A Teacher's Confession....

I was one of those "lucky ones" to get a job right after grad... No vacation for me last summer... It was work, work..... and never ending work. Exciting? yah, it was and until now, it is... But I don't know and I can't understand this feeling now... TIRED? got to get up by 6:30am, take a bath, time-in should be before 7:15 can't be late... check papers, "hell-day" Tuesday and Thursday, very "active" grade one students, paper work piling up on my table.... BORED? nowhere to go after class... classroom-to-dorm(which is actually inside the school), dorm-to-faculty lounge, lounge-to-computer lab... all week long.... I wanted to work and finish my paper works... but I end up sitting down checking my mail and doing Friendster.... what a dull weekly routine... STRESSED? parents calling you up while classes are going on, ambush interviews and interrogation by parents after class (sometimes even in the morning, haven't combed my hair yet...) again, papers piling up and deadlines to beat.... (got to work hard for the 13th month pay...)... So what is this feeling?? Tired? Bored? Stressed?

But still in the end, there is still this feeling of happiness that the children in this school brings me... My everyday bouts with Brian, my sweet little Anton... Gabbie (a very interesting girl, mind you, she will never ran out of questions and stories...), Therese (very sweet), Gio (very naughty but nice...)Patricia (love dis kid...)... I admit there are times I can't take everything anymore... I would end up shouting and giving homily to grade one students... Poor me! There are days when I would drag myself to get up. But these children?? Very innocent... I can't help but smile and thank God that He gave me these little kids... Rowdy yet very sweet...

The reward of being a teacher is very different... Yes there are down days when all you want is to lie down and pretend that you are sick and can't come for work...
But there are also days when you can't help it but hug them and sing "same sign add and keep different sign subtract" (in tune of row, row, row your boat) endlessly. The grin in Miggy's face every time he gets to answer correctly is very satisfying... "I love you teacher Jessy" from Anton gets me moving... The love letters from them keeps coming... Argghh... It breaks my heart and just wanted to cry out of happiness... Oh Darn!!! I love these kids..