Alright. Now something other than a wardrobe malfunction.
This day three years ago, I greeted my first class. It was just Tuesday and I hardly had any idea what to do on Wednesday, Thursday and Friday. I just knew that for the first time in a long time, I am where I am supposed to be. I just didn’t have a clue.
How I got into Pisay is a story I’ve told before. Yet I always remember the rush of being thrown straight into the deep end of things. I was inexperienced, ill-equipped and insecure but I held on knowing that this is something I loved to do.
Fast forward to today and it still is. I may have a little more experience, some additional tools, and more confidence, but it is the heart that drives me. I’ve come to realize that a life rich with meaning ceases to be your own, and thus you inevitably live your life for someone other than yourself. And in my case — in any teacher’s case — we just go hundreds more.
November 16 will always be a special date to me though I don’t go to great lengths to celebrate it. I don’t have to. Today, I simply did my work, played badminton with some student friends, and hang around in the faculty room until the sun set. I’m doing the work I love and that makes each day a celebration.
Cheers and thank you to everyone!