SIR PIT.

Date Written: March 20, 2012
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.

This one is for my strongest sister -- Jang.

The late post.

So meet my friend Jang-Jang, I have known her for almost 6 years already. I get to know her better on our 4th year in high school. Smart, Beautiful, Loud, Firm , four simplest words that I could describe her. I choose the simplest because It would for sure take the whole blog to describe her, really, time-consuming. But one thing is for sure, she's one of a kind.

and she is in the hospital now, already two weeks, fighting for his will to walk again. He was involve in a vehicular accident causing the lower part bone of her left leg to broke. She was just in bed after the accident, enduring the anguish of the broken bone. She can't stand, she cant even bare to sit. Everyday is a fight for fear and pain, I can't even imagine how or why does she cried so hard every time the nurse inject something on her dextrose (not directly to his arm), and then later it was explained, it was a medicine injected to the dextrose so it would penetrate directly to her vein, nerve that is very painful, stinging, that for me, something that is unbearable. Every time I came to visit her, I don't want to go near her, of course I am an emotional brat, I can feel her, seriously. I feel like I am in pain also when I saw her crying like she had no choice but to stick out on whatever pain she had to bear : ( She even celebrated her birthday at the hospital. She celebrated her birthday with the antenna-like fixer (made of metal, steel, im not sure) that is place on her leg after the operation, She celebrated her birthday with hours of crying and unimaginable pain that cause by the cold weather, causing the fixer to conduct the coldness and that numbs her leg completely. She blew her birthday candles with tears. I was there, I heard her calling her mom for help, I saw her make a face of agony, I saw her faded smiles as she endures pain, I may have never wipe a tear for her but it really do breaks my heart. One thing is certain, she is stronger than she thinks.

Ging,
Don't worry about everything because as what I've said, you are in a perfect situation for a perfect reason. There is no such thing as giving up now, you have a family who unconditionally loving you, you have a mother who you never heard a single blame, a mother who never complain of whatever sacrifices she have to do just to make you comfortable. You have a father who wants to bear the pain for you. Your mother even told me "Palangga gyud kaayo si Jang2 saiyang papa". You have friends who tried so hard to make you forget the pain once in a while, friends who spare time to visit you in spite of the schedule, friends who are willing to put up a fight with the security guards just to stay longer, friends who still laugh as much as they can even if you are crying hard just to make you feel like everything will be alright. Do not underestimate your capacity to regain, your fast recovery after your operation wasn't unexpected at all, you are strong  because you have family and friends that is better than medicine and dextrose, you have your family that is more effective than your fixer. YOU HAVE YOURSELF. Seek for what is in store for you, realize what is behind everything that is happening. Smile for everything that you have learned.


If God needs to break a bone, be it. A jang-jang has it all to crusade.


Jillian

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