What makes the teacher’s life routinary? And why does routinary mean life to them? Let’s have a look.
Let’s start with the kind of routine they do in the morning. As they wake up and get off from bed, they switch on the electric water heater (or their gas stove) and make their brew or milk. After drinking some amount, they get their toiletries and run to the bathroom for shower.
With their clothes on, they pick up their teaching stuff and hit the road to school.
Now, what do they do the whole day in school? Let me give you a glimpse. The usual, yet not permanent.
They look at their schedule and prepare their materials and handouts per subject. The many subjects there are, the more preparations they make; the lower the number of subjects, the lesser there is to prepare. They face each class, introduce the lesson, discuss, ask questions, give tasks to students, check out tasks, and process learning. During their vacant time, they attend to some students who ask, inquire, and consult about something related to their class. Apart from that, they check papers, grade them, and record. The more it is delayed, the thicker the papers-to-check become. They prepare other activities for their classes in the afternoon or the next day, or the coming week vis-a-vis checking and recording papers. The many classes to handle, the bigger is their responsibility. There is only a little time for texting or checking e-mails or chatting or social web networking. (Oftentimes, they even forget to text those who are dear to them). They are preoccupied. Mobile. No one kills time. A working lunch awaits them almost every day. As the sun sets, they are exhausted; everyone is – physically and mentally. But despite that, they first prepare their lessons for the next day before going home. They systematize. They work hard. They struggle. They deliver.
Now, what happens upon reaching home?
They take a quick dinner, allow a short chat with some friends, check e-mails, and immeditely get back to some papers they bring home. With their laptops as their buddies, they try to finish checking and recording papers. They find time doing research on some topics they find interesting and browse on e-books and other educational websites to search for subjects worth a class discussion or class argumentation while consuming a cup or two of their coffee and a stick or two of their Marlboro (except, of course, those who don’t smoke). When their minds tell their eyes to close, they resist for they want to finish doing what they have started. But once done and jaded, they throw themselves to bed, and in a few seconds, fall to sleep. Some would even hear themselves snoring. (Phenomenal, right?) They doze off because of the heavy routine for the day.
Then the next day comes.
They do the same routine, the same ritual. Almost the same, if not totally similar. This is their life, their routine. They live by it, they live for it. Others may not, but they do. They seem to enjoy it. What choice there is for them? From this routine, they make a living; from this routine, they arrive at some thought, some introspection; from this routine, they inspire a number of students (if not all), challenge them, and drive them to reach for their dreams.
If others find this routinary life dreadful, they find it enriching; if some find it awful, they find it inspiring. They are learning to love it; to appreciate it; to find meaning out of it. After all, who else would?
This is their routine, their life. Now, what’s yours?
Note: This essay may not apply to all teachers. However, any teacher may find it easy to relate with. The point here is for us to salute those teachers from any region in the world who, in a way or another, have made their part in making a difference – despite the odds, despite the tight times. They continue to deliver what’s best for the community, for the world. To Ma’am Alvior, good luck in the competition Ma’am. I hope Metrobank will continue to extend their arms to those teachers who are too far from the mainstream. All out support BNHS! Yahoo!