UP - IS Stories

Busy ako!

After yet another observation, I talked to Mars about how I felt about our subject and the students. She looked a little worried about how she would handle her class. And I remembered how we were in our EDSC 121 class.

I was the assigned brat for the day. Mars’ demo was about elementary algebra and as a part of her demo; she called me to recite on her class. Being the brat that I am, I told her “Busy ako!” and she felt dumbfounded. I caught her off guard and I thought I was being so mean.So I said sorry afterwards. But I made an impact on our classmates so I became the designated brat for the rest of our demo class. I got this reputation that I am mean, in a good way though.

As we were laughing while recalling our 121 demos, Mars jokingly told me how dreadful I was in her demo that if all of her students would be like me, she would give up hastily. Then she turned serious and looked me straight in the eye and told me, “May something sa’yo na di maipaliwanag. Pag nagturo ka dito, parang may magic! Swear.” She got me there. I was caught dumbfounded.

Walk out!

I am trying to be as patient as I could since it is almost dismissal time. Some are done with the activity so they began walking here and there. I didn’t pay much attention to them since I was trying to teach some of the students how to correctly graph a parabola. But the noise was beginning to take its toll on me.So I stood toweringly on the pavement so that I could reassert my authority once more inside the class. I could sense some of my students felt my insurgency though. They began hushing their shrilling classmates on the side of the door. But those students would not listen as they were playing with a cockroach.

Though I am afraid of the roach, I walked towards the group, then kicked the cockroach outside the room and stared at the students irritably. I almost lost it then.So before I would say something, I erased the writings on the board hurriedly then walked out of the room.

Minutes after, the students were outside the department. They were saying sorry to me. Good thing I kept my coo ldown and just told them to never do it again.

Outsider

Ever since I have been a student teacher in the UPIS, I’ve been extremely cautious about my personal stuffs. Being an outsider, all they knew about me was my first name, not even my full name. I never gave out my full name since I know they will add me up on social networking sites. Besides, I don’t want to them to see how I am as a student. I know I am not the perfect role model for them so might as well not share my life fully. But one funny incident happened int he university.

While my buddy and I were preparing for our buddy performance, we rushed to the SC to buy some sticker tattoos and inflatable balloons. While waiting for our turn at the cashier, I started inflating the balloons to save some time. After doing so, I handed over the pink balloon to my buddy. And to my surprise, I saw one of my students looking at me while I was handing the pink balloon. She started giggling and I knew right there what she was thinking. And I smiled back at her, shaking my head as if saying you are so wrong. The next morning, I smiled once more at her inside the class as if nothing ever happened.

Indifferent

I just finished my discussion on radicals and exponents. I was just glad that my students enjoyed the activity I prepared and they looked like they learned the topic well. I said goodbye to my class and I was busy erasing the writings on the board when one student whom I thought was indifferent, told me stridently, “Sir, apply na lang kayo dito sa UPIS pagka-graduate nyo. Best ST na kayo, Sir.” And his classmates were so shocked that they all stared at me and waited for my answer. All I ever said was “Thank you, mag-lunch na kayo.” But this was definitely one of my best moments in UPIS, ever.

Love Stories

Love Stories. We all had or will have at least one. Each one is unique, each having its own twist and turns. Some are blessed they have plenty of these wonderful tales. Some others are not as fortunate.

But we all can relate to a love story no matter what the narrative is. That’s because we all have a faithful heart, hoping that it will eventually throb for the person destined to us.

And like how beautiful sunsets need cloudy skies, oftentimes love stories don’t start with bliss.But it will never, ever end in melancholy.

"Nothing Ever Hurt Like You"

Why am I even hurting myself more?
Lurking over your photos, your tweets and your conversations.

I wish I could finally say I am happy for you.
But I am not.
And I will never be.
‘Cause I still think I deserve you more.

Chances, I asked more than once.
And just when I thought you’ll give me one,
You dashed my hope in a glance.

So I guess it will stay this way forever.
I will still get hurt just by looking over your pictures.

And until I gave up that one last chance,
Nothing will ever hurt like you.

"Before You Walk Out of My Life"

You found me under that faint, blue light
Ruined, damaged and broken.
Pulled me out of that hollow mess,
You brought me back to my aching nest.

From there, I thought we were into something.
You made my summer nights interesting.
And I built my world around you,
Only to find out the universe conspires against me.

You made me believe a lie,
That I am the only one you brought inside.
And there he was, sitting in my throne.
He picked you up and your love, already honed.

Before you walk out of my life,
Throw me back in to the dirt I once belonged.
There someone would stare at my loneliness,
And I’ll never be alone anymore.

That Red Thing

In a few days time, you’ll start your work, you’ll get busier than ever and you’ll get paid to do something you may not even like. You waited for this. And so it will begin.

Your love-hate relationship with your bum life is not getting any better. Your head throbs by mere thought of expenses you are about to get. Funny how you think of that when all you have now is a thousand peso kept for emergency, there in your wallet for the longest time. Yet your plans are quite “grand” but achievable. And like a parent to his sibling, I am quite supportive.

In a few days time, you’ll get something I may not fully encourage. But this is what you want and this is something more convenient for you. And I do get your point about this. Though I am quite apprehensive, I am letting go of that red thing. The red thing you once associate with someone more important. The red thing I was forced to acquire just to bridge the gap between us. The red thing which I correlate with you since in that world, I have you and only you, satisfying that exclusivity I always wished for. But I am supportive and (something)…

I envy them. You let them enter the world I could only wish for. But you told me not to. So I’ll accept that fact that I should not demand for something deeper and riskier. So as to preserve whatever we’ve been protecting. I would still ask for my shot though. And until the red thing’s still up, I will push for my chance of a lifetime.