Ang Mga Pagkakaiba ng Mga “Private” at Public School Teachers

Ang Mga Pagkakaiba ng Mga “Private” at “Public”  School Teachers

Ni Apolinario Villalobos

 

Iisa ang pagkakatulad ng trabaho ng mga guro, ma-private o ma-public man, at yan ay ang “layunin” ng kanilang ginagawa na magturo. Ang mga pagkakaiba ay nasa uri naman ng kanilang “employer”.

 

Ang employer ng public school teachers ay taong bayan dahil ang suweldo nila ay galing sa buwis. Ang employer naman ng private school teachers ay mga negosyante.

 

Maraming pinagdadaanang “butas” ang pera na kailangan ng mga public school teachers at marami ring sagabal na hindi kontrolado. Ang mga sagabal na ito ay nadadanasan ng mga public school teachers na nakatalaga sa malalayong barangay na ang iba ay nasa paanan o sa gilid ng bundok, at bago marating ay kailangang tumawid pa sa mga ilog. Samantala, ang mga private schools ay karaniwang matatagpuan sa mga barangay ng bayan at lunsod.

 

Kung may mga bagay na kailangan ang mga public school teachers, pupunta sila sa principal na sasangguni naman sa district office, na makikipag-coordinate naman sa mas nakakataas na opisina. KUNG NASAGAD NA PALA ANG BUDGET, NO CHOICE ANG PUBLIC SCHOOL TEACHER KUNDI DUMUKOT SA SARILING BULSA! Samantala, kung may kailangan ang private school teacher para sa pagtuturo, lalapit lang siya sa kanyang employer na negosyante na obligado namang gumastos…dahil negosyo niya ang eskwelahan. Yong isang dating schoolmate ko na may isang eskwelahan na ngayon, siya mismo ang namimili ng mga gamit sa eskwela dahil ayaw daw niyang masira ang quality ng pagtuturo ng kanyang mga teachers.

 

Pagdating sa suweldo, nakakaungos na ang mga public school teachers kahit kaunti dahil nagkaroon sila ng adjustment, pero kulang pa rin kung tutuusin, batay sa kanilang ginagawa. Samantala,  masuwerte ang mga teachers ng mga high-end o “class” na mga private schools na naniningil ng lampas-ulong tuition fees dahil malaki ang suweldo nila.

 

Dahil sa mga nabanggit, dapat ay tumahimik na lang ang mga pumupuna ng negatibo sa ginagawang diskarte ng mga public school teachers upang kahit walang nakukuhang suportang financial mula sa nakatataas sa kanila ay tuloy pa rin sila sa kanilang ginagawa, kaya kalimitan ay gumagastos sila ng sariling pera.  Hindi rin madaling lumapit sa PTA dahil marami nang pinagbawal lalo na pagdating sa contribution. Malabo rin ang pagboluntaryo ng mga magulang na todo-todo ang kayod kaya kulang pa nga kung tutuusin ang buong araw upang kumita para sa kanilang pangangailangan

 

ANG HIRAP KASI SA ILANG PILIPINO NA EWAN KUNG TANGA O NAGTATANGAHAN LANG, MALIMIT NA GINAGAWA AGAD KAPAG MAY PROBLEMA SA ESKWELA AY MAGTANONG NG, “BAKIT HINDI HUMINGI NG BUDGET?”, O DI KAYA AY, “BAKIT HINDI I-INVOLVE ANG PTA?”. THE BEST AY TUMAHIMIK NA LANG SILA!

Nimfa Gromio Castillo: Nag-night Class noong High School Hanggang Abutin ang Pangarap na Maging Titser

Nimfa Gromio Castillo: Nag-night Class noong High School

Hanggang Abutin ang Pangarap na Maging Titser

Ni Apolinario Villalobos

 

Kalimitan, kapag sinabing “night school student”, inaasahan nang nagtatrabaho siya sa araw. At, yan ang nangyari kay Nimfa G. Castillo na dahil sa pagtiyagang maipagpatuloy ang pag-aaral ay nakaraos din hanggang makarating ng kolehiyo at makatapos ng Bachelor of Elementary Education at nag-specialize sa Filipino. Ipinakita ni Nimfa na pwedeng pagsabayin ang pagtrabaho at pag-aaral. Mapalad siya at ang Notre Dame of Tacurong Boys High School ay nagbukas ng ganitong pagkakataon para sa mga may pangarap sa buhay.

