Sunday, July 21, 2013

Teacher


(Disclaimer: This was written in 2007 while I was still a student of CLSU. I exhumed it from my old journal thinking that it would pay tribute to this very special day for Teachers (me included). So, please pardon the grammatical errors. This was 5 years ago and from a different world. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK :))*******


I was simply dozing off the remaining hours of my boring day when suddenly I was fantasizing about my future, or things like what-will-be’s instead of clinging to what-might-have-been’s.

In a moment of honest desperation to get a feeble grip on reality that was my life, I was suddenly and unexpectedly sorting out plans for my professional career and on the things that I will do at least after I get away with a college diploma—things that I never usually do.

Well, perhaps reality already sunk in into my already numb mind. It’s a good thing that at least, despite the careless and carefree me who is just about to become the next king-of-nothing-to-do, I still know (barely) what reality is from fiction—although at times I may get to interchange one from the other, really.

Alright, I was thinking about giving myself a career in the academe—schools and teaching, those stuffs. Well, that was not a bit of a surprise for me that came out of nowhere because I had already planned that even before. I wrote about that one time and even published the article on our school paper of which I lead, not that I don’t regret publishing it. Now, there were more or less two thousand CLSU students who know that despite I chose a field in Social Sciences, I may not give proper justice to it because I may end up probably in teaching anyway.

Not that a student who graduate with AB Social Sciences degree cannot teach, or doesn’t have a right to teach. Besides, I always thought, and will always think, that my degree is really flexible. With my degree, I could choose from a wide range of work and could enter many career paths and be able to walk through them confidently and end up a sure success. Well, they might say that my field is a no-earning course and that it can’t give me much penny to count, and sure they could be right. But what about earning compared to the vast learning you could acquire. And I daresay that while my field may offer little earning, it could offer countless learning that could equal even the most lucrative paying job.

That was what my field is. That was what I chose. There was no regret in that.
And for sure, I could never regret being in the academe and be a teacher. In fact, I already saw myself as an educator, never really the office-type kind, but the one who is responsible for shaping up lives and nurturing dreams and encouraging better ideals...to teach students the value of learning, and education, to provide a learning environment that could pass through the four walls of the classroom…

Yeah, that is how I see myself. It may have been delayed to see through that different side of things but surely I could not think of any other way to spend my time with. I believe that is a perfect way to inspire lives, to influence young people who could influence other people in the future when their time comes…and if I would succeed in that, it would be a constant cycle that would be passed on from time to time, and yes, what better way to have success in this life when you realize that you made an impact on someone else’s even if they don’t have a chance to acknowledge you behind it.

I could tell it because there are people who have made an impact on my life as well. People who are simple and ordinary yet they stand in the highest platform that could impact and even change communities and even the world.

I always owe to these people my appreciation because in one great way or another, they have made me to be what I am now. That is what I call influence. They may not have influenced me to become the best, but they have succeeded in changing a lot of my perspectives. That would always count.

"LEGENDS"

Two of the names which could easily surface when I think of “great” people were two of my former teachers in CLSU—and I daresay, the two of the best teachers in CLSU.

They are Professor Ben G. Domingo Jr., much known by the students as “Tatay Ben”; and Sir Michael Carlo Abella, or better known as Sir Ponti.

Theirs will be the name I would always attach the word “teacher”, in the most precise definition of the word. I picked them out of the ordinary because they possess such an extraordinary perspective when it comes to educating students.

Sir Ben (I was not used to call him Tatay Ben because we were not that actually close like his students in Dev.Com) , was once my teacher in Public Speaking and Argumentation and Debate. He's from the Department of English and Humanities, and teaches almost every English subject.

The best thing about Sir Ben is that he never easily gives up on his students. You can call a student mediocre, but Sir Ben sees the potential behind that mediocrity. He always encouraged us in class to be better than what we are, and challenged us to exceed our limitations and to "think out of the box".

I learned from him that nothing can stop you if you are willing to firmly stand on your principles and on what you believe in. He considers courage and daring to be the key to making yourself the best person you could ever become.

There were so many things I learned from his lectures, which not only focused on the lessons on textbooks, but also on necessary lessons about life. He oftentimes point to his experiences in life as his greatest lessons, and true to him, experience is the best teacher.

Because of him, I came to regret once that I did not pursue Development Communication so that he could be my teacher for many subjects and not just one.
But with what I learned from him, I came to love my course and see it in a more profound way.

Meanwhile, like Prof Ben, Sir Ponti was one of the teachers I dreamed of having in class. As a teacher, he was oftentimes seen as a funny, and one possessing a jolly personality that was easily loved by people. He also has a free spirit that is very contagious if one would really read between his lips.

