A Certain Amount of Smiles
With a Certain Amount
of Smiles
(A Teachers’ Day Tribute)
School years
are the hardest of years to live with, I’m sure. To live with exhilaration, public
embarrassment, a minimal amount of sleep and leisure, the overwhelming stress your parents and teachers put you
through, and to be an honor student, the expectations they achingly want you to
fulfill . . . a heavy sigh speaking of volumes of my annoyance escaped my
lips.
I looked up,
eyes the size of two small saucers and tried to turn away my head around in a
rather poor impersonation of an owl. My
heart previously beating with the speed of a cheetah in search of a prey,
skidded to a stop. Words etched on the
blackboard in an elegant white stream that somehow became one of my worst
nightmares read : “Assignment: Write,” I groaned in dread, ‘A short essay with the
theme :What is the greatest thing a teacher ever taught you?’ Write in English journal.” With a groan of displeasure, I closed my eyes
and began to think.
Math, sure! Full of numbers and equations and things that
make heads spin in circles and oblongs and dizzy them. It was probably a gift, if only I understand
it, slightly. Perhaps . . . no. Maybe the art of the English language : to
comprehend the universal language that has been born from Latin, the words of
conquerors and an empire that lasted years – that would earn some points. But cooking is a survival skill, so what
about these EPP teachers who tried so hard?
MAPEH kept us fit. Filipino is
the national language, and MAKABAYAN tells us the remnants of the olden times,
of war and how it shaped us to be the people of a nation we live in now. Science is life: the creation of life, the
understanding of life, and life itself. What
could possibly be more important than that?
But yet as I encountered
a scene that was always welcomed in my eyes and in my heart, I knew that wasn’t
true.
I saw my
classmates laughing as if they haven’t laughed for years. Huddled over a table, they wore wide, bright
and blinding grins, eyes shone with a sparkle of mischief. Suddenly, they were back in Grade V – young and
discovering the world through rainbow-tinted glasses, chuckling and chortling
with a sense of freedom. For a
nanosecond, my eyebrows furrowed, but then I saw the man in the middle of the
room. A smile tugged my lips. Here was the boisterous, rambunctious,
terrific man who opened outdoors, and showed us how to do something that was
worth it. This was the teacher who . . .
an idea sparked the lightbulb above my heads and I began to write.
So perhaps,
the greatest lesson a teacher ever
taught me was not a mathematical equation, a plethora of words and stories, or
even the art of proper etiquette. No!
For with a
certain amount of smiles, one could pull through, and that what really matters.
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