 

Maganda ang pinili niyang kurso dahil malawak ang nasasaklaw nito, bukod sa pagtuturo sa mga bata. Noon kasing lumipat siya sa Cotabato City ay nabigyan siya ng pagkakataong maging tagapagsalita ng ahensiyang may kinalaman sa “4Ps” ng gobyerno. Isa siyang tagapagpaliwanag ng programa at dahil sa ginawa niya ay marami siyang nakausap na mga nanay na umasa sa programa upang kahit papaano ay madagdagan ang badyet nila sa gastusin ng isang anak man lang, sa eskwela. Ang iba sa kanila ay nagtitiyaga sa ugali ng mga asawang iresponsable, na ang iba ay “nag-aalaga” sa kanila ng walang humpay na pagbugbog. Ang mga kuwento nila ang lalong nagbigay ng inspirasyon kay Nimfa upang paigtingin ang paghubog sa mga batang tinuturuan niya.

 

Nagkurus ang landas namin sa facebook nang pumasok ang request niya para sa koneksyon namin na tinanggap ko naman agad. Subalit hanggang doon na lang kung hindi ko na-check ang kanyang facebook kaya nalaman kong teacher pala siya. Tuwang-tuwa naman ako dahil kabilang ang mga titser sa mga kinabibiliban ko.

 

Sa kanilang school ay nagko-coach siya ng elocution sa mga batang may potential na pinapadala nila sa mga paligsahan. At, para sa mga materyal na magagamit naman ay palagi din siyang kumukunsulta kay Ding Lazado na dati niyang teacher sa Notre Dame. Nakapagpanalo na si Nimfa ng pambato ng school nila na tinuruan, gamit ang isang isinulat ni Ding Lazado.

 

Angkan ng mga madasalin ang kinabibilangan ni Nimfa na nakatira sa New Isabela, isang barangay ng Tacurong at nagtuturo sa isang private prep school.  Kamag-anak din niya si Amor Taganas na  assistant ng kura paruko ng San Pedro Calungsod parish. Pareho silang tahimik lang kung magtrabaho, kimi, at mapagpakumbaba.

 

Kung paghubog ng ugali ng bata ang pag-uusapan, dapat ang titser na maghuhubog ay kakikitaan ng mga ugaling kailangan ng bata upang maging makabuluhang mamamayan ng bansa habang lumalaki siya….at yan ang pinapakita ni Nimfa. Pareho kami ng pananaw na dapat ang sistema ng edukasyon ay maibalik sa dati….kung saan, nagagamit uli ang mga libro at ang layunin ng mga ito ay upang makatulong sa mga bata, hindi magpakuba o magpahirap dahil sa dami ng binibitbit tuwing papasok sa eskwela.

 

May Isang Mandaraya…teacher pa!

MAY ISANG MANDARAYA

….TEACHER PA!

Ni Apolinario Villalobos

 

Ano pa nga ba at sa panahon ngayon

May mga pandarayang nangyayari

Sa lahat na halos ng pagkakataon;

Malakas ang loob ng mga gumagawa

Mukha’y makapal at matatapang pa

Pati ang konsiyensiya’y di alintana.

 

Paano kaya kung teacher ang gagawa?

Katulad ng nangyari sa isang bayan

Na maunlad, tahimik at mapayapa;

Nagpatimpalak, ginanap upang matuwa

Mga estudyante sa isang eskwelahan

At ang mga hurado ay mga maestra.

 

Nguni’t ng masaklap ay nakalusot pala

Ang isang hurado ng contest na ito

Dahil ang isang kasali ay nephew niya!

Itong teacher itinuloy pa ang  paghusga

Ganoong pinag-uusapan na ang isyu

Na kapalmuks siya at walang hiya talaga!

