Passionate About Teaching Quotes Novels & Stories

Oh no, kaya ayokong i-open up ito sa kanila dahil alam kong hindi sila papayag. "I don't like business thingy mommy," nakapalumbaba kong sabi, pero may diin. Kinakabahan dahil baka tuluyang magalit sila at the end pipilitin nila ako sa gusto nilang Unibersidad. "I love teaching mom," dugtong ko muli. "I really do," sabi ko at tumingin sakanilang lahat. I know this is just a challenge or a test for me kung susuko ba ako or not.

Fortunately, it's Christmas break, so there are no classes, no paperwork, no lesson plans, and no teacher responsibilities. Teaching is my passion, but in my current state, I feel like I can't face my students properly. I want to be alone to think and to indulge in my bitterness. I just want to be free. Free to be myself. Wala kong gana pero pinilit ko ang sarili ko na tumayo. Nagpasya akong maligo muna, sa labas na lang ako kakain dahil wala talaga akong ganang gumawa ng kahit ano ngayon.

"Come again? My apologies, I did not hear what you said. "Of course you won't hear me because you are listening to music in the middle of my discussion." He looked at his students and pointed at me like he did awhile ago. "Anyone else in the class who's not interested in my lesson just like her? You can get out of my class; I don't waste my time teaching someone who's not into learning. It's like forcing a dog to read."

Hindi ko na napigilan ang lungkot, sakit, at galit sa mga taong makikitid ang pag-iisip. “Don’t worry, Faith,” sagot niya, ramdam ko ang sinseridad sa kanyang boses. “Nagawan ko na 'yan ng paraan. Hindi ko hahayaang mawala sa’yo ang passion mo. I know you love teaching. You love your job. And you need a job.”

Walang tao rito kundi ako kaya pinakawalan ko na ang kanina ko pang pinipigilang pag-iyak. Bigla kong naalala ang sinabi niya…. “I love teaching pero may mas importante akong dahilan.” Kaya pala, dahil dumating na yung hinihintay niya. Umuwi lang ito nang bansa, Nakalimutan na agad ni Gray lahat ng pangarap niya.

si Sam. "Oo, I really love teaching here kaya heto at nagtuturo pa rin ako rito. Grabe, bigla ko tuloy naisip na ang tanda ko na pala. Kapwa-guro ko na rin ang dating makukulit kong estudyante," biro niya pa at lumingon sa akin. Mabilis kong iniwas ang tingin ko at huminga nang malalim. This isn't the time para maging duwag ka, Ginnie. Kung kaya niyang umarte na parang maayos lang ang lahat, dapat kaya mo rin.

“I understand. Life is never the same once you step into another chapter. But sometimes, teaching does not end within the four walls of a classroom. The way I see it, you are already teaching—through the strength you are showing, through the choices you are making for your child.” Bahagya akong natawa, ngunit may halong luha ang mata ko. “That’s comforting, Ma’am. Pero iba pa rin ang pakiramdam kapag nakatayo ka sa harap ng klase. I feel alive whenever I share knowledge, when I see their curious eyes, when I witness them learn something new. Pero ngayon… my world revolves around Atticus and our baby. At hindi ko alam kung paano ko pagsasabayin iyon.”

Hilig ko pa naman aang mag-absent. "I chose this class," his tone changed. "Because I know no one could handle you, and I know I can. I can change all of your mindset from stooping down to being proud. Please, don't let anyone to manipulate you and keeps you apart from who you are in the future. You might be a billionaire someday or more than that." Napangiti ako sa sinabi niya. Ibig sabihin ay talagang hinahangad din niya ang tagumpay ng mga estudyante niya. He is not just a teacher. He is a motivator.

Sometimes, when the morning is quiet and the city is still asleep, he’ll pull me close and dance with me in the living room, music or no music. I love teaching. I love the chaos, the noise, the way kids’ eyes light up when you finally get through to them. I love the challenge, the tiny victories, and the way I see bits of my old self in some of my students—young, uncertain, but full of hope. The faculty is different now; there’s no longer a shadow in the halls, no more secrets to hide. I walk the corridors of St. Margarette with my head held high, and when the old anxieties creep in, I remember how far I’ve come.

“For good na din kasi, Ma’am. Siguro… hindi talaga para sa akin ang trabahong ito. But I really did enjoy teaching, kasi pangarap ko ‘yon eh.” Alam niyang mahirap ipaliwanag, pero hindi rin niya kayang itanggi ang katotohanang gusto niya ang pagtuturo. Isang bahagi ng puso niya ang masayang nagtuturo, nakikisalamuha sa mga estudyante, at nagbabahagi ng kanyang kaalaman. Pero sa ngayon, kailangan niyang harapin ang ibang bagay—mga bagay na hindi na niya maaaring ipagpaliban.