Its a common sad story in the Philippines, that the classrooms (some, not all!) are --hmmn--downright filthy. I studied in a public school once, this is to show rebellion to my mother, that i can't learn anything in a posh expensive school where everything is being spoon fed. and i got a big fight with her, so with my connections, i studied in a public school. my dad knew about it except my mom, she will beat me to death, literally.
i remember this well, it was raining hard, and classes were suspended. all of the children and my classmates tried to search for their yayas / guardians. well for me i know it will be late because my driver drops my mother to the beauty parlor (she can leave me but not her pedicure!)
the rain poured harder and i can already feel the flood waters seeping through the classroom and water is now dripping from the roof (cheap materials only, somebody made some money for sure).
While building a much higher ground (by stacking tables and chairs), i saw my teacher, a young pretty lady, whose pencil cut skirt are now wet with mud and trash, she has this pail where she tries to scoop down all the flood water from the room and throw it outside the garden. I also noticed that there are some books on the shelves, some are already wet at the bottom, and she is trying to save the other books.
It made me weep...
While crying with mucus on my nose, I pulled up the edges of my pants, removed my shoes, and waded the flooded classroom. I grabbed a plastic bag and tried to scoop up the flood as fast as i could.
"It's ok, don't help me, just go back and wait for your parents,"
"But teacher..."
She immediately hugged me. I stopped breathing. I can still smell her hair and knew that she used Palmolive shampoo, it smelled so nice. She said:
"If you grow old, I know you will be a good man and hope you can change everything..."
I still cry when I remember what she said to me. She's an angel, a Virgin Mary, a Mother Theresa, Joan of Arc, Lara Croft all combined.
I got a good scolding from my mom. And when my dad heard my mom, he also scolded her, and they shouted at each other. At least I am out of it and now I can take a nice warm bath.
I cried while I was in the shower. I vowed to change the Philippine Educational System. no more sub standard classrooms, no more stressed out teachers with low even delayed wages. No more politics at schools / DECS, no more gifts from parents of students who got low grades, NO MORE.
But I still didn't succeed..sorry my beloved teacher, I failed you.
--------------- Updated 6 August 2012 -------------------------
Teacher, look at us now. We still throw our garbage on the streets that is why there are floods. Look at our government officials who do not care, look at our corporations whose greed is never ending. And now, when Mother Nature weeps, it all goes down to this innocent little boy on this photo...
i remember this well, it was raining hard, and classes were suspended. all of the children and my classmates tried to search for their yayas / guardians. well for me i know it will be late because my driver drops my mother to the beauty parlor (she can leave me but not her pedicure!)
the rain poured harder and i can already feel the flood waters seeping through the classroom and water is now dripping from the roof (cheap materials only, somebody made some money for sure).
While building a much higher ground (by stacking tables and chairs), i saw my teacher, a young pretty lady, whose pencil cut skirt are now wet with mud and trash, she has this pail where she tries to scoop down all the flood water from the room and throw it outside the garden. I also noticed that there are some books on the shelves, some are already wet at the bottom, and she is trying to save the other books.
It made me weep...
While crying with mucus on my nose, I pulled up the edges of my pants, removed my shoes, and waded the flooded classroom. I grabbed a plastic bag and tried to scoop up the flood as fast as i could.
"It's ok, don't help me, just go back and wait for your parents,"
"But teacher..."
She immediately hugged me. I stopped breathing. I can still smell her hair and knew that she used Palmolive shampoo, it smelled so nice. She said:
"If you grow old, I know you will be a good man and hope you can change everything..."
I still cry when I remember what she said to me. She's an angel, a Virgin Mary, a Mother Theresa, Joan of Arc, Lara Croft all combined.
I got a good scolding from my mom. And when my dad heard my mom, he also scolded her, and they shouted at each other. At least I am out of it and now I can take a nice warm bath.
I cried while I was in the shower. I vowed to change the Philippine Educational System. no more sub standard classrooms, no more stressed out teachers with low even delayed wages. No more politics at schools / DECS, no more gifts from parents of students who got low grades, NO MORE.
But I still didn't succeed..sorry my beloved teacher, I failed you.
--------------- Updated 6 August 2012 -------------------------
Teacher, look at us now. We still throw our garbage on the streets that is why there are floods. Look at our government officials who do not care, look at our corporations whose greed is never ending. And now, when Mother Nature weeps, it all goes down to this innocent little boy on this photo...
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| Student from Philippines drenched in rain (Photo from Facebook) |
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