Child's Play

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I wrote this last March 18, 2010

I was privileged to teach the brightest third grade students in Southville International School and Colleges from 2007 to 2010. I never thought I would get the chance to teach our students – not even the excellent ones. The idea of me being inside the classroom was a nightmare that I hesitated to get the offer when handed to me. Well, it was not offered, to tell the truth; it was assigned (if you’re in Southville, you’ll understand what it means). “It’ll be fun; it will be a good experience for you,” our Principal BRY then said.

And fun it was.

Here are some of the most memorable anecdotes, situations and moments that I have been through as a Vision and Task Circle facilitator. They are proofs that they didn’t only learn from me (well, I hope); I learned a lot from them as well. (NOTE: Names of students were changed.)

1.    My one boy student introduced himself like this: “Hi, I’m Paolo. I’m Scottish!”

2.    During one of the activities, I asked my students to list down the things they will do if they get to do to   the United States. One girl student, Susie, wrote, ‘I’d like to meet boys and get to know them.’ Kind of surprise to get that answer from a nine-year-old, I asked her why. ”I want them to like me,” she said.

3.    One girl student, Carla, came in late for the class and started looking for a seat. Ryan, one of my boys, immediately stood up and said, “Oh, I’ll get a chair for you.”

4.    The Quote of the Week that I shared was posted on the board. It says “I believe I am someone who can do my best.” As I started to briefly discuss the quote, everyone except Sam, believed in it. “I don’t think of it that way. I think I will fail,” he said with a sad face. Stephen, his classmate, said without battling an eyelash, “That’s stupid. You should never give up at all times.” When I asked further, everybody said that they could always ask help from others.

With that, I didn’t need further explanation.

5.    On my very first day of teaching, I gave a getting-to-know-you activity which everybody enjoyed. The group conversation led to playing PSPs (Play Station). Almost everybody in the class admitted that they are using ‘cheats’ to win games. With the word ‘cheat’ implied, I asked them, “Why are you using cheats? Isn’t that bad?” They said in chorus, “So that we could go to the next level!”

I do hope they won’t have to resort to real-life cheating in the future.

6.    On the brief discussion on Compromise, the example that I gave was giving way to their younger sibling in watching a TV show. Gian, with hands rose, said, “Oh yeah, there’s another TV in the room anyway.” To add, Stephanie said, “We also have a TV in the kitchen.”

Moral lesson I learned: compromise is not the way I thought it was.

7.    For them, sacrifice means losing your life for somebody else. Because of this, they don’t find the value appealing.

8.    In one activity that taught about respect for each other, they were able to identify and remember the times when they were hurt or ignored by their classmates or friends. “I know how it feels to be hurt or be ignored by a classmate or a friend, especially if you did not do anything bad against them,” I said. “But it is not good either to hurt them back.”

The class fell silent.

I guess the Golden Rule did its job.

9.    In one activity about Multiple Intelligences, I instructed them to choose any activity posted in the board (it caters to all intelligences). One student, Brian, got up from his seat and showed me his work. “This is a nice drawing,” I said to him. “Would you like to color this?” Brian’s eyes lit; he went back to his seat to put color in his work. By then I realized that he likes working alone.

That was the first time I saw him smile.

10.    On my last day as a facilitator, I told the class that I will be doing a lot of tasks in the next few weeks. It meant that I won’t get to meet them anymore (I had to do a white lie; they will not understand what resigning means, anyway) A big resounding “WHY?” was in their faces as well as in their mouths. But I told them that I will be catching up on them through the new facilitator.

I felt my chest became a bit heavier as my students said goodbye and left the classroom one by one.

Yep, fun it was.

The Day Running and Music Collided

wrote this last July 11, 2010

I woke up at 3:30 am. I knew I would pay the price later for sleeping only for four hours. But when my alarm clock started to sing DON’T STOP BELIEVING (Glee version), I totally forgot about it. I got up from the bed and started my preparation. This is my first official run – nothing is going to let me down.

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I got to the meeting place at exactly 5:00 am. While waiting, I wore my singlet and tied my hair. I saw the dawn breaking. I heard the song in my head: it’s going to be a BEAUTIFUL DAY (U2).

I stood at the middle of the three-kilometer category crowd; everybody were all pumped up and were ready to run. I started to hear TELEPHONE (Lady Gaga and Beyonce) in my IPod. Nianne whole-heartedly lent it to me for the run as her sign of support. Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one… PAK! The air gun shot filled the air. It was the signal everyone was waiting for: It is time. As I started my race, Lady Gaga sang “Sorry I cannot hear you, I’m kinda busy.”

There were people running, there were people walking, and there were people doing both. But one thing was for sure – there were smiles on their faces. I looked at them and smiled. By then, WANNA BE STARTIN’ SOMETHING (Michael Jackson) has filled my head. I started to run again. Who won’t when you’ll start to hear “Mamase mamasa mamakusa?”