 

Dahil sa pangyayari, ano pang tiwala

Ang maipapakita sa mga teacher natin

Na dapat sana ay pagmamalasakitan?

Paano pa silang sundin ng mga kabataan

Kung katarantaduha’y ipinapakita nila

Kaya’t sila’y nililibak, sa halip na tularan?

 

ANG RESULTA….NANALO ANG PAMANGKIN NIYA!

 

A Surprise Visit to NDTC Molders of Youth…Ms. Norma Rafael and Mr. Morito Parcon (Davao City)

A Surprise Visit to NDTC Molders of Youth

…Ms. Norma Rafael and Mr. Morito Parcon (Davao City)

By Apolinario Villalobos

 

It was an unholy hour in the morning of Thursday, around 7AM when I trudged my way toward the gate of Ruby Subdivision to search for the home of the noted teachers of Notre Dame of Tacurong, the former Norma Rafael and Morito Parcon, but now lovey dovey partners for life. I took a tri-sikad (foot-pedaled pedicab) whose driver fortunately knew them, as Mr Parcon also served as a president of the homeowners association. When I knocked at their gate, it was their eldest, Toto, who answered my call and told me that his parents were attending that day’s Mass. I learned that they never miss a single Mass every day of the week.

 

The imposing Mt. Apo at 10,311 feet above sea level, practically loomed behind their home at the western dead-end portion of their “village”. The medicinal herbs that practically surround their home were a delight to the eyes. Due to the abundance of turmeric, they have ventured into packing of its powder form in capsules which at Php6 each could be considered the cheapest in the market. But one has to knock at their gate to make a purchase as their “business” is home-based and was originally intended to “kill” boredom and time to keep Mr. Parcon busy after having been hospitalized for a long time.

 

Our talk dwelt on the good old days in Notre Dame of Tacurong when Mr. Parcon was teaching Political Science in college while Ms. Norma Rafael was molding young girls at the former Girls Department which was under the administration of the Dominican Sisters (Order of Preachers). The college and Boys High School departments were, on the other hand, under the wings of the Oblate priests (Oblates of Mary Immaculate) with the assistance of the Oblates of Notre Dame (OND) Sisters.

 

Mr. Morito Parcon could well be considered as the historian of our city, for coming out with an extensively-researched book on her political history that covered the days when Buluan served as the “Mother Town” until the administration of Jose Escribano, the controversial mayor who got involved in a murder case. It took Mr. Parcon some time and loads of patient interview of pioneer leaders and settlers who came from the Visayas and Luzon, as well as hectic days of poring over filed records of early local government offices.

 

We mentioned names of his other students, some of whom were Ruel Lucentales, who was an Assistant Secretary of the Department of Social Welfare and Development (DSWD) at the time of his death, Jaime Bides who was a tour planning officer of the Marsman Travel and Tours, and later a businessman and resource person on spiritual matters, Renato Hingco who was connected with the Department of the Budget and Management (DBM) and Felizardo Lazado who was also with the DSWD before occupying an important position in the Ministry of Human Settlements later on. On the side of the Girls’ Department, names such as, Esther Bagsic, Talama Makilala-Saavedra, Rodina Ballena-Marasigan, Virgie Paragas, Esther Bagsic, Elma Darjan-Bides who is the current Tacurong City Accountant, and many more were mentioned. It was a meeting of quick reminiscences to the delight of my former teachers who, I had to help recall important moments in the past. For the photo opportunities, I asked them to pose in front of the tall and thickly growing wild sugar cane, crawling medicinal herbs, as well as, big pomelo look-alike and cure-all “magic fruits”. Some photos were taken with their eldest son, Toto.

 

I am sharing this experience to give an idea to viewers that even a simple visit can make important people in our life very happy…they who helped us grow into responsible citizens of the country. That is why, I smiled when, Mr. Parcon proudly declared, “I made them all”, referring to us, his students. Indeed, he did his best and I can attest to that!

 

 

 

Ms. Necessity…My Best Teacher, Ever!

