Sunday evening. MRT, homebound.
B: So, what do you wanna do after this two year fellowship?
Me (without even thinking): I just wanna find a job that would make me rich!
B: You see, this experience is really an eye-opener! Being poor sucks!
Hmm.... I don't wanna linger on her last statement. I'll discuss that some other time.
Me: A teacher can only do so much. Aside from us, there are other factors affecting this entire system. Kids happened to be the victims. Parental education should really be a priority, should include population education and family planning. Voters' education too. We need government officials who will really support education.
B: That is so smart! What you said are all true!
Me (in my head, wanting to scream at her face): I know, and being poor doesn't suck if you must know!
But no, I just kept silent.
Seventy days or lesser, SY 2013-2014 is about to close. My first year of teaching is about to commence. First half of my fellowship is about to be completed. Signing the commitment letter for my final year of fellowship is something I am still thinking of.
I thought, when I signed up for this, I knew what I had signed for. All I wanted to be is a teacher. I had never thought that it will be this hard, emotional and financially-challenging.
Times up for now.
(.....to be continued)
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