It’s a different world in here!
Thursday, December 23, 2010
I walked out from the house psyched about the new job. I was home from Iloilo City, quit my job in the newspaper then decided to venture into something else. Though this is not far away from public relations and media works, there is something deeper in this new profession I gambled to be into. So, as I prepared myself for the day, I know there will be bigger events waiting around the corner.
I was there (though I forgot how I get there) standing nervously at the door way. The room fully air conditioned houses at least 20 people. At that time of the time, there were about 15 students loitering inside. I asked a girl if it was Business Correspondence class, she nodded as if she doesn’t care. I stepped inside acting confidently and went directly to the teacher’s table.
Under water, the diver says “It’s a different world out here!” In the space, the astronaut says “It’s a different world out here!” At the teacher’s table I say “It’s a different world in here!”
Yes, at the teacher’s table they dissected me with their eyes flashing with question marks. I directed my attention to them seeing myself again remembering the same look that I had when I was a student.
Now, I understand how it is like to be a teacher. I don’t just stand there and smile at them. I need to prepare the meat between my ears. For many years that I was a student, it was easy for me to say “bahala na.” But this time it is different. Preparation means credibility. I have to read books, go back to my notes in college (but wait, I don’t have notes back then.) Thank you to google for easy researching. I am taking down notes every time I read my materials. Aside from the mental preparation, I need to prepare myself emotionally and psychologically. Non-stop lectures for a day to a different mind levels requires patience and resilience. Students will test you how patient you are and how far will you bend.
I have been teaching for three semesters now. I say I reaped what I sow. With the display of patience and discipline, my presumption is that my students learned from me somehow. Many of them who left the portal of their Alma Mater leave me a heartfelt Thank You.
Every now and then I still question myself why I let myself fall into teaching. The trouble-free answer that I can give myself is that I just want to explore a different world behind the teacher’s table. It is so nice to feel that somehow I have touched my students’ life. What they did not realize, they have affected mine more.
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