Being a teacher is not an easy profession.  Things may fall and not on the place where you want it to be. Sacrifice maybe is the right term that is connected with teaching. Problems are everywhere. Not just inside the room, but also outside. But more than that, there is still joy in teaching_ that is when you see your students learning happily inside the classroom and actively participating.

 

       November 24, 2014 was the very first time that I stepped on Milaor National High School. At first I was afraid to be assigned there because of the rumors that I’ve heard from my batch mates and Professors. They hardly say that this school is the “worst”.  I prayed for all the lucks in the world just to replace the nervousness in me and turned into joy.  And I convince myself that everything is going to be all right.

       Luckily, I was given a Critic teacher that is kind and approachable. She handled 4 subjects in Math but she just gives me 3 loads. Those were the 7 San Roque, Delrosario and San Miguel. I can say that this sections were quite good. Although there are times that they don’t really listen.

 

      Did I encounter a problem? Maybe. But I don’t take it seriously. The number one problem that I’ve encounter is the unruly students, which is natural. The second are the student students who keeps on going in and out of the class. So, in order to avoid that scenario, I see to it that I have different strategy and activity everyday just to catch their attention and keep them motivated.

 

          As time pass by, I was able to get along with the students and also with the Faculty members. I got the respect from them. I also feel comfortable being with them.  The students were active learners and I can see the eagerness to learn in their eyes.  They were also very appreciative. And the thing that I like most is that the students accepted and loved me as their mentor and Ate. They show how much they care and in a very short period of time they made me realize that entered the right path_ that teaching is meant for me. My students are my stressors and at the same time my stress relievers. I can manage to smile because of them. Their corny jokes makes me laugh. That is one out of many things that I enjoyed during my stay in Milaor National High School.

 

      And now I can say that my Professor and Batch mates were wrong. The school that they called the “worst” is best for me. For it is not just my School, my Molder, but my HOME.