Walk out

Brother Willie, our school president said that if we don't like our teachers, we should walk out of class and submit a letter of complaint to the dean.

That's a good thing actually. I just don't know if somebody will ever dare. You know the culture here, we're so playing safe that we don't want to risk our lives to some Andres Bonifacio martyrdom issue.

To all those who would be wasting their time to at least see what's up in this blog, may I recommend some instances that would signal the war against some irresponsible inefficient teachers.

You should walk out of class if:

1. Your teacher is a bore and only he and the first person in the first row understand each other

2. Your teacher is a book maniac and all he does in the classroom is to read your textbook like some grade 1 discovering reading for the first time

3. Your teacher and the blackboard understand each other

4. Your teacher is a cellphone addict and he spends 80% of your class texting

5. Your teacher doesn't consider opinions coming from you or your other classmates

6. Your teacher is lousy that he defines teaching by the number of seatworks or research works he could ambush his students

7. Your teacher don't know how to solve a math problem or to explain an english phrase

8. Your teacher has started babbling about his all so wonderful life for the nth time which are all actually definitely absolutely out of the topic

9. Your teacher is frequently late, if not absent

10. Your teacher don't know how to teach!

Speak up. It's your right!

Bloggie Thinking

After I attended a seminar on Blogging last Feb 2, I feel like I wanna go blogging all my life and get rich.

Maybe I really wanted to get rich. Maybe I'd like to live the digital era and earn. Maybe I do, maybe I don't.

This week is such a real stressful week and I only get connected ot the internet once in a week and I fail to update this journal. Things got really hectic, you know. I've got tons of problem sets again plus tons of extra curricular activities. Hindi na talaga ako nagbago.

Once in my life, I told myself na gusto ko nang maging simple ang buhay ko. You know, no extra curriculars. Kaya lang hindi pwede eh, Nakakabit na ata sa system ko. Parang ang lungkot ng mundo pag walang extra.

"Eh, ngayon ba't reklamo ka ng reklamo?????"

Ehehe... Wala eh, pagod lang, pero masaya naman.

"Eh anong ending ng entry na to????"

Wala lang. Siguro, this is just what this blog is for, para sa mga walang kakwenta kwentang sentimyento ko sa buhay. Haha.

GHOST DREAMS

I used to believe that being the BEST is man’s duty to himself, that mediocrity is a crime and being the best is man’s only destiny, nothing less.

When I stepped in college, I promised that I’ll be the best that I can, so I spend all my time pouring in my academics knowing that my success will ultimately make me the happiest person in the world. I want to excel and that’s the only thing I’ll settle for.

I did have my glorious days. Getting perfect in my Chemistry midterms in my freshmen days and seeing my name posted all over our college paved the way for me. People begun to recognize me and this made me real proud about myself. I have been famous in my own right and my college begun to trust me in competitions. With the luck I didn’t know I possess, I won in some of them. In my second semester, I was first place in the Star Honors and I could never be more proud of myself. My high school acquaintances and teachers were very proud of me and I felt like there could be any better feeling than being the best. I started to get close to a lot of people and I know I’m getting closer to my dreams.

It was in my sophomore years when I realized something is amiss in my near perfect life. Despite all the glory I claim to have made of myself, I felt so lost, lonely, incapacitated, hollow and empty. I felt so miserable. I spend my weekends crying like a stupid. Everything just doesn’t make sense. I did not get into Cloud nine but I felt like I was just hanging in the air. I was groping in some darkness I did not know where. I felt like there is this pit in my heart that keeps getting deeper as the days go by. There is this nagging feeling inside me that gets me all confused. I succumbed to this loneliness and I embraced despair like a friend.

I was this miserable for how many months until I realized that I was actually missing something in my existence. And I am more than determined to search for whatever will complete this void.

There, I found GOD.

He was just there, and I did not see him. He was there all along.

He was just there in those times when my life revolves in the magnificence of my achievements. He was just there when my I clung for fame. He was just there when I defined my life by the number of trophies and certificates I bring home and the weight of the medals hanging in my neck. He was just there playing the cards for me. It was not luck that gave me what I have, it was Him. It was actually Him who gave me the prestige I claimed to earn on my own. He was just there, and I did not see Him.

I lost my glory days. There are no lime lights anymore. I stopped soaring on the success I have defined and worked hard to achieve.

I took the time to slow down, to soften my pace and see what is around me. That time, I saw the flowers. I saw my classmates. I saw them like I’ve never seen them before, because the truth is, I did not find time to look at them, or smile at them. I took time to think and ravel on the moments of my life, to look back of all that happened in my day and find happiness in them. I dedicated more time in thinking, in philosophizing, in looking at the great wonders of life. I began to see the little blessings I did know I have. I began to appreciate how blessed I am, my studies, my friends, my classmates, my parents. I began to see the world in a new light.

I don’t have to rely on my strength anymore. I don’t have to kill myself to gain recognition, because it doesn’t greatly matter now as much as it mattered before. Life has a new meaning now, and this time, there are no pits, no loneliness, no despair.

I don’t have to be the best in the world just to be happy. If I am not the best in the world by the world’s standard, I don’t really care. After I’ve done all the most of what I have, God will fill in the missing parts. The one I have is greater than anything in this world. I don’t have to rely on my self alone to make things happen because when we trust Him, he able to do anything according to His will. Nothing is impossible with Him.

I used to believe that success is everything, that all achievement lies in one’s effort to be the best. I thought that will make me happy, but I was greatly wrong. I was so wrong to cling to the things that won’t last. Time will come that all my achievements will be forgotten and my name unknown, but I don’t have to kill myself to leave a mark in this world, because what matters most, is the mark I’ll leave in the pages of the Great Book. And in real life, that’s what really counts.