Sir Ponti was my teacher during the previous semester for our last Philosophy subject in our curriculum, which is Philosophy of Man. My perception of his ‘greatness’ as a teacher was actually just established by the stories of his former students, most especially from the SokSay community. I had the notion that these stories were just myths and exaggerations. Not until he became my teacher last semester that I realized he was more than the mythical figure I heard, more than what legends have told in their stories.

To my opinion, he was some sort of an exciting adventure during lecture hours, in which, as you go along with his life stories you would discover for yourselves hidden treasures that was knowledge and learning.

He was a good story teller, yet what he says are not mere stories but knowledge itself. Not only knowledge about the lessons, but, like what Sir Ben reveals, knowledge about the world beyond the four walls of the classroom.

Like Prof Ben, he encourages students to be involved in things that could make them more productive and useful to the society. Sir Ponti is an advocate of extra-curricular learning: learning things outside the classroom, learning lessons under the sun. These things taught me that the best lessons of life one could learn are the lessons obtained by being with people in different walks of life. Sometimes, these lessons appear to be unrewarding at first glance, yet as you give them a place in your heart, they could be magical.

One of the best things Sir Ponti said, and one that I will remember, goes like this: “Just work hard and do your best…never mind what the world says at you. Do what makes you happy…and eventually, time will come that the world will see how greatness is made and achieved…”

With that, I am reminded that greatness was never given at birth, not for only a few individuals. More often than not, greatness is to be achieved, and most of the time, it is achieved through the respect and appreciation from the people whose lives you have touched….and changed.

And I say that Sir Ben and Sir Ponti, in more than a way or another, have touched, inspired, and changed my perspectives, and challenged me to become bigger and better than I am.

That made them to be greater than what they could ever imagine. They are larger than life. They are living legends. ©

This side of paradise

Here I am in my favorite spot of the house. The smell of instant coffee and the birds singing outside while they take refuge in low-lying branches of trees and railings gives me the idea that I'm still here--alive and ready to face another day.

The sun is gradually rising over the horizon; its rays illuminating the earthly splendor of the Lingap Kalikasan Park, our home since we relocated here more than a month now. And I like it here: the stillness of the place, the imposing environment, its cobbled roads. I like the smell of the air in the morning, while dew still covers an endless carpet of grass lawns. I like the sound of mahohany leaves ruffling in the breeze, just as if a storm is on the way.

Everyday here is like waking up in paradise. I like myself here.


Saturday, July 20, 2013

Twilight Song

Worlds crept in
         With its colors and shades
    Past beyond the abysmal
          day that is bludgeoned with
                             life’s greatest mystery…

as the sun agonized over
            the last streams of light
        it hides behind the hills
                  and mountains cover,
its pale shade just over the horizon
             unperturbed yet wishing
                     that though there was an appointed time
                                      in this cycle called life
         it would see through yet another day and
                     that in some part of this vast universe
          its lights would eternally shine
                                  unbothered by horizons or cloud covers…

and when darkness shroud the skies
                            hope shall never falter or strength fail
               for just beyond the darkness of the night
                    the light will just be waiting


                                       and another tomorrow shall begin…


*As far as I can remember, this is the last poem I wrote since I shifted to technical writing due to the required paper load in the academe which made me adapt to its demands and style. I almost forgotten the creative genre as a result. When I became a student journalist, I really rooted for the literary editorship. It never happened. I became the editor-in-chief instead. Very fair exchange. Five years later and now in the process of reclaiming old passion and dreams, I intend to go back to the way it should be for me. And I hope IT IS now:)

Winds of Change

(Since "throwbacks" are trending in social networking sites these days and I have been busy digging up files on my computer, I thought it will not hurt if I throw in my share. This one is an opinion article I wrote for the CLSU Collegian, the student publication and the organization which consumed all my childish frustrations and dreams of becoming a writer. It is on its original version. Man, I miss the olden times...)



Four years and seven semesters ago, I identified myself as someone who would be doing great in the university. I saw myself as someone who would be enjoying every opportunity of being in college, of having the chance to learn from this renowned institution. I saw myself as someone who would be fulfilling every expectations that I brought in my luggage when I left home to earn what other people consider to be a vital survival kit in this dog-eat-dog world—a college diploma.

It is still vivid in my reminiscences what I want to achieve, what I am going to pursue, and on what path I would be walking through—a path that would lead me to fulfillment, and what else but a chance to have that happy and contented life I think of?

In going to this university, not by chance but by my own choice, I knew I would never get nearer to my dreams if I still look for somewhere else. Of course, there are better universities out there but I simply realize then, that I did exactly the right choice. I need not to weigh my fate or destiny (if indeed there are such, but I believe in them) with the mistakes I fear am going to make if I fail, but on the choices I would be regretting eventually if I would not consider them. Thus, I chose to be here.