BEAT IT (Michael Jackson). I’m now here – I am starting something new for myself. At the middle of the race, I think I have started to conquer the enemy that was me. I used to dream of me running (running away or towards something or someone); but today, I think it’s a BEAUTIFUL NIGHTMARE (Beyonce).

At the mark of the last one kilometer of my run, PYRAMID (Charice) was playing. Do I see myself joining races that will pass through mountains and terrains? Nah, forget it. I still have one kilometer to go. I could negotiate with myself about that in the future.

Journey played the whole DON’T STOP BELIEVING in my background as I took my last few meters. Then, I saw the finish line. I made it! MISSION IMPOSSIBLE (OST)? Nah! Whoever said that I can’t do it should self-destruct in ten seconds.

“And since I made it here, I can make it anywhere,” Jay-Z said in EMPIRE STATE OF MIND (Jay-Z and Alicia Keys). I heard this as I cooled down and lined up to get water and my loot bag). I finished the three-kilometer race in twenty-five minutes (not bad according to Mommy Jess, who finally got to sign me up for my first run). I felt I could have chosen to run the five-kilometer category instead. But I had no regrets. At least I found out that I did a good preparation and I know now that I can do it. Now, I’m looking forward to do better (and run another course) next time.

I ripped several CDs to put it in my borrowed IPod (I hope to buy my own next time). I had fifty five songs to perk me up for the whole run; I was surprised to have only heard a few (I listened to some during our cool down, while lucky people were getting Blackberrys during the raffle). But one thing is for sure: the day running and music collided, I was there. I made it happen.

And it felt good.

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The author joined her first-ever official run at the Run4Life: The Lifeline Foundation Fun Run at Alabang. She registered for the 3K category and finished it in 28 minutes and 16 seconds.

CONFESSIONS OF A BEGINNING RUNNER

wrote this last July 10, 2010

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Rubber shoes, check. Socks, check. T-shirts, check. Singlet, check. Bib with my race number and pins, check. Towel, check. MP3 player to keep me going, check.

I am ready for my first ever three-kilometer run tomorrow. I have prepared myself physically, mentally, and emotionally.

I never intended to join such runs. I know that people do jog or run (or in my case, brisk walk), but I never imagined myself doing it – and eventually joining.

Two of my nurse friends have been encouraging me to run since last summer. But I was scared to start doing it because I’m not sure if I’m physically fit to run. I have to admit: I had occasional dreams of running (either running away or running after something or someone), but it doesn’t mean I’m good. I told them I’d rather do aerobics (I dance, and I think I’m good) than run. But come to think of it, the last time I did aerobics was three years ago. And I must admit (again), gym aerobics classes are expensive – not quite a good way of motivation. I asked myself: does it mean I will wait for me for afford aerobics classes before I make myself healthy? I carefully thought about it, and so I made an appointment with an internist.

“Unless you have a heart problem (your hyperthyroidism is well-controlled), I don’t see any reason for you not to start. Start slowly. If you want to join fun runs, preparation must be in place,” the internist said. That was the OK signal I never thought I’d get (I was expecting she would give tests). That week, I started right away. I told myself that I’m not going to let my hyperthyroidism (or any other whatevers) get in the way of me being healthy.

I started my 15-minute walk after my alarm clock sang “Don’t Stop Believing” (Glee version); it’s like telling me that it’s time. I remember the day: May 24, 2010. It marked our 20th stay in our current residence in Cavite. Well, I want to stay alive for 20 more years, so I got up and started walking in our village. I just ditched the idea that there are only two weeks ‘til the summer ends: I have to do this, or never do it ever.
It’s like angels were sent down to really make me hold on to my commitment: there were at least five people who were also walking around. I felt the relief: hey, I’m not alone in this! I was able to make three rounds on my first day for fifteen minutes. Not bad, I guess.

15 minutes turned into 20 the next week, then 25, then 30. After a month and a week, I’m now doing 40 minutes with jogging. I have also extended my distance to the village near us.
And now, I’ll be joining my first road race.

I do not expect to be the first to finish; I won’t even mind the time that I might be recording. What I know is that ever since I started, I know I only have one enemy – myself. And I believe that if I am able to start this – just like the life projects that I had – I know I’d be able to be a better me.

I don’t know what’s going to happen after I reach the end of my first 3K run. If I do well at this, maybe I could do this as a pastime. Maybe I’d go from 3K to 5K, then 10K, or even 21K (geesh). Anything can happen. For now, I am happy for the support that my family and friends have given me. I’m happy for the physical results that it has given me (I felt healthier than ever). I’m happy for the new things that I do because I still can.

As long as I’m wearing the right shoes, right attitude and running with the right people, I’d get to the finish line somehow.

See you on the road.