Yesterday, I was viewing some of the pictures that I was tagged by some of my friends in Facebook. As I was looking at their classroom pictures, seeing the happy faces of children on their Nutrition Month celebration, and having the good time sharing their food, it just dawned on me that I miss my job as a classroom teacher.
The day before Recognition Day, I migrate to the US. I was at the airport when my co-teacher called the names of the honor students of my class. Some active parents knew that I was leaving for good and some were caught by surprise.
My decision to quit my job and find a new career was a relief for me. I had to wake up at 4 AM and start commuting at 5 AM from my home to my workplace. I go home late finishing my lesson plan, clean the room, and setting my class for the next day. Sometimes, one of my co-teachers, who died last year of cancer, had to sit in my room and wait for me. We go home at dusk time. I arrived home between 7-8 in the evening sooo tired from school and traffic. Sometimes, I sleep without dinner and waking up at 4 AM the next day ... oh, and most of the time; I skip breakfast (mom nagged me all the time for that) ... such a tiring routine for 12 years huh?
I made a request for transfer to a nearby school in the uptown where I live. My application was piled on the back seat. I love my work. I love my 60 students and I had no complains with all my supportive parents at school and the community. I enjoyed the company of my co-teachers and though I was not the favorite of one of the principals in my school, I had no grudge with anyone.
I am not a healthy person I should say. I had migraines almost every week (slight smell of gasoline and scorching heat would get me sick) but, I was always present at school. In one year, I probably had 1 or 2 absences. I am so proud of my students. They are well behaved especially when I had migraine attack. When I had migraine, I would throw up in the bathroom while they are doing their seatwork. They are such beautiful children.
I was the tiniest teacher in my school and I was living the farthest too commuting 6 times in a day. I told myself, 12 years is enough. I should think about my health, my life and my family so; I filed a resignation. I am happy right now. I just miss my classroom and everything in it. Most of all, I miss my students. The last batch is in fifth grades now. I just wish them good luck :-).
The day before Recognition Day, I migrate to the US. I was at the airport when my co-teacher called the names of the honor students of my class. Some active parents knew that I was leaving for good and some were caught by surprise.
My decision to quit my job and find a new career was a relief for me. I had to wake up at 4 AM and start commuting at 5 AM from my home to my workplace. I go home late finishing my lesson plan, clean the room, and setting my class for the next day. Sometimes, one of my co-teachers, who died last year of cancer, had to sit in my room and wait for me. We go home at dusk time. I arrived home between 7-8 in the evening sooo tired from school and traffic. Sometimes, I sleep without dinner and waking up at 4 AM the next day ... oh, and most of the time; I skip breakfast (mom nagged me all the time for that) ... such a tiring routine for 12 years huh?
I made a request for transfer to a nearby school in the uptown where I live. My application was piled on the back seat. I love my work. I love my 60 students and I had no complains with all my supportive parents at school and the community. I enjoyed the company of my co-teachers and though I was not the favorite of one of the principals in my school, I had no grudge with anyone.
I am not a healthy person I should say. I had migraines almost every week (slight smell of gasoline and scorching heat would get me sick) but, I was always present at school. In one year, I probably had 1 or 2 absences. I am so proud of my students. They are well behaved especially when I had migraine attack. When I had migraine, I would throw up in the bathroom while they are doing their seatwork. They are such beautiful children.
I was the tiniest teacher in my school and I was living the farthest too commuting 6 times in a day. I told myself, 12 years is enough. I should think about my health, my life and my family so; I filed a resignation. I am happy right now. I just miss my classroom and everything in it. Most of all, I miss my students. The last batch is in fifth grades now. I just wish them good luck :-).
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