In commemoration of the World Teachers’ Day/ October 6… (a reblog)

 

 

Ms. Necessity…My Best Teacher, Ever!

by Apolinario Villalobos

 

Each of us has one teacher in our lifetime that stands out. While others consider their Math teacher as the best, some consider their English teacher as one. Mine, is Ms. Necessity…my best teacher…ever!

 

Born without the proverbial silver spoon in my mouth since childhood, struggle has become synonymous with my life…but Ms. Necessity was always just a few feet ahead of me to show the way. For my thirst for knowledge at an early age, Ms. Necessity made me collect old newspapers that lined the inside of boxes of dried fishes that my parents sold in the market. For doing so, I earned not only bouts of pinches from my elder sister but ear- twitching, as well, because the bundles of papers that I brought home made them pinch their nose. I had to keep them under a bed and would bring them out when I was alone to admire the big letters that I would copy on our dusty yard. Every space of our yard would be filled with words copied from newspapers that smelled of dried fish…and so was I, too, at the end of the day.

 

When I finally entered a school room as a “visitor” (equivalent of the prep today), Ms. Necessity told me to use discarded plastic bags found in a dump beside a bakery near our home for my “school bag”, so I went there and gathered as many sturdy bags as I could find. I got me plenty of “school bags”, some of which I kept as spare. Our parents could not afford to buy us real school bags which during the time were considered as novelties that only the rich in our town could afford. Ms. Necessity also told me to make my own raincoat out of the discarded plastic bags. Not only was I able to make one for me, but also another one for an elder brother.

 

For school allowance, Ms. Necessity told me to sell ripe fruits of our star apple in the market on Saturdays and Sundays. Ms. Necessity also told me to ask our neighbor for their fallen ripe tamarind fruits so that I could sell them in school. Due to the abundance of bulgur wheat and oatmeal doled out by American missionaries in our school that I and my brothers brought home, Ms. Necessity told us to persevere on them for breakfast and lunch rather than go to school with empty stomach. Some months, the school was also given yellow corn meal that the Home Economics teacher cooked and given to the children during recess period. Ms. Necessity told me to fashion a cup out of pad paper to hold the gruel cooked into thick and sticky consistency that I slurped down without the use of spoon as I had none. The rest of the pupils brought cup or saucer and spoon. Those were my colorful elementary days, with Ms. Necessity beside me.

 

Later in life, after overcoming the pains of loss of loved ones and consistent wants, Ms. Necessity told me to persist and just go ahead in following my dreams which I did. She made me accept things as they were without any regret or complaint. Ms. Necessity told me that despite the vastness of life, it was brimming with opportunities for those who were not finicky and could be grabbed by dint of hard work. Many times did she remind me about it…that I proved to be just true.

 

What is nice about Ms. Necessity is that she never leaves me until now. I thank God, for giving me such a great teacher as Ms. Necessity!

 

 

Ms. Bernardita S. Paclibar and Ms. Nenita P. Bernardo…my beloved cousins, my strict teachers

Ms. Bernardita S. Paclibar and Ms. Nenita P. Bernardo

…my beloved cousins, my strict teachers

By Apolinario Villalobos

 

 

Looking back to the days when I was young, I fondly recall my cousins who have been part of my growing up. One was “Ms. Paclibar”, a cousin who was also my teacher in Grade Three, and who was known for her strictness. She was fair, as inside the classroom, I was treated as just one of her pupils. I also experienced spanking and ear-pinching. But every time I visited my “lola” Sayong, their mother, she would offer me fruits from their yard, especially, ripe guavas. If none has been picked on that day, she would tell her younger sister, Heidi (but I fondly called “Lily) to pick some for me.

 

She chose to stay single till the day she died, as were most of the teachers of the past years. It was a most appropriate decision because when their parents were ageing, she contributed a lot in caring for them. When I was in college, I recalled her hair to have changed color from brownish black into cloudy white, but fitted her mestiza features. That was also the time that she began calling me by my nickname, while I called her “nang Deting”,  as when I was in elementary she would call me in school by my family name. I failed to attend her wake and funeral as I was out of the country when the news of her demise reached me.

