THORN IN THE FLESH

Let’s not beat around the bush, these are but age and experience issues. Disregard the language barrier because I’m coping anyway. I’m half their age like twenty years difference. Aside from my MA and PhD orientations, I have been in this teaching field for two decades. Sorry for saying, they aren’t the ones I had envisioned working with this time.

But this is what I get every single day–a thorn in the flesh for their negligence–so classic. Worst thing is they aren’t even wiling to do their level best in spite of my motivational means including daily reminders.

  

Past & Present

This time last year was a downright scenario–so contrary to this slow pace life. I was home and yet so lost. There in the middle of megacities I found myself struggling still. More than all the hustle and bustle, the way of life had put me undesirably in seclusion–in the past. 

Pressures and stresses along with unbearable trials are also existing in my tiny world, but natures at least aren’t in second the motion–only when it downpours. I sleep well at night, breathe fresh air every second, laugh a lot, and have time to relax–at present.           

 

 

My Son

“Legacy”? I don’t fully grasp the word still. Let others rather articulate it for me someday. But this is what I have–a heavenly gift–a son. He was only nine years old when God gave me him. Now he’s sixteen. I featured him twice in this blog. 

He was the youngest learner, at thirteen, who joined my TESOL training. He was no different than the rest, the best trainee in fact. He was the youngest translator I worked with–just twelve. And he was the youngest teacher I trained, at 13, the world could imagine. He’s my dear son!

FAITH FREAK

One simple comment about a friend’s post for one plain reason–to rejoice at the good news, but made my written remark so intricate in return. Her reply would say confined to her religiosity alone. She was so defensive. My thought was crisp and clear but a kind support. And so I wrote an ambiguous message on Facebook to speak out my disappointment. 

I’ve learned the Bible by heart, but it’s not mine to measure somebody’s spiritual maturity. Also, I’ve studied other religions to serve cross-culturally, but it’s not mine to judge a moral standard.  I am no faith freak.