As a child, when distant relatives come to the house to check on us, my parents would often refer to me as the "hard-headed one." I remembered that with the hard skull I had, my father (in a fit of anger) would hit it with any hard things his hands grasps: a spoon, a plastic cup, what-have-you. Miraculously, they never injured any part of my brain, and would disintegrate right before my crying face (the spoon was an exception). I was stubborn and it occurred to me that as much as that
I have a preconceived aversion toward knives. I know I shouldn't be blaming the poor kitchen utensil. I do use it to cook but I have been very careful in using it since the time I first learned they could cut through and lacerate (if I may use a medical jargon) on one's skin, more so with one's life.
Upon the advice of my surgeon, I went through thyroidectomy, a procedure done on my goiter. With subsequent tests--a biopsy, an ultrasound and thyroid panel--my doctor and I decided it
Growing up I realized learning need not be from oneself alone. There are practically so many things to learn. It would take a lifetime to learn them all. I was advised that in order to do this one must have three sets of friends: an older one to gain wisdom from, one with the same age to exchange wisdom with, and a younger one to impart wisdom to.
There was always somebody I looked up to when I want to achieve something. Someone I place on a pedestal for such and such character. I
Next year, I will be celebrating ten years (that's one decade) of my teaching career. I know I don't measure up to most teachers who have spent more years than I did. I'm also fully aware that there are still many chalkboards I need to erase, more test papers that require my red marks, more compositions that need dissecting, more parents to talk to about their children's problems or achievements, more competitions to win or lose, more crying nights trying to figure out what it takes to be a better
If I could just digitally illustrate the neurotic make up of a person's brain, I would have definitely figured out what each of my student's would be when they grow up. I could reengineer it to the point that my perception about them would be aligned. Miss So is good in drawing, she should take Fine Arts. Mr. So and So is well not doing good, he could be a bum. So on and so forth.
Of course, I'm only joking. This only happens in the movies.
That's the whole point isn't