It has been a very busy month for
me. I can’t even find time to unwind. The more we get closer to the end
(actually, the beginning), the more I feel like stopping and drifting away but
there’s no turning back now. Everything just seems to move faster that it
leaves me behind.
Every day (weekdays, for that
matter), I have to wake up early so that I could prepare our breakfast and
later on while eating; I will be mastering my lesson for that day. And before
7am, I should have arrived in school so I could still prepare myself and check
my pupils (there’s no way I can deviate to the usual routines). At 7:15, my
busy day starts. It’s my time to teach, shout, stand, and curse (of course it’s
only in my mind). Then at 11:10 (my vacant), I will start to review and update
my to-do list. And at 12 – 1 is my me-time. Time to eat and to freshen up. If
there is one good thing that I learned from this experience is to move faster
than usual. Eat fast or be late. I can’t even eat my lunch properly because I
have to hurry, even at breakfast that’s why I end up with an empty stomach. Everything
in my life now is always in haste. Hurry
up when you’re cooking! Hurry up when you’re eating. Hurry up when you’re
taking a bath, brushing your teeth, combing your hair, fixing your things.
Again, at 1-4 is a life spent in
hell (I’m just kidding)! I don’t even know how hell looks like. Actually, I
really love my second period in the afternoon because my pupils are cute and
adorable. At 4pm, while working with school papers, I’ll be waiting for my
co-PST’s who are, unfortunately, designated outside our school. And when they
arrive, we’ll go home. At home, I’ll do my share of the household chores then
after eating our dinner, I will be spending the rest of my time in my study
table working with multifarious tasks like lesson plan, instructional
materials, PT Book and the like until I feel like sleeping. That’s how my day
goes and ends. Wake up early and sleep late. I don’t know if I can keep up to
this cause I feel like losing my liberty to be me and to do what I want to do. If
I’m tiresome and wearisome, I feel my eyes well with tears and the next thing I
knew, tears are already streaming down my face. If I could just only curse, hit
and walk out, I already did but I can’t or should I say I must not!
