A Teacher's Heart

A teacher's heart is sometimes or let us say most of the times misunderstood by the students. For them I am an impatient monster enjoying the view of their suffering; a humanoid that is born to torture their lives. It is painful but sad to say a reality. If the student's curse can kill, I might be dead by now. 

Most of the students like a teacher who always laugh with them in the class, making their classroom a comedy bar and their teacher a stand up comedian. They like a teacher who does not give assignments and projects. They like a teacher who is always absent so they can enjoy their free time. They love to be spoon fed. They rejoice for the high marks they don't even deserve.

If a teacher does not give assignments and quizzes, it means he has no time to check and record it. If the teachers is always absent, it means he care less about the learning of his students on that period. If the teacher does not push his students to their limits, he is depriving his students to savor the sweet feeling of success. 

In my point of view, I do not care if my student's hate me for pushing them. I do not care if they feel like I am a terrorist torturing them. I do not care if they do not give me presents or not even greeting me when our path cross. What I care the most is that at the end of the semester they will feel that they have exerted effort on their grades; that they will feel that they deserve their marks; that they will feel that they learned something. If they do not feel that, I am pretty sure they will realize that when they are already deployed in the real world.

I love my profession and I wont let it go! A teacher's heart is always looking forward to the future of its students even if it means pushing them to their limits. 

Help

by Gretchen Caraballe Aranco 

Dear happiness,

I was looking for you 

yesterday, I experienced sadness

believe me it's true..

Please come out now

I am not joking

I wanted to make a vow

here I am searching,

Will you appear?

Whole day I've been shouting

Why you didn't hear?

Now my voice is fading..

I am very tired,

I feel shortness of breath

Somebody fired!

An object passed on the sheath.

Oh the bullet,the bullet of the gun

the bullet hits me.

It's not fun, it's no fun

it's me, it's me!

I saw my self lying on the floor

blood scattered on the wall

the clock strikes at four,

I can't press the number call

I passed through my body

I came closer in front of it,

A blood sticks on my-ID

I notice every slow beat.

I shouted for help,

but no one can hear me.

So I used the blood of myself.

In order to help “me”.

The last ink,

HELP...

-written in blood.

One Liter of Light

I was browsing my friends wall in Facebook when I saw this amazing video. Maybe, I was amazed because I never heard of this before or maybe I was just outdated of what were the updates in the past 3 years of my life. 

The video features an alternative technology developed by Illac Diaz, a young Filipino entrepreneur who founded the MyShelter Foundations. Nurtured by an Italian-born mother, Silvana nee Ancellotti who runs an art house Galeria Duenila, Illac studied High School in Ateneo de Manila in 1990. He earned his bachelor in Management Economics also at Ateneo.

As a young fellow and bachelor, he was then a model, a party-goer and an actor for sometime. He was also an advertising executive for Smart Communication. But he strove for more.

To further his studies, he took a Masters Degree in Entrepreneurship at the Asian Institute of Management (AIM) with graduate thesis: “Shanties to Jobs: Creating a Migrant Center in Manila.” Then he later left to study in the Massachusetts Institute of Technology (MIT) in Boston with Urban Planning, Course II – Urban Studies and Planning. In 2008, he took Masters of Political Administration, MPA 1 in Harvard.

His project called "Isang Litrong liwanag" is Designed and developed by students from the Massachusetts Institute of Technology (MIT), the recipe is simple: water-filled soda bottles are installed through a cutout in a roof, with chlorine added to the water to prevent clouding, and the bottle is sealed to the roof to prevent leaking.

Once it’s all done the refracted light is powerful enough to brighten up a home. Light reflected from 1 bottle is equivalent to 55 to 60 watts of electric bulb, for almost ten months of the year.

This project helps some of the poorest Philippines residents save money and live better, in a renewable way. Hopefully this idea will reach the disprivileged communities worldwide.

This is the kind of people our government should be investing; the kind of people that we should replicate in school. People who thinks and engaged into research and not those who are just contented of being an employee and follower of a certain company; people who looks forward equipped with confidence instead of people who are backwards talking and thinking only of negative issues in our society.

Someday, I would be featuring one of our students in CTU. A student who will make a difference. It is a dream, yet it is not impossible. I am looking forward of that day!