It would be great for me if I did pursue my only chosen course I put in my application form when I applied to this university a few years back. There was no turning back for me then. I was in second year high school when I'd obsessively fix my eyes to an imaginary sheet of paper called diploma with the degree I once craved for to have scribbled in it—Bachelor of Science in Biology. I was totally excited to get out of high school and grab the piece of cake reserved for me in college.

That was how I met my first family here in the university—the S-1. I almost said I would never find any other like them because it was ideal for me to have such wonderful people no matter how diverse we've been in a lot of ways: in culture, upbringing, ideas, passions, and even religion. But who cares with the differences and diversities of people and beliefs? We all are different in a lot of ways but we still co-exist despite of it. 


Differences, I learned, is a tangible phenomenon we may likely to experience given the fact that we are not all living the same lives; that we are not walking on the same feet. Nevertheless, it could be overshadowed if only we acknowledge that after all, we were sharing a common ground. That is ideal, I suppose, but I think we need not be an intelligent individual to understand what common ground that is.

Although I can say I did good during those first two semesters in a science bloc (and enjoyed it), I was really left in a collision between what I wanted before and what I want this time. The winds of change had swept me from my decision to pursue my intended course to choosing another that perhaps only time and destiny could judge if I did chose the right path. Would I be willing to spend my life in the laboratory? Could I really be experiencing life and what could fulfill me by just peering into a microscope, scrutinizing an apathetic organism? I believed that was the most exciting thing to pursue because I loved doing that, and as I said, I was dying hard to grab that opportunity. But never did I imagine that I would really be sacrificing that dream; never did I realize that I could actually give up what I loved to do, in exchange to what I really want to become.

Thus, by a sudden twist of fate, I ended up with my present course in field of Social Sciences. I cannot anymore recount how I came up with my course, but sure, I can remember my reasons for doing such. I think it would take much time for people to understand them, but it would be mine to go on with my convictions.

I supposed to have learned so many things by now. Yeah, right, after living in this university—which I would always consider a home—for almost four years now, I was supposed to be what I intended to be by this time; or nearer to it, at least.

Only time knows how much fulfillment I already had during these years; and how much frustrations I already encountered, and perhaps, survived. If destiny would still allow me to look back to it when the time comes that I could no longer remember them, then I would be grateful that I did just what I wanted to do.

I am not saying this because I’m already leaving this university for good. I am saying this because, perhaps, I would be staying in this university a little while longer than I was expected to. Yes, and for whatever reasons, I might not finish my course exactly at the intended time, but I am sure, it will be at the right time.

Someone said that we live in a constant struggle with change. I agree with it because I believe that as human beings, we do not always want to be stuck up in a corner and just wonder why.

I know I still have to go far to realize everything I have dreamed of—but not too far.

I am only grateful for the fact that there are people out there who continue to forge my belief.

I am grateful for the fact that not all people are apathetic and closed-minded.

I am grateful for the fact that not all people break you; there are people who are willing to build you up.

I am most grateful for the fact that when I can no longer endure the hardest of the most hard, there are people who selflessly reach out a hand to carry me.

Lastly, I will always be grateful that the way things have been, do not necessarily mean that's the way they will always be.

I dare myself daily

I was browsing my files on my vintage laptop earlier when I opened a long forgotten draft of an autobiography I wrote during college days--those turbulent times when I was still consumed by the dream of making writing as a profession. Though later on it was my own arrogance and pragmatism that made me abandon such a reckless idea.

Well, the reason I wasn't able to get past chapter one of my autobiography is not so much due to the absence of motivation to write nor the lack of significant stories worth telling, but primarily because of the thought that I was yet too young to write my life story; that there are still so many things that are bound to happen, and that if I attempt to write one now, it would be utterly incomplete.

But then this thought awestruck me: I AM WRITING MY LIFE STORY EVERY SINGLE DAY. I am filling the pages of my life in my daily encounter with people of different walks of life, learning from them hope and desperation, determination and helplessness, love and apathy, struggles and passions...all of it makes LIFE a worthwhile journey.

I know I still need to go a long way. There are roads not yet taken, and when there isn't one to walk through, I will create one. I will consume each mileage like a hungry child wanting to be filled. I will savor each journey and will not forget the lessons learned. I will not only finish it, but will enjoy the race that is set before me. And when, at the end of the road, it is time for me to go...I will look back along the way and will be satisfied with the thought that my life story is full and complete.

"It is not because things are difficult that we do not dare. It is because we do not dare that things are difficult." -Seneca