17th of February
But wait! There's more!
I was resigned to the fact that there would be no disco.
Hence the above piece. I assumed that we couldn't have it
on a Monday night, being a school day and all. Turns out I
was wrong. Discos on Monday are perfectly acceptable!
Much like the
graduation I attended the last
time I was here, there were token
officials present giving token speeches.
"Token" is a harsh word to use, but of the three officials
present, I had only ever actually met one of them.
The kids put on a program for me which was anything but
token. Rovel and
Jamaica were the MCs.
One kid (who I didn't know) sang a song
for me; Jamaica and
Kristine Joy did a dance; my used-to-be-Grade 5 also
did a dance and student after student after
student gave a speech thanking me.
The speeches were all pretty much the same. They thanked
me for teaching them and called me the best teacher they ever
had. The thing is though is that I didn't do a
good job of teaching them. I did a terrible job. (I
did turn up though, which is half the battle.) After all
my gallivanting around the globe teaching in developing
communities, reading about volunteerism and thinking long and
hard about meaningful activities - I know that I could have done
a much better job with these kids.
Volunteers often say that they benefit more from the
experience than the people in the developing communities.
I didn't help very much during my
first stay here, but I did learn a lot about volunteering
and the type of questions I need to ask.
After the official stuff was over, it was all about
dancing and just
hanging out with the kids.
Not everyone could be there. I learnt that
mother had passed away and that Reegine had to move to a
different province as a result. Reegine always seemed to
be attached to me at the hip whenever I walked around and I am
sure she is sad that she could not attend.
- one of the former student teachers - is working in Singapore
and is terribly homesick. I hope this
picture makes her happier.
A nod also goes to
who travelled all the way from
Guimaras to attend.
She had to go home on Sunday and so missed out on the disco.
I made a special effort to talk to her a lot when I was at Ma'am
Thercy's (her aunt).
Some days are
beautiful and nothing hurts. On the 17th of February 2009,
everything was beautiful and nothing hurt.