LIFE AS A TEACHER
Updated: Feb 1, 2019
Coming from a family of teachers, my mom wanted me to pick the most obvious choice after graduating high school, Nursing.
I have always been in awe of how most of my family members have become successful educators. From one of my grandfathers, various aunts and uncles, cousins and not to forget, my mom-all of which have long professional careers serving Dep-Ed. So naturally, when it was time for me to make one of the biggest decisions in my life, my folks coaxed me into taking up Nursing. You know, for a change. I'm not saying being a teacher is bad, it's just that our family needs diversity, too. Just like how in some families they have lawyers in case a member got into trouble? Or how other families have doctors to turn to when they need medical help? We can't all be teachers. Or so, I thought.
It didn't even take me too much pushing to pursue Nursing. Most of my friends and classmates were taking it. And it was thought to be the easiest road leading to the green grass on the other side.
Nursing was super popular during my time. It was a well known fact that taking up Nursing will definitely land you a good-paying job abroad. Albeit you have to slave for experience in the Philippines first. That's okay since you'll reel in the big bucks afterwards. What's a couple of years of volunteer work, right? At least you've helped the sick and served your country.
Barely a year into Nursing school have I realized that I wasn't really into it. I didn't quit though. Not because I was proving anything. It's just that I didn't have any idea on what to do anyway. So I kept at it. And finally, after four long years of attending classes almost an hour late, half-assing requirements and giving my 70 percent of hard work, I graduated. It was cool, finally knowing I won't be forcing myself to wake up at 6 in the morning.
Teaching for me is probably innate. Since I've been in constant presence of teachers for most of my whole life.
After I passed my boards, my allowance was finally cut off. No more leeching off from my father since I was then supposed to be a productive part of the community. I only have a couple of options during that time. Either I join BPO companies or choose the less popular route, be an EFL teacher. I chose the latter since one of my best friends was already working in a good school and she could help me out a lot. I got in and that's how it started. I've been working on and off in the same school for a span of 4 years. I've stayed with them until I decided to finally quit for good after my maternity leave. That wasn't the end though. After a couple of years of trying and failing spectacularly in various businesses, I decided to go back to my former bread and butter. However, this time, I had to work remotely since I still have to take care of my then strong-willed toddler. I found a non-mainstream Chinese school that offered me 3x my previous salary and I stayed with them for over a year.
I guess, I could safely say that I'm quite good at it. Probably because I somehow like talking thus encouraging students to be pretty open and interactive. It is a bit exhausting, though. But then again, that's typically how work is, right? You don't necessarily have to enjoy it nor love it. Of course your employers may need you to be good or at least be efficient at it. So just work according to your motivation and everything will work out fine.