The Author's Unspoken Words (MGS Writings)

 In the depths of despair, a seed takes root, A whisper of courage, a resolute pursuit. Students unite, their spirits ablaze, Determined to break free from the haze. With pens as their swords and dreams as their shields, They challenge the silence, their truth revealed. No longer confined by the weight of the past, They forge a new path, their voices steadfast. In classrooms once dim, now vibrant and bright, They share their stories, igniting the night. Each tale a testament, each laugh a decree, That learning is more than just rote memory. The bell now tolls for a different refrain, A symphony of hope, breaking the chain. For every shadow that dared to invade, A chorus of dreams in the light is displayed. So let the principals hear, let them see, The power of unity, the strength of the free. For in the halls of silence, a revolution starts, With the echoes of laughter, and the beat of brave hearts.  

I have been experiencing some turbulence in my relationships with people who, I think, have not been too sensitive to me. But I’m not going to wear my heart on my sleeve here. Just a piece of my mind about how the experience has brought me into some level of understanding. Like most of the people I met and meeting, I used to respond to situations, mostly with my feelings. I assembled my emotional life around the behavior of other people towards me, which empowered them to be more in control of my life. When someone stepped on my toe, I would instantly mutter vindictively, cuss that careless passerby and throw a venomous tiger look. When someone lied to me, I told him to go to hell, so he could bring the devil a walking turd. When someone said I looked horrible, I told her she looked like a hag. When someone commented I am too fat, I told her, you are the richest woman walking on earth with no amount of water in your body as you face like a dried bark. When someone breaks my heart,...

After seeing a heartbreaking post from a chat group. I tried to comment a sad emoji but I second thought because I don’t want to be emotional, then  I find myself reflecting on the profound impact that my role as an educator has on both my life and the lives of my students. I am fully committed to my work, not merely to meet the expectations of my principal, but to ensure that I provide the best possible learning experience for the students who depend on me. Each day, I am reminded that my primary purpose as a teacher is to inspire and empower my students, helping them to learn and grow in ways that will shape their future, but I sympathize  In this vibrant stage of mid-life, I am energized by the opportunity to make a difference. I understand that my dedication to teaching goes beyond the classroom; it is about nurturing young minds and fostering a love for learning. I strive to create an environment where students feel valued and motivated, knowing that their s...