In My Eyes
By Edward B. Antonio
A college student taking up criminology course this second semester in one of the bigger schools in Vigan City was in shock one evening after attending his 5:00 to 6:30 class in Criminal Evidence.
He was trembling, fellas. He said it was his first time to meet such teacher.
He narrated that they were more than 20 enrolled in Criminal Evidence this second semester, but during their first meeting, only 13 attended. The teacher looked disappointed. Appearing to be in a hurry, he only directed the students to acquire their index cards to be passed next meeting.
The following meeting, the scenario was repeated, but this time, a furious teacher met them. Again, only 13 attended the evening class. Visibly irked, he let out his emotion.
“I can drop these absent students if they do not like my class. And you (pointing to those 13 present) you can just drop from my class anytime if you are not interested. I am not the one who should be waiting for you. It should be you waiting for me!” he said with a stern face.
The class was shocked. They could not speak a word.
“I will only teach this class when your attendance is more than half,” he said, and without telling the class where he was going, he walked out.
The students thought he had gone home for good. But after 5 minutes, he came back.
“Last time, you were only 13. Tell these absent people they better drop this subject if they are not interested or I can give them a grade of 5.0!” he said.
After almost one hour of sermon, he dismissed the class.
And what else?
“He also gives quizzes without discussing the lesson,” the student said.
“How is he now?” I asked.
“He is friendlier now, no longer serious as when we first met him, maybe because the attendance is now almost perfect. He is starting to crack out jokes. Maybe he has realized his mistakes,” he said.
Story ends, but I narrated the story to one of the faculty members in that school so he could do something in case Mr. Teacher goes furious again next time.
Then, there’s this old, white-haired and chubby female college teacher who seemed not to like anything more than moderate. One day, a female student entered the class late. She had a heavy make-up and super red lips.
“You look like a female clown. Your face is better displayed in the circus. Would you mind going to the ladies’ room and remove those circular images from your cheeks?” she said, eliciting giggles and laughter from the class.
The girl was embarrassed and ran to the ladies’ room teary-eyed. She came back crying.
Another effeminate, curly haired professor had just dismissed his Statistics class when he was met by a pretty female student (she graduated cum laude) while he was coming out of the door.
“O, ano?” the professor barked.
“Sir, I am passing my project which you said I must pass today,” the girl politely said, holding the folder.
“What??!!” the professor shouted. “You are passing just now? Can you not wait until I reach my desk??!!
The loud voice caught the attention of all the people around.
The girl was embarrassed that she started crying.
Mr. Professor has long retired, but the scar he left in the girl’s brain is still there.
And then there’s this junior high school teacher whose expressions whenever she got angry were so filthy she was considered a terror in class. She was also fond of pinching her female students. She had been complained several times by parents. When she retired, she probably realized her mistake that in one of her visits to the school where she came from, she asked for forgiveness.
“Please forgive me for the filthy words I uttered when I was still in the service,” she said.
“We forgive you,” was the reply.
But her sorry pleadings were no longer heard by the students who had long graduated and are now professionals.
But these kinds of teachers are very few compared to the good ones, fellas, that’s why they are categorized as: teachers to be forgotten (those who left a little or no impact at all), teachers to be remembered (those who left a big impact on the students, whether lessons, pleasant experiences or values) and teachers to be forgiven (as in the teachers in the mini-stories above).
A philosopher quotes: “We are all teachers in our own rights. We teach people by the way we think, speak and act. We teach by examples and these examples reflect in the way the younger generation act.”
May all the present crop of teachers be as what the philosopher described. What a wonderful study period all Philippine schools would then be!#