be sent to the real world, where everything transforms from easy, or moderately easy, to really hard. Slacking is no longer allowed. In the real world, everything is competition. And it will eventually tire you out.

I guess kids are afraid of school because of their teachers. I admit some are really not effective. Some do not care. But there are factors why some teachers act this way, though they should not allow these to affect their teaching. There are also other factors why students do not go to school. Battles do not only happen outside the campus. It also transpires inside a classroom.

I went home at past 9. My friends and I always visit a fast food chain after class to order food for take out. Then we eat it on the bus. While munching our favorite fries, we talk about things that happened in the classroom. How one classmate asked a farfetched question. How come we were dismissed late. It was a tiring day. We still have another life outside that four-walled room that we needed to attend to. But despite multi-tasks, everyone was satisfied. We enrolled out of our own accord. According to Socrates, wisest is she who knows she does not know. Some of my classmates are already teachers. But they enrolled anyway. We understand that there are still much to learn. There is still room in our brain for another learning. We want to be prepared.

One of the roles of education is to change a behavior, and gear it towards the ultimate good. And upon doing so, a transformation also happens within those who facilitate learning in front of the classroom. Teaching is a two way street. Students’ lives are not the only ones changing. Through imparting a part of their self, teachers become a better person.

It is only through sharing do they become whole.

The best is yet to come

It is nearly two months now. I did not know I would survive. It took me three years. I admit, I was scared. What happens to the rent? Will my social life suffer? I was full of doubts. One of the reasons why I endured. I was in tears since the first day, but I ignored it. I gave it time. I thought everything would be alright. I guess I was wrong. And the journey ended. The only regret was allowing it to last that long. But I guess, had I not let it, I would not have met such beautiful people. What’s good in this life is that there is always, always something beautiful hidden somewhere, mixed with stones. It always gives us a reason to look back. And smile. And yes, two months have already passed. Time sure is fast, and it sometimes catches us unaware. But I’m wiser now. My supervisor then said I am a philanthropist. Probably. Or probably not. Two months have passed. And a lifetime is waiting. Waiting to be unraveled, visited, and discovered. The best is yet to come.

Irrashaimase!

Irrashaimase, minna-san!

I have been blogging since February of this year through Friendster (Yeah... It's not that long ago...), but I have decided to relocate my thoughts and hidden emotions to a better site (I was told that Friendster blogs cannot be accessed sometimes). So, here I am!

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