Date Posted: April 2, 2012 BWAHAHA. LATE!
That's Sir Pit and and my timang face, It takes a brave soul for me to asked him for that. HAHAHAHAHA.
Okay..
This semester has been the longest and the best for me, so far. In terms of learning, BIGTIME. In experience, COCK-A-HOP; money, leadership, maturity and professionalism, and how to get what you get in ten years in two days. HECK. But meeting this spine-chilling teacher makes the highlight. First impression: He looks like my father, only that they don't have the same fashion sense. This is the first time I was under him.
First day of school when I told my classmates that he will be my teacher for English and Philo, their reactions are like telling me that its the end of the world and I should drop the subject and kill myself. Of course I don't believe them. I just pretended I was scared to satisfy them, I told them I'm gonna hang myself. Joke. Hehee. I was not even threatened. But here comes the antagonist-like classmate who suddenly popped in the conversation and "Dili gyud ka pwede ma late saiya ana, maulawan gyud ka, mang drop pa gyud nah siya kong mag sige kag absent". Scared. I was Scared, really. I am not good in punctuality and I have never been awarded as the perfect-in-attendance-pupil in grade school. I Panic. Seriously. I rushed myself to the registrar to change my destiny. Pero mapaglaro ang tadhana. I found out that he was the only teacher for English 5 and the only available teacher for my Philo. I was left with the options; to deal with the teacher or to graduate on 2014.
Of course I choose to deal.
The semester started and I consider my Tuesdays and Fridays hell days. I see him in the morning for philo and afternoon for english. Every time I came in his class, I try to switch myself into something I am not; demure, silent and behave. Hehehe. I used to slapped my face when I get sleepy in his class, I can't afford to let him know that I am bored. He's so rigid; show your phone: he'll look at you like he's gonna throw you in the window. Check your face in the mirror: he's gonna tell you "this is not a parlor!" and looks at you for 2minutes like he's gonna eat your head. Laugh and chit-chat in his class, he's gonna sermon you for 30minutes, calls you a cheerleader and let you talk to the DSA or the guidance counselor. He announces students who are already dropped in his class, he is a good attendance checker. He is the only teacher I knew that encourages student to absent and not to attend his class. His eyes, when angry, are like the sunlight, you can't bare to look at it. His exams are the hardest. One time, he called my attention because of my absences, he called me "Inday" I was lucky, 5 absences, I'm still not dropped.
1 month before the semester ends, I realize that he's not that bad. no-joke. Let's just say, I know how to look at the brighter side of it. God knows how much I dang waking up in the morning. I am not a good early-riser, and lets just say that the monsterous teacher taught me how to wake up early? Hehehehe. Which is I consider an improvement. I realize that a single absent can kill you in the finals. It felt good when you know you are responsible. I learned how to deal with deadlines. and it really takes to deal a monster-like teacher to realize that, huh?
It is not actually Sir Pit that really scares me, It is the responsibility that I have to go through because he is what my classmates describes him to be; evil, strict, inconsiderate and tough. After all, he is a good teacher, like my father, he is a good disciplinarian. What makes him bad is our attitudes towards schooling; We love teachers who give us easy life, we cherish teachers who don't bother to count our absences, we appreciate teachers who never gives us pressure to study exams because we are confident that we can just simply tap our classmates for answers and we don't call it cheating, teamwork and sharing blessings is our term, and that "YES!" (plus the happiest faces) when a teacher is absent.
Yes. We are a bunch of ABNORMALS, EVILS AND THIEVES. Its us, not Sir Pit or those terror teachers that we hate. Char!
I salute Sir Noel Pit for being such a BEAUTIFUL MONSTER : )
and I hope you won't be able to read this.
