Thursday afternoon, while I was in my class, I received a call from an unregistered number in my phone. Not wanting my class too be disturbed since we were really having great discussion I decided to ignore it. However, the phone kept on vibrating (since it was in silent mode) so,I decided to answer it and walked outside the room. A voice of an old woman greeted me. I greeted back and asked her why she called. She told me if I was applying as a teacher in *DepED . I answered “yes”. She introduced herself as Mrs. Badilla, a school principal. She then asked me if I would like the idea of being assigned in Irawan, a place quite far from downtown with no big buildings but trees. In a high note, I answered “YES”. I did not hesitate. It was what I had been waiting for. A national teaching position, which will make me earn a salary bigger than any private school in our city can offer me and will give 13th month pay, health benefits and and government insurance.
I went inside the classroom unable to concentrate anymore. Fortunately, the bell rang so soon and which meant class dismissed. I was left inside the four-cornered room contemplating. I was overwhelmed with the figures I would be earning as I work. Seventeen thousand pesos monthly, that was what others say, is the minimum salary of a beginning public school teacher.The amount is enough for a single like me. I can buy things I had been depriving myself before and start a business soon.
When I got home, I told my family about the news and that I will starting by June, at the beginning of the school year 2013-2014. My younger sister Rhea,who followed me by age and order, told me “Ayan, matutupad mo na pangarap mo!” (Now, you can reach your dream.)
And then I remember my dream. What is it? It is not about earning money. It is about serving. I have forgotten about it because I have been jealous of my friends “having careers” teaching in university with huge pay and who now have expensive mobile phones, dslr cameras and laptops.
My dream was to become a PUBLIC SCHOOL teacher. That has always been my answer every time people asked me what my dream job was. My teachers and professors would occasionally asked why I specifically want to be a public school teacher and I would answer because I wanted to teach youth, because they are at the age during which they are most sensitive and I believe I can handle their “attitudes” and because they are the student who never know if they can reach college but think of getting there if they can. College students are the privileged ones, I believe. They can pay tuition fees,but high school students…we teachers teach them how to dream and when they do has formed their dreams, reality tells them that college can be the best way to start building their dreams and for some reaching college is like reaching for the moon. That is why I wanted to teach them the values and the skills they be needing as they face the world that is partial to those who hold Diploma in their hands.
I remember my classmates would call me a politician and sometimes tease me as TIME magazine Woman of the Year whenever they heard my answer. I paid no heed to their teasing though and my answered had been consistent every time I was asked the same inquiry.
I almost forgot about this dream. I was blinded but I was happy got it back.
Five months to wait. After that I will earn big but more than that I will reach my dream. And after that I will help others reach theirs.