Tuesday, January 02, 2018

My Blogging Goal for 2018

Am I just kidding myself again?

So many things I want to write.  My 2017 is full of stories.  I had ups and downs.  I had plenty of travels and adventures.  I could have written posts every week. But I do not know where to scribble them.  I have notebooks and papers everywhere.  I have two cellphones with note apps and a laptop where I can type my posts anytime.  I have twitter, Instagram, Facebook, blogs, and internet forum membership.

But sadly, I only have one blogpost in 2017.  I haven't written any short story or a poem either.   I haven't had any blog or real twitter interaction.  I have forgotten about all my blogs.

How about you?  Are you still blogging? Or maybe, like anyone else, Facebook/Twitter/Insta killed your blog.

Honestly, I like the pre-Facebook era.  Content is king rather than the blogger himself.  Now, you got to have the face and the credentials behind the blog.  Ay, pangit pala blogger na yan. Naks!

I hope this spot of mine in the blogosphere will stay. Ok na ako with less post.  I just backread some of my posts in the past.  Nakakatuwa pala. 

And I wish Blogger to survive for a very long time, and not shutdown like the others.





Thursday, June 08, 2017

My Favorite Teachers

Certainly I could not recall all the names of my teachers. Do you?  But once in a while in our short life, we ponder and think about the people who molded us into what become today.  This is especially when a Facebook message just pop out of your screen announcing the demise of one of your favorite teachers.

Math Teachers

I recalled I wasn't fond of mathematics when I was at the early days of grade 1.  I remembered staring blankly at chalkboard.  At 5 years old, I was ahead of the rest when it comes to reading and comprehension.  But Math, my jaw dropped.  A classmate who was probably 9 or 10 (I don't remember the reason why she was still grade 1 at that age), tutored me the basic addition and subtraction.  So, the quick learner that I was, I was able to grasp it immediately.  I was away from my parents at that time, living with my grandparents, who, while encouraging me to study hard, couldn't do much help in the tutorial. 

In Grade 5, I had what I first called my favorite Teacher.  And guess what!  He was my Math teacher.

When you are at the public school and only a few students are serious in their studies, and some are even sycophants, you tend to go with the flow.  But this Math Teacher (Mr. G.) was of rare kind.  He created a spark, that made me even research about square roots and ratio and proportion, when it wasn't even in our curriculum at that time.  He inspired everyone with his stories and life lessons.

At Grade 6, I thought I'd part ways with Mr. G.  He was the class adviser of the other section.  Most of his students there are repeaters and the chances of a valedictorian coming out from that section is slim.  But fate had it's way.  I was switched with another student, who was also vying to become the class valedictorian. The girl was also the favorite of some of our teachers, so her request was granted. I too, easily acceded because Mr G was the adviser of the other section.  And Mr G didn't disappoint. I knew I made him proud as well.   

Then came high school. 

Though I was the top student of my elementary class, high school was different. I had the shock of my life when I failed at one of the first year subjects.  No, it wasn't Math. Good thing I was able to recover because the replacement teacher, made everything easy for me. 

There were rumors that the math teachers at our third year broke the hearts of many students. I was mentally prepared for her - Madame M.  My first impression was that, she was not scary as they first described her.  Her instructions were clear and I can easily follow.  My only disappointment was that, I didn't study hard enough to get higher grades. Mediocrity got me.

College came and my course involves lots of Math. There were times when I couldn't help but smile and thank my favorite teachers - Mr. G and Madame, in silence.

Fast forward to present

Mr G died many years ago.  I wished I knew about it, or even visited him while he was still alive.  But I was too distant from my elementary school. My fault.

Madame M died a few days ago and RIP messages flowed at the group pages and chatrooms. But I can still remember that petite woman, heads up, showing motherly love at the classroom, giving clear and simple instructions, and inspiring everyone to be better not just at Math but also in life as well.

Rest in peace Mr. G and Madame M, my favorite teachers.