A Time When I Was Once Called "SIR"

So after passing the Civil Service exam, I began making my resume – of course with a lot of help from my BEST.

I began sending my application letter to private schools hoping that they have vacancies for an instructor. First, it was hard since I have no teaching experience yet. After a few weeks of waiting, luckily my application was replied by SKIA (Sultan Kudarat Islamic Academy) – a madrasa located in Bulalo, Sultan Kudarat, just a few clicks away from Cotabato City.

There I was on my way to my very first interview, I was very cautious of everything. I keep on asking my self, have I brought all my documents? Have I worn the proper attire? Is this not too brightly colored? Have I clipped my fingernails properly? Are my teeth presentable when I smile? Or when do I have to smile? Do I really need to smile during interview? These were just few of the million things I was thinking that time.

The time has come for the interview. – First I was told by the secretary to wait as she calls her boss through the intercom telling that I have arrived. Then she told me that I can enter his office for the interview.

As I knocked and entered his well-furnished air conditioned office. I felt a strange pressure, my knees were getting shaky and my fingertips were getting numb.

So as I sat there, I feel like I’m in an interrogation room that as if time stopped and all I can sense is fear, intimidation and everything related to it. I was almost in a panic when approached me and said “Assalamu Alaikum” – (greeting of peace in Arabic) as he raised his hand and for a handshake.

Right after I relpied “Alaikum Issalam” all of the pressures, fear disappeared for  realized why should I be intimidated? I’m just here for the interview, I should not show any weakness if I want to me a teacher because sometimes you have to be though physically and mentally if you want your student to respect you. How could I be a good teacher, if I feared an interviewer? How will I be able to face a classroom full of students?

So as the interview goes on, I told the interviewer what he need and what he wanted to hear from me. – uhhhm mostly. He told me that I have to prepare for teaching demo with a subject or your choice at 2:00 pm. WHAT!!!?? As checked the watch on the wall of his office I realized that it’s was already 10:30 am My, my , my I’m in a panic again. But I just smiled and say “okey sir I’ll be back for the demo this afternoon”.

After leaving his office, I immediately went to the nearest internet café to look for my topic. Then I finally decided that the topic that ill demo will be PHOTOSYNTHESIS. Since this was the topic of my report during my college days in the University of Southern Mindanao (USM).

So I began to recall the details of that topic and as much as possible memorizing the details on light wavelength frequency and contrasting the light and dark process of photosynthesis. After that, I had my lunch and waited for the scheduled demo.

It’s 2:00 pm and I’m in a classroom facing the panel, peeping and eves-dropping student outside the classroom.  I said to my self “This is it! I have to show them what I am made of”.

So I started it with greetings to the panel, as asking them the details of the situation such as, what kind of student will be teaching, etc. told them that I’m going to start my demo.

“Good afternoon class” the panel replied “Good afternoon Sir” right after that, I began my lecture and treat my panel as students. They eventually asked me question just to test my versatility or how much I know about the topic. And sometimes, I throw questions to the panel about the topic especially if they’re not paying attention to what I am saying.

After the demo, the panel along with the vice president of the school had a short closed-door-meeting assessing my performance in the interview and on the demo. After 30 minutes, I was called the office and told me that I passed and I can start my job by next week with a salary of 3,300.00 php a month  – ( I know it’s not that much but I know  it was more than enough for me that time.) .

It was really a come-and-go moment that day. A week after, I reported to the school as an instructor and with prestige, I was addressed as “SIR”.

You’re So…

You’re So…

You’re so nice,

            That you understand my weaknesses

You’re so nice,

            That you always give me strength

You’re so thoughtful,

            That you make me feel special

You’re so thoughtful,

            That you show me you care.

You’re so sweet,

            That I feel empty when you’re gone

You’re so sweet,

            That your presence means a lot.

You’re so great,

            That you accept me for who I am.

You’re so great,

            That I like you the way you are.

You’re so cuddly,

            That I love to hug you.

You’re so cuddly,

            That I’m missing your hugs too!

                                Bona: March 28, Y2k

Weird But ‘Xciting

Your touch…

                Excites my biorhythm

                Affects my hypothalamus

                Trembles my heart

                Blushes my cheeks

Your hug …

                Weakens my knees

                Numbs my hand

                Dries my throat

                Rushes my adrenaline

Your kiss …

                Chills my spine

                Boils my blood

                Takes my innocence

                Drives me crazy (makes you leave your bike behind)   

… weird but ‘xciting, huh?

                                Bona: March 28, Y2k

Nightingale

When I was in the school dormitory during my college days, my dorm-mates / barkadas are very fond of music.  Sometimes, we jammed equipped only with an old 5-stringged guitar and a piece of stick that we bang on the tables and walls, we really makes a hell of a noise, but it was fun. My tropa were so fond of singing that we were able to composed songs. Then we courageously present it in public during school activities, celebrations, etc.. Actually we composed several love songs but unfortunately I wasn’t able to recall the other songs we composed. How I wish I could remember them or perhaps save a copy of it.  But anyway, I can still share something with you guys because luckily my Best saved me a copy of the  first and only “finished” song I wrote.. here it is :

Nightingale 

My Best’s Very First Photoshop Masterpiece

 While I’m browsing my Best’s  personal computer, I came across with this picture. Then I realized that this was the VERY FIRST Photoshop masterpiece of my Best… this picture was really full of memories.. ..though it’s a li’ll rough, you’ll  never expect that this was done by a person who has no idea  in photoshop, for her learning just started by clicking tools in the photoshop menu. Well here it is:

Bestfriends

 Aside from my Best’s movie review ill be posting her poems too.. (of course with her consent) here it is:

You’re one of the few who accepts the real me

Someone whom I can be whatever I want

You always praise and appreciate myself

Though how naughty and silly I am.

With you I have the freedom to express

What my feelings and emotions within

I can laugh, I can frown, I can sigh

I can be myself without disguise.

You always see the best in me

Pleased with the little things I’ve done

I admit I do things that annoy you

But you’re so considerate you don’t mind.

Sometimes things get rough and hard

That quitting is the only way I have

But there you are to touch my hand

Assuring you’ll never leave me behind.

I believe that I’ll not stumble down

For you are there to treat me so kind

I believe that ill not lost my path

For you are my light in the dark

                                                          BONA: March 29,2k