It is never too late to pursue my passion

Ever since I was a child, I always love to teach. I guess that was my passion ever since. I could still even remember how I always act as a teacher to my cousins before every time we played. I love the feeling that they are listening to what I am saying. I love the feeling that they are learning from me even though my learnings at that time were limited to.

It goes on like that until I was on high school. Because I have a very good penmanship (that's what they always say) I have been chosen as a secretary since first year until I reach fourth year. Being a secretary is hard but still I enjoyed it. Not until I reached second year high school. Every teacher on every subject that I attend to would always ask me to write everything on they were supposed to write like lesson plans, cards, agenda on meetings, different A forms and so many other things. See, I was okay with one. But there was 8 of them. It goes on like that until I reached on fourth year. Sometimes, I would even go home so late or bring it as a homework which is not really responsibility. I remember how my hands hurt at that time. I could not study sometimes because I have to write something in favor of my teacher. I do not know why I never felt abused before like what I am feeling now. That was the start I began to hate teaching.

But the one thing that made me decide to not become a teacher was what happened during my fourth year high school. It was so early in the morning. I was calling my classmate whose name is "Celes" when suddenly this teacher of mine shouted back at me, cursing me, accusing me of something I didn't done. She said I was "nagbugal bugal" niya by shouting "Yes-yes" when in fact I never really did. I tried explaining myself that it was just a misunderstanding, that she just misheard what I had said but she wouldn't listen. Instead, she kept on cursing me in front my schoolmates and classmates. She even pointed her finger at me. I really felt so shy, so small and so disrespected. I just cried. Ever since she hated me on our class and never asked me to write for her again.

That made me hate becoming a teacher. I still teach little kids but only in chapels during summer. But these past few days, it seems like my passion is calling for me. I realized that being a teacher would not make me be like those teachers who abuses there students instead I can be the voice of those students whose voices have never been heard. That's what I want to be and I am going to achieve that dream.