Tomorrow will be a day off from work. Thank you Lord. In a nutshell, my professional life is practically drowned with papers for the past few weeks. It is a mystery how I was able to get that energy to check all those papers and compute the prefinal grades of almost 200 students. I just keep wishing that the 2nd Term is over. Come next week, I have 200 Final Grades to compute and I just can’t wait for the afternoon of December 20 to come so that I am free of my responsibilities in school. Come next term, I am slated to have another bunch of 200 students in my 5 QUATECH classes. I really don’t know why students are enrolling in my classes given the fact that there are other more competent and seasoned teachers than me handling the same subject. Though I need not worry myself with that now, I’ll just cross the bridge when I get there. At least, that will be a test of my classroom managerial skills. I have to devise and employ an efficient system in checking papers, administering quizzes and delivering lessons. This calls for Operation: Methods Improvement, a part of my academic life evolution. And besides, it is good to know that I still have a job waiting for me. That means DLSU is still interested in my services, a situation that is quite ironic compared to that of a couple of years back. In January 2004, I literally had to "sell" myself to other departments just to have teaching loads. You wouldn’t believe this but I have serviced 4 deparments in a span of 5 schoolyears. After giving teaching demos to other departments, I was dismissed right away just like that. Unfortunately, I landed only with 3 units, which is 1 ALGE101 class. My mind was racing, how could I finance my graduate studies teaching only 1 class as Lecturer 1 and I will be graduating in a few months’ time. On top of that, my pension plan’s premiums are due the next month. My dad, at that time too, was already showing signs of failing health. We thought it was just a simple ulcer. It was only later that year when we learned that it was an outward sign of lymphoma, which manifested itself as a gastrointestinal tumor. It was a good thing I had tutorials to keep my afloat. Believe me, I even applied in the English language Department as an ENGLONE teacher. Third term teaching load always was a big problem for me back then. One thing I have learned from that experience is RESOURCEFULNESS. When it rains, it pours. Sometimes, God gives us the strength to carry on with our lives no matter how uncertain the future looks. To be honest, there are times that I even doubt his existence, but given the fact that I am still alive and well makes all the difference.
Right now, my life is just going smoothly. It may not be perfect but it is fine. And I am planning to keep it that way for a long, long time. As long as I’m alive and kicking, I will do my best to overcome any pressure, and adversary, any shortcoming. There is always enough room to grow–spiritually, emotionally and intellectually. David Bowie & Queen say it best…
Under Pressure
David Bowie & Queen
Um boom ba bay
Um boom ba bay
Um Um boom ba bay bay
Pressure pushing down on me
Pressing down on you no man ask for
Under pressure
That burns a building down
Splits a family in two
Puts people on streets
Um ba ba bay
Um ba ba bay
Dee day duh
Ee day duh
It’s the terror of knowing
What this world is about
Watching some good friends
Screaming let me out!
Pray tomorrow takes me higher
Pressure on people
People on streets
Day day day
da da dup bup bup
Okay
Chippin’ around
kick my brains round the floor
These are the days
It never rains but it pours
Ee do bay bup
Ee do bay ba bup
Ee do bup
Bay bup
People on streets
Dee da dee da day
People on streets
Dee da dee da dee da dee da
It’s the terror of knowing
What this world is about
Watching some good friends
Screaming let me out!
Pray tomorrow takes me high high higher
Pressure on people
People on streets
Turned away from it all
Like the blind man
Sat on a fence but it don’t work
Keep coming up with love
But it’s so slashed and torn
Why why why?
Love love love love love
Insanity laughs under pressure we’re breaking
Can’t we give ourselves one more chance?
Why can’t we give love that one more chance?
Why can’t we give love give love give love?
Give love give love give love give love give love give love?
Cause love’s such an old fashioned word
And love dares you to care
For the people on the edge of the night
And love dares you to change our way
Of caring about ourselves
This is our last dance
This is our last dance
This is ourselves
Under Pressure
Under Pressure
Pressure