I may not want to think over it, I don’t want to be sound so “oa” and “emo”, but I am really so down with no reasons. Ah stress of perfectly crafting the lesson for each level just to meet their individual needs and re-assessing various areas of development. And to add up more, I will be making a different outline course for a special kid/ student. I already have a diagnosed ADHD student, who just enrolled, and now I was asked if I am amenable to handle a mentally challenged student. Somehow I was caught by red yet, I politely told my boss that it isn’t really a big deal with me as long as the parents won’t expect an excellent end-result, progress, and development. We perfectly knew it, these individuals display slow progress or for some cases, no progress at all. So the deal has been closed. I am learning though, and such an experience help me to be more adept with my teaching career in a different scenario. As one of my punchline says, I love teaching, be it in whatever ways. So now, I’m embracing it. But, is this really what makes me so down and lonely? Partly yes, but I’m so lost in thought and now I knew the culprit. We, women, often have this dilemma of hormonal syndrome called pre and post menstrual syndrome. It’s a monthly cycle that’s so dreadful. It’s manifestations vary. And women, found various ways too to soothe the uneasy feeling. For me, I just took a short stroll from the bank to the mall. And bet what I’ve got for myself that made me reminisce early years in school comes month of June? It’s a sheer school material that lit up my mood. The fruity erasers that come in many shades. There comes the grapes, strawberry, pineapple, lemon, watermelon and banana. I quickly grabbed one and paid for it right away and the thought came rushing that perhaps, this might be my one of my visual aids for my younger students. I knew the element of excitement and the dash of surprise when they see things that are bright and something new. Still down? Not anymore. My point is, we all have the ways and means to relieve the tensions deep down. It may be a fancy thing, but there’s no rule as what amount one has to shell out as remedy.
Next in line is my forever loved nuts of all. Pistachios. I just bought one small pack (expensive) because it’s been a couple of months ago when my dear “cousin” brought me a handful from abroad and it was a whirlwind. Gone by the wind right away. And finally, Broas with love, a sweet biscuit-like snack made of egg yolks, sugar, flour and vanilla. This is popularly known as one of the pride of Bohol. Eventually, I’m all set, ready for the first half of my class sessions for the entire evening. Thank you Lord for even such simple ways, they make me take life simplier too.
