... back to school is COOL!

prelogue:
on day 3 of blogging..


Back to school is COOL!

 
Nope.. not a tag line of a department store. This is my personal punch line when I mean going back to something big.
I know it sounds funny when blurted out of the blue.. kaya nga punch line eh! hahahaha

Oh wells.. seriously now, I believe in this line. ( no lols!) I do.
I am a believer of education .. all forms. I'm not into courses or degrees. It's the learning part of education that I am a fan of. But ironically, when I was studying I wasn't really that serious.. Not also the bulakbol type.. Just not the nerdy type.
Way back college , I used to wonder HOW other students get to be smart.. others are very smart.. while on the other side of the hall.. I used to question what happened to the other students who are so laid back.. cool.. and stuck on just 1 year level (peace y'all! ). In the midst of the classrom chaos..there I was somewhere in the middle quietly sitting beside my bf( oh yes, once upon a college time, i had a guy.. and a heart ..hahaha!) watching others.
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Back to the line:

I seriously believe it that i followed it.
YES. I went back to school. Unknown to many and surprisingly approved by my mom( who was against it due to me not having enough rest ) and my dad (who was against it due to my first course was engineering and now.. this)

Love you Ma.. and Pa( both are very supportive of me now..amazing!  hay..parents! hahaha)

I was choosing between..culinary arts.. spanish.. SPED and early chilhood.
I took up Early Childhood Education.

1st 2 days.. I was shocked and I thought of papa. Darn! how can parents be so right.!

I am a graduate of Computer Eng. Major in Digital Systems Design. Worked (working still) in an industry that is highly computerized. Logic. Quick thinking. Practical learning and all those. In a position where I am  the one dictating , deciding and in front. With grown up mature people who have fully developed minds and bodies.

Now here I am , student again , taking up Education. Where it requires memorization, writing (on paper!) , lots and lots of it. Not to mention drawing, doing arts and crafts ( as in!) and Early Childhood at that.. children who are and under 5 years old.

I was shocked. I didn't know that I was required to write notes. sit down in front of the class for 12 straight hours and answer questions with sentences on a piece of paper..  I also had to memorize the names and places and teachings of those founders...waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhh!!!

Engineering does not require memorization because your'e supposed to develop and find ways. It only requires the students to master the formulas and the code.. How you solve it..what you do to fix it.. It's up to you.!

Education, you are required to be a master of all subjects..Literally, down to the names and dates.. (maybe down to the footnotes of the book ! hahaha.. joke! ) There is a way on how to write and there are steps on how to draw..for kids..!
There I was ,first 2 days (Sat and Sun) for 12 hours in 1 room. Following the teacher. Major headaches for 2 days.
Completely lost.
The teacher asked us to answer this question
" What is the difference of an instructor and a teacher?"
I had a 2 sentence answer , some words where from the dictionary itself. ( c'mon! why are dictionaries made in the first place?!) That I was so proud of answering .

While my other classmates ( 95% of the class were teachers by profession , teaching in public schools) had a half page yellow pad answer.

BAM!

I got hit. I felt so dumb! hahahahhahaha... I should've listened to dad.. hahahaa
I felt dumb.. out of place.. and a brat! The teacher looked at me with eyes screaming .. is that all you're going to write on your paper?! hahahahaha

That Sunday night , I contemplated (darn! this word) whether or not i'll be a good daughter or the usual hard headed one.  hahahhahaha

The hard headed one won. Next weekend , I went back to school.
My mom prepared breakfast for me and baon! (lunch) and Sunday, dad drove me to school.. (Naks! sweet! uhhmmm.. more of 2nd time around..Dad never drove me to school when I was studying before.hahaha)

I was confused.

I understood it.. Misunderstood it. I felt the need to talk...voice out ..say something.. but my mouth remained shut.
I agreed..and disagreed at the same time (in my mind) and I met new friends..I liked some..disliked 3.. hahahaha

I enjoyed art classes.  I got stressed.. I listened.. I slept.
I don't know how to place it.. feel about it.

That night, I slept with clothes on .. huhuhu.. I was so tired and emotional. I went out fast when I hit the bed.
haayyss..

3rd weekend I went back to school. With my art materials and books and a very heavy bag.

I loved it and I love it until now.

I started to move. My mind opened. And it got me thinking again.
It challenged my social skills again. It humbled me again. I laughed.. a real laugh again!
After a very long time..I felt I belong.
I knew deep in my heart that I have a thing for teaching. But this time, i'll make it official. I want to teach and I love teaching.

In my current line of work..I teach, grown ups. professionals.. guide them.
But deep inside I know I like kids.. It's only now that I realize I  love teaching kids..

Children (don't call them kids dw.. di cla goats) are naturally smart and innocent at the same time brutally honest! hahaha The best part is they naturally stir those feelings in you that you guard so strongly. They are cute little angels and devils and humans all rolled into one  tiny being... cute enough to hold them and hug them... cuuttee!! :)

haaayy.. see! children have an effect on me..
Well, I'm not saying that its all nice stories.. My story will meet its test sometime in the future. But I told myself that I will face it and not leave it. This is a path I chose on my own. Good or bad, i will see us through!
hahaha! (Yes, i am taken by this something.. )

I'm on my 2nd month now and inspite of my normal busy life going on on weekdays i look forward to my school weekend-days. I am always excited to attend my Saturday morning 7 am class and eagerly bring my big bag of art materials on an early Sunday morning.. hahaha!

If this is love.. well, then, I am with what I'm doing now.
I can see teaching.. with me in it.. long term future plans.

I asked myself many times if this is some sort of stressed feeling that makes me want to do this. Or just maybe adrenaline rush/drive that makes me want to go there. But i'm surprised that my answer is always no. I really want to do this.


Now, I can really say that I am feeling again..living.. and dreaming again..about me doing something in the future.. 

           very near future..