 

In college, a cousin was also one of my teachers, “Ms. Bernardo”. She handled our science subjects. A University of the Philippines graduate (BS Pharmacy), she was supposed to be a pharmacist by profession. But after a short stint in such field, she chose to stay put in our town and teach in the only Catholic school, the Notre Dame. Practically, she was among the pioneers of the school together with the Canzanas, Jamorabons, Romeros, Josefina Lechonsito, and, Mr. Nicolo who later became principal of the Tacurong Pilot School.

 

As a science teacher she was in-charge of the school “laboratory” with its donated few microscopes, few boxes of thin crystal slides, preserved insect specimen in jars of formalin, and science reference books. It was in that sparsely –furnished room where I saw my first amoeba and other flagellates, cross section of leaves and stems, and microbes in a drop of water from a canal. What took root in my memory was her admonishment of the whole class for the failure of one or two classmates , with a clear reminder that no one can help us but ourselves in order to have passing grades. Being a perfectionist, she expected all of us to pass, and eventually, graduate. We shared the same idea that the school and books can help but intellect is innate in all of us, hence, we become what we are by our own doing…which made me proud of her and our parochial school with its sparsely furnished library.

 

She exuded sophistication in her tailored dresses, mostly cotton, as she gracefully walked her way from their house to the school and her being slender helped a lot in radiating such image. Her seemingly eternally coiffed hair also added to her classiness.

 

Their father was our clan’s “Tata” who contributed a lot in making our town what it is today, a flourishing city, as he was a long-termer Vice-Mayor. When he finally succumbed to complications which forced him to stay home, my cousin and teacher whom we fondly call “nene Nita” stayed by his side, until a full-time caregiver was hired.

 

Today, at an advanced age of almost eighty, “nene Nita” lives at their ancestral house with her youngest sister, Judith, while the younger brother, Nonito, lives not far from them.

 

Both the Paclibars and Bernardos are among the pioneer families of Tacurong City. But, to my two strict teachers…and beloved cousins, my recognition is more than their being members of the prominent pioneer families of our place. They are among those to whom I owe much of what I am today.

Nagtutulungan Dapat ang mga Magulang at Guro sa Pag-agapay sa Batang Nag-aaral

Nagtutulungan Dapat ang Mga Magulang

At Guro sa Pag-agapay sa Batang Nag-aaral

Ni Apolinario Villalobos

 

Kadalasang maririnig sa magulang ng isang batang nag-aaral at nakitaan ng magaspang na ugali sa bahay ang, “yan ba ang itinuturo sa iyo ng titser mo?”. At ang titser namang taklesa o walang preno ang bibig ay nadudulas sa pagsabi sa batang sutil sa klasrum ng, “ganyan din siguro ang ginagawa mo sa inyo at hindi ka sinisita ng magulang mo!”

 

Kung may makitang hindi maganda sa isang batang nag-aaral, ang magulang at titser nito ay parehong may tungkulin sa pag-agapay o pag-alalay sa kanya upang mahubog nang maayos ang kanyang pagkatao habang lumalaki. Hindi sila dapat nagbabatuhan ng sisi. Dapat alalahaning magkaiba ang sitwasyon sa tahanan at sa paaralan kaya ang uri ng kanilang paghubog ay nagkakaiba rin, subalit may iisang layunin tungo sa kabutihan ng bata.

 

Ang mahirap lang ay kung ang mismong magulang ng bata ay wala man lang inilalaang panahon para sa anak dahil baka ni hindi man lang ito maipaghanda ng maayos na pagkain bago pumasok o di kaya ay mapaalalahanang magpakabait sa paaralan. Ganoong problema din ang kakaharapin ng bata kung ang titser niya ay hindi man lang makakapagparamdam ng pagiging “pangalawang magulang” sa labas ng tahanan. May ilang titser kasi na bukod sa malupit na sa mga bata ay halos nakatuon ang pansin sa mga oras ng recess, tanghali, at uwian.

