Experience teaches you the hard way.
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| Photo credits to Luminaria - Durham, NC |
I remember the life I had ten years ago. I was a fresher in college then, taking up
Bachelor in Secondary Education major in English. Things changed somehow when I turned 18. I shifted
to General Science as a major. Since then,
everything became smooth-sailing.
I would always admire my group. They call us young scientists, intuitive and
adventurous as we were; we always prove them right. My future was set then. I’ll rise to the top;
I’ll do better than my batch mates; I’ll enroll in post graduate courses, and
be one of the best science teachers in the country. When I was absorbed by my
Alma Mater, I stood grateful and happy for taking the first steps towards my
dreams.
I was good. I’d often receive positive feedback and
thumbs up from my mentors and school head.
My board rating was high and most importantly, my students learn from
me.
I didn’t see it coming. When I transferred to my current school, I was
assigned a teaching load in the English department. The excellence-driven me accepted the
challenge. How ironic! I was supposed to
teach Biology in either of the two universities where I was accepted. And there I was trapped in a school that offered
me an English load. That was how I treated the matter then.
