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Rekindle and Behold

                     LOL.

                     I was literally bursting in laughter as I opened my blog account and realized how passive I have been in the past years in this endeavor. Since I required my students one, might as well resurrect this account and post something worthwhile today and hopefully in the coming days.

                     The last time I gave a shot on this, I was still a teacher in a private school I dearly loved. Many transpired and evolved ever since. It was a memory of time worth keeping and remembering. You see, immediately after I tendered my resignation, I received a call from the Department of Education informing me that I have a spot in a renowned public school - Manolo Fortich National High School. It was a mass hiring, back then. AND I could still recall the mixed feelings I had as I behold a new environment which later on has become a family I belong to at the moment. 

                      Three years have passed and I should say being a public school teacher ain't no easy task to deal with. I remembering being enveloped with fear, confusions, and the like for the transition from being a private school teacher to a public school teacher ain't easy as pie. You could say that I was being a little melodramatic but I really went through a lot just to prove my worth here in this institution. All I have with me is that passion to do something new and the thought that this job has that purpose significant for me and my family.

                      Some days are really frustrating: when students are behaving badly, when students cannot comprehend quickly; when trainings come one after the next, when assigned tasks to do seem to be endless; when contest results seem to go wrong; when health problems arise; when colleagues seem to be displeased...(...and the list goes on...) But at the end of the day, I just wear a grin for I have embraced (and I must embrace) the kind of world I wanted in the first place. After all, a teacher needs to be flexible and resilient. I must be one! Being a teacher for a decade? I am, I firmly believe so. 

                       Actually, there is that kind of rewarding truth to being a public school teacher! Most days, I just find myself smiling because of the overwhelming progress my students are making, be it on their academics, or their behavior in and out of the classroom. People I work with help me a lot to get through. As But more than that, (I don't mean to brag here) my colleagues often turn to me for HELP for planning, strategy making, communication, editing, and whatnot. There are times I get tired but I just could not find that damn gut to say NO. I respond, and I work without complaint. What only comforts me is the overwhelming, gracious feedback I get from them. 

                       Cliche as it may seem, teaching is really challenging but the challenge is what keeps me going. I would always remember the grueling training days I always have with my students before embarking a tilt or even the day to day classes we have. I have demands, a lot of it actually, and I am just so proud of how responsive my students are! It gives me extreme joy knowing I have challenged students to reflect in their endeavors, take the next steps, continuously improve, and push them outside of their comfort zone. There's never really a dull moment! Most especially when students reach out and extend the warmest gratitude they can afford. The feeling at times would seem to be indescribable! 

                       In the end, I know what teaching should be all about: it's changing the world not just for the good, but for the best, ONE person at a time. If we want to see enduring commitments, we can learn from one and all. Students learn from us teachers, we, too, learn from them. We all know how the fruits of our labor continue to grow and flourish and dynamically create an impact in the most unexpected ways (and means). We may fail, but from this failure, we will definitely triumph! These thoughts do count, and will eventually sustain me for as long as I live with my family, with my job. I am tired at times, but I am happy today and hopefully, beyond.

                       AD MAJOREM DEI GLORIAM!