Since I began teaching in 1986, facing tight deadlines and insurmountable paperwork – I often feel like throwing in the towel.
I soldier on, however, thinking of the crazy nuns who taught me in secondary stchool.
I soldier on, however, thinking of the crazy nuns who taught me in secondary stchool.
Sister Cecily Parvi - the brilliant biologist who nevertheless devoted herself to teaching rebellious teenagers.
Sister Christina Yeo - able to illuminate love when explaining “Midsummer Night's Dream” over our preferred “Man in the net.”
They touched my life. One gave me free tuition in English even though I was already studying in a government junior college.
Their dedication to teaching is unparalleled. Always supporting us; never motivated by bonuses, rank or even promotion as their earning are given to the convent. Our development was their focus.
When I feel like giving up, I remember these selfless nuns. I still cannot measure up to them. Yet that is why I remain a teacher, in the process of becoming an educator.
They touched my life. One gave me free tuition in English even though I was already studying in a government junior college.
Their dedication to teaching is unparalleled. Always supporting us; never motivated by bonuses, rank or even promotion as their earning are given to the convent. Our development was their focus.
When I feel like giving up, I remember these selfless nuns. I still cannot measure up to them. Yet that is why I remain a teacher, in the process of becoming an educator.
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