 

May patakaran ngayon ang mga paaralan na dapat ay magulang o nakakatandang kapatid ang kumuha ng card ng batang nag-aaral, kaya sana ay gamitin ang pagkakataong ito upang maiparating ng mga guro ang mga hindi pangkaraniwang napansin nila sa bata. Ang problema lang ay kung sobra ang dami ng mga mag-aaral kaya hindi posible ang sinasabing “one on one” na pag-uusap ng guro at magulang. Subalit may kasabihan na kung kinakailangan ay may magagawang paraan, at diyan masusukat ang katapatan ng isang guro sa kanyang layunin, ganoon din ang magulang na nagbigay ng buhay sa bata na hindi naman humiling na siya ay iluwal.

 

 

Ang Mga “Textbooks” na ginawang “Workbooks”…marami nang mali, isang beses lang magagamit

Ang mga “Textbooks” na ginawang “Workbooks”
…marami nang mali, isang beses lang magagamit!
Ni Apolinario Villalobos

Hindi dapat pagtakpan ng kung anong dahilan at pagkabulol sa pagpapaliwanag ang mga mali sa mga textbooks na ginawang workbooks. Isang teacher ang ininterbyu sa radyo na panay ang gamit ng “yata”, “tila nga”, “siguro” sa pagtukoy ng mga mali na nakita sa isang textbook na ginagamit sa Grade 10. Dapat kung mali…mali, hindi na dapat magpa-ikot-ikot pa. Dinagdagan pa ng kalihim ng ahensiya, na kung may mga mali man, bahala na daw ang mga teacher sa pagwasto ng mga ito bago nila ituro, dinagdagan pa ng palusot na baka draft copy lang ang tinutukoy na libro na may 1,300 mali! Ganoon lang???!!!

Inaalipin na nga halos ang mga guro na sinusuwelduhan lang ng kapiranggot, dadagdagan pa nila ng trabaho, kaya tuloy maraming teacher ang namamatay sa sakit na TB…at nalalampasan ng pagkakataong makapag-asawa! Yong mga teacher naman sa mga liblib na barangay, nag-aabuno pa para makabili lang ng mga gamit ng mga batang kung pumasok sa eskwela ay walang laman ang sikmura.

Ang pagpapalimbag ng mga libro para sa mga eskwelahang pampubliko ay ginagastusan ng milyon-milyon, kaya dapat ay maparusahan ang mga nagpabaya. Mula pa man noon sa ilalim ng administrasyon ni Gloria Arroyo hanggang sa kasalukuyan, ay palagi nang may ganitong problema, subalit walang ginagawang pagparusa sa mga sangkot – mga sindikatong nagmamadaling gumawa ng pera. Bakit tahimik ang COA sa bagay na ito? At, bakit hindi ito imbestigahan ng Kongreso at Senado, mahilig din lang silang mag-imbestiga?

May problema na nga sa K-12 program, dinagdagan pa ng mga dati nang naipon, kaya wala nang dapat asahang magagawang maayos ang kagawaran ng edukasyon, na magaling lang sa pagtatakip ng mga kamalian. Ano pa ang aasahan sa mga batang ang pagmumulan ng ituturo sa kanila ay mali? Kawawang mga kabataang Pilipino…itinuring na pag-asa ng bayan, subalit nililinlang sa halip na nililinang o dini-develop ang kanilang kaalaman!

Ms. Necessity…My Best Teacher, Ever!

Ms. Necessity…My Best Teacher, Ever!

by Apolinario Villalobos

 

Each of us has one teacher in our lifetime that stands out. While others consider their Math teacher as the best, some consider their English teacher as one. Mine, is Ms. Necessity…my best teacher…ever!

 

Born without the proverbial silver spoon in my mouth since childhood, struggle has become synonymous with my life…but Ms. Necessity was always just a few feet ahead of me to show the way. For my thirst for knowledge at an early age, Ms. Necessity made me collect old newspapers that lined the inside of boxes of dried fishes that my parents sold in the market. For doing so, I earned not only bouts of pinches from my elder sister but ear- twitching, as well, because the bundles of papers that I brought home made them pinch their nose. I had to keep them under a bed and would bring them out when I was alone to admire the big letters that I would copy on our dusty yard. Every space of our yard would be filled with words copied from newspapers that smelled of dried fish…and so was I, too, at the end of the day.

