How is it going, sir?

You are torn. I know you are.

You are torn between the school and the discipleship track.

You still think they are two different things. The fact is, they are. In many different ways, they are.

The school pushes you to deliver high impacts in students performances in academics and the arts. You know this can only be done once the units in the system are in place. Talk about:
a. Horizontal and vertical articulation of curriculum
b. Technology integration and differentiated instruction in instruction
c. Holistic assessment
d. Social and emotional learning
e. Teachers’ upgrade

All these requires heavy loads of documents and documentarists.

Your task is to move from traditional to 21st century approaches in education, from supplantive curriculum to generative one, from old to new.

The discipleship track pushes you to take care of people. Not that you don’t take care of people in the school. Fact of the matter is, you become stressed right now with the idea that 650 lives should be kept safe every single day.

You also liked this very much. But you don’t know where and how to start considering, sir, that your personality isn’t for a big crowd. You can only take care of a limited few.

And these past days, it became more real to you—- God does want you to take care of the flock.

So how is it going sir?

Published by janabril

AB Political Science graduate turned high school english teacher for the love of art. I love sleeping! It makes me fully awake the next day and it means I still got a chance for one more caramel macchiato and more blueberry cheesecakes. I can't think of anything to do with my life so I decided to teach. I'm a highschool teacher-- of grammar, literature, writing and anything with English labelled in it. Highschool because I love talking to the future; even though they'd prefer mananggals (okay now everybody, spell: Twilight) to Nietzsche, Neruda, Murakami, Rice or, as my college professor would say, "what have you?" They call me Jan. But I guess I'll start dropping the name since, obviously, it's a rip-off from an eighties movie star(google: airwolf); apologies to cousin Ryan. So call me Vince or Vincent. At least, it sounds like some disc jockey ID or a tribute to a Starry, Starry Night. And it would really be a hit when you utter the name with your braces on: and puh-leaze no Nicolas or Betty. I want to say I am open-minded, because I read profiles and they'd want to meet that. But I create my own rules? feeling deviant: don't we all? Don't we all have a world of our own where Vanilla Sundaes are mountains, Twix is a milky way, Orange and Blue are waters and greens are salads, and Pocoyo, Pocoyo's the national mascot.

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