I arrived at 11:25 at school, and I was surprised to see Kenli waiting for me at the gate. I asked him how he was and he just said, "Sana pala hindi ko na pinasa ang grade 3." "Bakit?" I asked. "Kasi ang bait mo. Nakakamiss ka na, teacher." I felt a hole in my … Continue reading The Moments I Share with Them
Many of my students last year keep on coming back to our Grade III building just to take my hand and put it on their foreheads. In Filipino, that sign of respect is what we call the act of pagmamano. When I was a student, I never did that to any of my teachers. Whenever I would … Continue reading Why do they long for kisses and hugs?
Many would ask, "why are you visiting each one of them? What's your purpose?" Some would even question, "how do you fit that in your schedule? How do you do that?" But actually, the real question is how do THEY do that? On the 19th of August, I created a blog post entitled "The Child … Continue reading Fifty-Four Visits
His name is Glen Mark. Glen Mark Melorin. I chose him to be visited last, since technically, he was the first. The reason for my first visit was simple: he mocked me in class. I almost cried because of him. How could I make him believe that I am trustworthy? How could I make him … Continue reading Visit Number 54
Her name is Angelica. Angelica Liton. I rarely hear Angelica's voice while in a conversation with a classmate, except when she'd tell on someone. So when we went to his father and talk nonstop to her cousin (which was not really her cousin), I was surprised. "Ang liit pala ng boses mo." Angelica just smiled. … Continue reading Visit Number 53