Anyone can go beyond a step ahead the ladder when he uses the global language. And if I said anyone, I mean it. To tell you, if a person can communicate well with others using the so called global language, he will have the edge amongst competitors. This isn't a challenge. This is a must for us, Filipinos, to comply for the improvement of the nation we're living in and the individual that we are.
English is a language of the Philippines. We can't deny the fact that we are separated geographically from countries wherein people consider it as their native tongue. But then, the difference isn't just geographically but also economically. As you see, comparing our nation to big English-speaking countries is so not a good idea. Philippines couldn't surpass or even level with other nations when it comes to a lot of fields. Our nation is such a pity; But we can uplift ourselves from being degraded by not only knowing what English is but internalizing it as well. Learning the English language isn't just about nouns, verbs, or adverbs. learning it is being able to apply it in various life situations. It is not about knowing the literature of word but knowing when and where to use it. English is plainly a thing that we must learn to adapt ourselves into.
Monday, September 20, 2010
Sunday, September 5, 2010
My Teacher, My Hero
Teachers are amongst people whom I see from a day to day basis. I can't help but wonder why did they chose to walk the path of art of teaching; Didn't they have any other plans other than this? One said, "I could be a doctor now if I didn't practice teaching." Another one said, "I never really planned to land on this job but I wanted change." If love is a sacrifice, wouldn't you agree that teaching is too?
I encountered a lot of teachers since nursery. They have different vibes and attributes but all share the same passion -- teaching. I remember one Math teacher I had. She was so inviting that you can have a casual talk with her. She's one in a million. Another kind, Math teacher came to my rescue when I messed up my face with floor wax while I was cleaning in our classroom. She was the one who took it off. I also remember my advisers who chose me to read the daily gospel in front of the whole grade school department. Another one also asked me to lead a prayer in a quiz bee. And one thing I would never forget is that an English teacher made me read the First Reading in a Friday mass in front of the grade school and college crowd. These are but simple things my teachers did to me and I can already hear some saying, "who cares?" but the mere fact that they made me smile and feel special for even just a short span of time is something to be thankful about. They may have already forgotten my whole being but one thing's for sure. They, my teachers would remain engraved in my heart. If ever I might forget them too, one way or another, time would make me recollect all the past happenings in my life and maybe you'll just find me in the corner of the room smiling out of nowhere.
Unlike superheroes, teachers don't fly around the sky and say, "*insert name*, to the rescue!"; But like superheroes, they save lives and eventually, make people happy. Though majority of the teacher population have terrors, favoritisms, and well... boring ones, there are still those who stand out with their pure heart. Being a teacher doesn't end when the school bell rings. A true one does his job, his advocacy outside the school grounds.
I encountered a lot of teachers since nursery. They have different vibes and attributes but all share the same passion -- teaching. I remember one Math teacher I had. She was so inviting that you can have a casual talk with her. She's one in a million. Another kind, Math teacher came to my rescue when I messed up my face with floor wax while I was cleaning in our classroom. She was the one who took it off. I also remember my advisers who chose me to read the daily gospel in front of the whole grade school department. Another one also asked me to lead a prayer in a quiz bee. And one thing I would never forget is that an English teacher made me read the First Reading in a Friday mass in front of the grade school and college crowd. These are but simple things my teachers did to me and I can already hear some saying, "who cares?" but the mere fact that they made me smile and feel special for even just a short span of time is something to be thankful about. They may have already forgotten my whole being but one thing's for sure. They, my teachers would remain engraved in my heart. If ever I might forget them too, one way or another, time would make me recollect all the past happenings in my life and maybe you'll just find me in the corner of the room smiling out of nowhere.
Unlike superheroes, teachers don't fly around the sky and say, "*insert name*, to the rescue!"; But like superheroes, they save lives and eventually, make people happy. Though majority of the teacher population have terrors, favoritisms, and well... boring ones, there are still those who stand out with their pure heart. Being a teacher doesn't end when the school bell rings. A true one does his job, his advocacy outside the school grounds.
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