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This short-term teaching experience will never be forgotten. Being in a company of educators, lecturing in front of the young citizens who have mixed attitudes and levels of intelligences, meeting and talking with my students’ parents, supporting the students in their endeavors, and performing many other things which I only encountered once in my life when I became a teacher—a “ma’am” or “miss” in the eyes of the majority.

I’ve always been saying that teaching was never part of my plan, ever since. But because of destiny, maybe He wanted me to experience how life and time travels when you become a teacher…or maybe He wanted me to experience the same hardship and fun encountered by my father during his time as a high school teacher, or feel the daily sacrifices of my mother as a rural public school teacher…or maybe He wanted me to meet and befriend new, radiant people, as youthful, as bubbly, as smart, and as gifted as the students of 3rd year-Garnet and Amethyst and 2nd year-Emerald and Sapphire.

For only about two months, I’ve learned to love my students, not as my sons and daughters, but as my younger brothers and sisters. With them, I was brought back to the days when I was also in the same place as where they are now. And I can so much relate with them especially with those who are good in creating jokes and making the whole class laugh, as I was also like that during my high school years.

For a span of two months, I’ve discovered how hard life is when you are a teacher—studying and mastering the topic you have to discuss to your students, managing the class (which I admit I am poor of), reprimanding hard-headed and disrespectful students (which despite the several times you rebuke them, they will insistently and continuously do), writing lesson plans (which I hate the most as it eats most of my time), checking numerous papers and recording scores, waking up early, and more things (which are many to mention) that make teaching difficult which brought me to the conclusion that “teaching is sacrificing”. I also noted that while the students are learning from what you have discussed, you are at the same time learning from them. So there is still that “student-teacher rapport and interaction”.

During my time as teacher (as much as possible), I strived to have a fun-learning classroom lecture and activity. However, later I realized that teaching is not really for me (I can feel what my impulse and instinct are telling me). And I don’t want to stay for a long time in a place where I don’t think I am fitted into. That’s why the decision of resigning was formulated before October embarks.

There are still many deserving individuals than me. I am heartily giving this up because I am not for this field…teaching is not for me. And I think it is better to quit early than to let people hope and believe that I love this and I am dedicated to my job though I give full effort to be an effective educator.

At first, I got no problem with the students. I found them prim and proper. But days after, they let their colors show. I understand because it’s high school; it’s the peak of fun and enjoyment and I also did the same thing when I was in high school. There are still a lot of things I would like to share about my students but my brain is emptied because I’ve started missing them.

To put a permanent period to this post, I would just like to say that I love my students but I am not interested with teaching. I felt anew with the responsibilities because this was not the course I have studied and teaching is not my cup of tea.