Thursday, July 28, 2011

Construction

Construction bridges the gap between "dream and reality". It bridges the gap between "experimentation and innovation". And it bridges the gap between "idealism and pragmatism".
- Ruthi Orona-Gregoire -

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Wednesday, July 27, 2011

Hindsight: Who's the best?

I was busy writing down receipts from the payments I received from parents when I suddenly felt the cold wind brushed against my already cold cheeks. I knew someone came in because that cold wind must have come from an open door. It was only a quarter past six in the morning and I somehow had a clue who must have just arrived.

There she was clad in a wrinkled pink tops with the hem falling apart and a matching stained sweatpants. Her hair was a mess just like every morning and her face has traces of dried drool. I could tell that she was tired and still sleepy and had to force herself to get out of the bed because Dad has to go to work early.

As usual, I called her and asked her to go to the bathroom and wash her face. She did just what I told her without argument. After a couple of minutes she was back and she sat beside me. Then I asked if she wanted me to fix her hair. She just looked at me and nodded her messy head.

I started combing her hair. I was too careful not to hurt her because there were tangles all over. I brought out my plastic bag of elastic bands and asked her to choose a color. She took out 2 red bands and handed them to me. I tied her hair in pig tails and I instantly saw her beautiful face.

There, I can see your face again.” I said. And her eyes lighted up and she smiled shyly. She stood up and went back to the bathroom to check herself in the mirror.

After a couple of minutes she was back and told me… “Thank you Miss Ruthi… You are the best.” Then, she hugged me.

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You are the best!

The word lingers as I drove home after that morning shift.

For 11 long years of being a teacher, I was used to hear those words. And it was only now that it made a great impact on me. It was only now when I was no longer a teacher that the word made sense to me. And it was only now that I realized how important a simple concern given to a child will make a great difference in a person.

When I started working as a Site Leader for the YMCA’s School Aged Enrichment Program, I was not really too excited. As an educator, I know that I am under-employed. But I have no choice. It was the only job available that time. So I took it. Eventually, I learned to love my work simply because I didn’t have to deal with a lot of headache that I used to deal with when I was still a teacher.

My job may not be as noble as the teacher’s but I guess I am making a big impact on the lives of the children under my care just by being the caring person that they don’t find at home.

My job may be as simple as watching kids and keeping them safe and happy before their parents pick them up after work but I guess I have made them happy individuals that their parents can be proud of.

And my job may be as easy as just playing, laughing and hanging out with them but I guess I was able to have fun too which I missed when I was still a full time teacher.

This job, definitely changes my point of view and perspective in life.

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Ruthilicious... absent in the Classroom, present in the Chatroom. She blogs when she is NOT Facebooking doing chores and she blogs while she is ALSO Facebooking doing chores.

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Wednesday, July 20, 2011

Subject Matter: Parenting

“He was still speaking, when lo, a bright cloud overshadowed them, and a voice from the cloud said, “This is my beloved Son, with whom I am well pleased; listen to him.” (Matthew 17:5)

The place was in chaos as expected. It was one of those commencement exercises that came to an end. And as expected graduates, parents, teachers and friends alike were bumping, greeting, posing, shouting, laughing… making the entire social hall a totally chaotic place on earth.

Ma’am, the valedictorian is my son.” a proud father told me, as we walked towards the exit door.

Well, congratulations then“… was all I said and quickly joined my colleagues leaving the graduation venue.

[It was a scene during our Graduation Day when I was still a teacher.]

I want you to take good care of him!” pointing at the young hand-cupped blond teenager, Horacio Cain told the big black inmate as they were ushered to the prison cell.

And why would I do that?” the inmate asked him.

Because…” Horacio replied, “he is my son!

[It was a scene in one of the TV episodes of CSI:Miami]

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All fathers [and mothers] are always proud of their children, even the not-so-good ones. I cannot think of anything to compare a parent’s love to one’s child. But if there is one thing I know… that the child learns love from home first and foremost.

A child, before he enters our classroom had already learned values that any exceptional teacher can’t altered. Being a teacher, we can teach him lessons in life but we cannot un-teach him the lessons that he already learned in life. We can provide him with choices but we can’t choose for him. And we can almost always influence his way of life but we cannot lead his life for him.

Being a teacher… we are also considered as parents to our students. And being so, we have the responsibilities similar to their biological parents. But even so, we cannot replace them even if there are times that our students prefer us from their own parents.

It is not just the mystery of life… it is life.

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Wednesday, July 13, 2011

Subject Matter: Vacation

WHEN I WAS A STUDENT… vacation time was my favorite subject aside from “recess”. Whose kid doesn’t like vacation and recess, anyway? It is the best idea that school had every come up with.

Vacation means… you don’t have to wake up early and hit the shower so you won’t be late for school to attend that freaking flag ceremony and listen to the Principal’s stup*d speech.

Vacation means… you don’t have to deal with cramming for an exam because you stayed up late at night watching your favorite TV show [while mom and dad were snoring their way to dreamland].

And vacation means… you don’t have to deal with your terror teachers or mean classmates and have more time to do the things you want to do without worrying that they will find them weird.

WHEN I BECAME A TEACHER… vacation is still my favorite subject aside from recess, in-service training and seminars, field trips, and no school days due to typhoons.

Vacation means… I can stay late in bed and hit the shower whenever I feel like it or take a long warm bubble bath because I don’t have to worry about being late for the that freakin’ flag ceremony and listen to the Principal’s stup*d speech or worse attend an emergency meeting.

Vacation means… I can stay up late at night watching CSI or chatting online with my BFFs because I don’t have to make lesson plans or check test papers or prepare teaching materials for the 7 or 8 classes that I handle or compute grades for the 60++ students for each class that I handle.

And vacation means… I can stay at home or spend a day in the spa or go shopping and don’t have to deal with students, parents and colleagues or listen to their whining, rants and musing about their personal lives and family problems and just concentrate on my own. It’s not because I am not a sympathetic person, it’s just that sometimes I don’t need to burden myself with someone else’s burden.

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Vacation… what a colorful reflection. Vacation… the best gift that students and teachers alike will surely appreciate and badly needed in times when sanity is losing its grip. Vacation… best way to recharge our batteries so we can function better. Vacation… the best way to give us a break so we won’t break down.

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Friday, July 8, 2011

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