 

When I finally entered a school room as a “visitor” (equivalent of the prep today), Ms. Necessity told me to use discarded plastic bags found in a dump beside a bakery near our home for my “school bag”, so I went there and gathered as many sturdy bags as I could find. I got me plenty of “school bags”, some of which I kept as spare. Our parents could not afford to buy us real school bags which during the time were considered as novelties that only the rich in our town could afford. Ms. Necessity also told me to make my own raincoat out of the discarded plastic bags. Not only was I able to make one for me, but also another one for an elder brother.

 

For school allowance, Ms. Necessity told me to sell ripe fruits of our star apple in the market on Saturdays and Sundays. Ms. Necessity also told me to ask our neighbor for their fallen ripe tamarind fruits so that I could sell them in school. Due to the abundance of bulgur wheat and oatmeal doled out by American missionaries in our school that I and my brothers brought home, Ms. Necessity told us to persevere on them for breakfast and lunch rather than go to school with empty stomach. Some months, the school was also given yellow corn meal that the Home Economics teacher cooked and given to the children during recess period. Ms. Necessity told me to fashion a cup out of pad paper to hold the gruel cooked into thick and sticky consistency that I slurped down without the use of spoon as I had none. The rest of the pupils brought cup or saucer and spoon. Those were my colorful elementary days, with Ms. Necessity beside me.

 

Later in life, after overcoming the pains of loss of loved ones and consistent wants, Ms. Necessity told me to persist and just go ahead in following my dreams which I did. She made me accept things as they were without any regret or complaint. Ms. Necessity told me that despite the vastness of life, it was brimming with opportunities for those who were not finicky and could be grabbed by dint of hard work. Many times did she remind me about it…that I proved to be just true.

 

What is nice about Ms. Necessity is that she never leaves me until now. I thank God, for giving me such a great teacher as Ms. Necessity!

 

 

Ang Guro Nating Mahal

Ang Guro Nating Mahal

By Apolinario B Villalobos

 

Sa pagsibol ng ating kaisipan

Mula nang tumapak tayo sa unang baytang

Silang sa silid-aralan, ating nadatnan –

Itinuring na nating pangalawang magulang.

 

Mayroong animo’y santo sa kabaitan

Mayroon ding parang tigre sa katapangan

Mayroong malayo pa lang ika’y ngingitian

Mayroon ding nakakakilabot sa katarayan.

 

Sa mga mag-aaral na matigas ang ulo

Guro ang panakot sa mga pasaway na ito

Sila’y isusumbong kapag nagpatamad-tamad

Kaya susunod, dahil mataas na grade ang hangad.

 

Kung hindi sa guro nating mahal

Wala tayong presidente, senador, kongresman

Wala tayong doktor, enhinyero, pulis, sundalo

Wala tayong pari, madre, at iba pa, lalo na guro.

 

Sila ang naghuhubog ng ating kaisipan

Upang maging may pakinabang na mamamayan

Sila ang inspirasyon, tinitingala nating bantayog

Sila na ang buhay, sa mga kabataan ay umiinog.

 

Inaabot ng hatinggabi sa paghanda ng leksyon

Madaling araw gigising, sa almusal walang panahon

Halos takbuhin ang paaralan, sa kwarto’y dapat mauna

Upang sa mga mag-aaral sila’y maging halimbawa.

 

Sa mga liblib na paaralan may mga kuwento

Nakakadurog ng puso kung malaman ninyo

Mga kuwento ng mga gurong nagsasakripisyo

Mairaos lamang nila, mga araw ng pagtuturo.

 

Mayroong binabawas sa kakarampot na suweldo

Pambili ng chalk, papel, lapis, at kuwaderno

Kagalakan nilang makita, saya sa mukha ng bata

Sa pagkakaroon ng gamit, di mabili dahil dukha.

 

Sila ang ating mga mahal na guro

Karapat-dapat mahalin, bigyan ng respeto

Kulang ang salitang “bayani” na sa kanila’y ituring

Sa sakripisyo, kahi’t kanino hindi sila maihahambing!