My guru

When I first saw her, I was so intimidated. Her old-fashioned image made me feel uncomfortable to ask or to tell something which would clarify my thoughts. The first day was a full of anxious moments thinking and asking myself, “Is she the one who would teach me until March?” I paused for a moment….

Regular classes have started. I went to school at exactly 6: 20 AM. It was so different because I used to wake up late. She told me that our first class is very dull and most of the students are absent. I was surprised by what she uttered. We went to the class and faced reality. I first observed her class in the days that passed. I saw her strategies and way of teaching. I wasn’t expecting that she, in her old-age would not be the traditional type of teacher. Her unique way of teaching is so much impressive because she is able to reach her students with difficulty in learning the language. Her classes start at 6:30 AM until 11:00 AM. I cannot believe how she handles classes with consistency, to think that she only has few minutes to prepare for the next class and she doesn’t have time to rest.

My cooperating teacher is my second mom. Yes. I frequently called her Ma’am but her distinct likeness would still be a mother who guides me in the path that I’m taking. She is very eager to teach and impart to me what she has. In every class that we have, there are always new things I learn and understand. She has provided me with bulk of knowledge that I can use when I’m in the field. Ma’am Casiano is not an ordinary person to me. She is my eyes in the dark side of my pathway. She directs me to the world of unknowns and helps me understand all the vague concepts that I may encounter.

My dear mentor will always be a precious stone that everyone is longing for. She was made firm by her experiences. Her effective way of teaching is truly admirable. Her dedication in teaching is something irreplaceable. I idolize her so much and I truthfully hope that I could fill in her footsteps in a very rough side road and I’ll be able to make my own.

"A teacher affects eternity; he can never tell where his influence stops."

know me in teaching..

I woke up one morning and all things have changed. It seems that the last four years are the memories of yesterday and this day is the time to face the truth; the truth that will never be a dream that you could wake up if u wish to get out from it.

When I was preparing my visual aids, I thought for a while and anticipated about what would happen. Honestly, I wanted to be a teacher who is terror and evil. lol. I wanted to be respected and looked up by my students. I wasn’t expecting that all these things were just a false fact.

I was trembling during my first encounter with my new students. They are very intimidating although they belong in a lower section. I discussed my topic and all of them listened. I tried to be cruel but I can’t explain why I couldn’t do it. My students are very sweet and thoughtful. You cannot search for flaws that will make you get angry with them. Sometimes I’m strict but most of the time, I let them do whatever they want provided that they will do whatever I ask.

I’m handling 3-6, 3-7, 3-14 and 3-15. These classes cannot be replaced by the most intelligent class in OCNHS. They easily touched my heart that made me decide to impart and provide them what I know.

So far, I’m really delighted that I can control the class when my time starts. I could see that they are very enthusiastic to learn new things. I promised myself that I will give them all they need that will make them better and functional citizens of our country.--too broad isn’t it? Lol. Presently, I have known that you cannot apply the same strategy in every class that you have. Since some of them are marginal learners, I resolutely believe that we should do activities that will reach their raw understandings about the language. Furthermore, I’m very glad that I’m able to touch their lives by the pieces of advice that I give.

I can still remember my student who asked me something about his life and he seeks help from me. I‘ve given all the pieces of advice that he can use throughout his life. He thanked me and trusted me to be his personal counselor. I cannot believe that I have the ability to strengthen the hidden emotions of my students. I learned to be transparent so that my students can reach me.

This experience cannot be substituted by the most precious thing in this world. It makes me blissful and it strengthens my passion in teaching.

practice teacher

This is taken after we went to the funeral of the mother of my student, James. This class is my favorite. They easily embraced me with love and respect. Presently, I'm handling four sections.
This experience is something indispensable. I will surely treasure this class for it makes feel at home.. :)

convocation soon..

NEW members of PASE VOCI :)

the sad truth...

If I would be given a chance to bring back the one of the happiest days of my life, I would choose my high school life. Perhaps few would contradict on my statement that high school days are the best experience every student would have. This is the stage where personalites and characteristics change. We grow being a better human through the experiences we gained. It is the first step in becoming a developed and functional individual.

Most of the students I have asked about what they miss, it seems that they always answer, "siyempre noong high school". I couldn't blame them for uttering such thing because honestly I feel the same way. I have experienced the days being a kid, weeks being a boy, months being a teenager and years being who I am now. If there was a time machine invented, I would try to open the world ofthe past and once again have a quick glance on the years I have stayed in my Alma Mater. I would have felt being in a long journey and at last, coming homeagain. It would be a colorless feeling seeing yourself on the false realitywhere you cannot go back but just reminisce who you were. The feeling of beingsad is right there and there but the everlasting agony being away from home isjust a "past".

The name Eduardo was all I could hear during those days. I got to know every heart and got some of the part as my own. I have known every mind and them on me. We bonded with firm tie and created a bond of friendship. The name Eduardo wasn't an ordinary name anymore.It was a known name to everybody who had held my heart. There was a time when the name Eduardo was now replaced by the name Nino (ninyo). They have conquered my life and knew me profoundly. They had a strong grip on who I was and who I'am today. These people cared and still care so much to me. Yes, they are milesaway but their memories are within me. They have transformed me from being akid down to being the best and full-grown man.

Reminiscing the days have passed is a suicide. It will only make me gloomy or insane. I've never said the life being a high school student is a hell-like experience. I've never said that last four years were agonizing. I would just want to express how reality speaks for itself. I emphasize the feeling being away from the people close to your heart; the feeling being in reality and the past as your nightmare. But then again no one can blame anyone. Life is tricky and if you don't know how todance with the rhythm of the song, you can never survive...........................................

misses this..

Waa! Finally ! I am able to write again here in my blog. I posted my last entry last May and many weeks passed without even visiting this blog.
I was very busy last three weeks because of my pigeons and other recreations. I went to many places just to buy these precious birds. haayss.. You know if I want something, I make it a point that I would have it whatever happens.

Last week was the first week of our class but yesterday was mine.:) I didn't able to go to school due to my SEVERE tonsilitis.. hahha.. Everytime they asked me about what happened, I always gave emphasis on the word severe. BTW, I have 25 units and 9 subjects this semester. I'm really nervous on my subject Drama and Drama workshop because I'm O.A when I act! nakakainis tlga kc na trauma ako when we had a play way back elementary. I portrayed the role of Don Fernando waaa! yoko na maalala...

I have a very successful love-life right now. My bhebhe has forgiven me despite of the things I have done wrong. We continue our wonderful days together. Sarap tlaga pag in love nu? Although sometimes masakit sa ulo, the feeling that someone is caring and loving you everyday would be a different feeling na hirap mawala.. so happy! :)