Truths
Day 20.
These are the truths that I no longer have the strength to deny.
First, I've come to love my job as a teacher. I just realized that it wasn't at all that bad if I just do what I have to do, avoid breaking the rules and make sure not to step on anyone's foot. Everything has been going smoothly lately for me in the workplace. I made it through the week without being yelled at by my boss.
Second, I've come to love my co-teachers. Although misunderstandings can't really be avoided, I can say that in a way or another, I've built a rapport with them that helps me make it through the day. Our job is in itself stressful but all the same, I'm thankful that there are people that I can joke around and laugh with when the work gets toxic.
And last but definitely not the least, I've come to love my students. To be honest, there are really days that I'd love to set them on fire but the days that I come to spend with them, answering their mindless questions about practically everything under the sun were absolutely priceless. At some point, I've formed a bond with them that endures even after I'm done teaching them. They are primarily the reason why I chose to stay in my job not just because they're the ones who will greatly suffer if I quit but also because I find a day not spent with them a great waste of my life as a teacher. In a way, they've taught me as much as I've taught them.
I can't help feeling rattled every time my students ask me their million-dollar question - "Teacher, ikaw pa ba Science teacher namin next year?" I guess this is what happens when you mix emotion with profession. Your judgment becomes clouded and blurry. Failure to see through the right things will increase chances drastically. At this point, a part of me wants to stay but the other side of my brain says that I have to think of what's good for my family financially.
Don't get me wrong. It's not that teaching doesn't pay well. It does if you're single but if you have a mother who counts on you to pay for her financial mess, it's an entirely different story.
A tear is about to fall off my eye.
I guess I'm done here.
These are the truths that I no longer have the strength to deny.
First, I've come to love my job as a teacher. I just realized that it wasn't at all that bad if I just do what I have to do, avoid breaking the rules and make sure not to step on anyone's foot. Everything has been going smoothly lately for me in the workplace. I made it through the week without being yelled at by my boss.
Second, I've come to love my co-teachers. Although misunderstandings can't really be avoided, I can say that in a way or another, I've built a rapport with them that helps me make it through the day. Our job is in itself stressful but all the same, I'm thankful that there are people that I can joke around and laugh with when the work gets toxic.
And last but definitely not the least, I've come to love my students. To be honest, there are really days that I'd love to set them on fire but the days that I come to spend with them, answering their mindless questions about practically everything under the sun were absolutely priceless. At some point, I've formed a bond with them that endures even after I'm done teaching them. They are primarily the reason why I chose to stay in my job not just because they're the ones who will greatly suffer if I quit but also because I find a day not spent with them a great waste of my life as a teacher. In a way, they've taught me as much as I've taught them.
I can't help feeling rattled every time my students ask me their million-dollar question - "Teacher, ikaw pa ba Science teacher namin next year?" I guess this is what happens when you mix emotion with profession. Your judgment becomes clouded and blurry. Failure to see through the right things will increase chances drastically. At this point, a part of me wants to stay but the other side of my brain says that I have to think of what's good for my family financially.
Don't get me wrong. It's not that teaching doesn't pay well. It does if you're single but if you have a mother who counts on you to pay for her financial mess, it's an entirely different story.
A tear is about to fall off my eye.
I guess I'm done here.
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