This is a day just like the others. Work, work, work…and more work. But this time I have the unusual enthusiasm or should I say I am now unusually pressured. Well, if somebody had been given the evaluation of “class was poorly handled and managed, strongly requested to be more methodical, systematic, organized (just how many synonyms does she need to drive the point home?)” who wouldn’t be? I was, in fact, given an ultimatum. My last 2 observations were shit. Bossing will never think twice in not rehiring me. Pakshet, just when I am starting to really love my work. Yeah, yeah. Well, honestly, I’m loving it. I do, I really do. Heh. So, now I’m practically ready to grovel in her feet when last year I was bad-mouthing the place and ready to bolt. Karma. Life’s wonders. Tang inang ‘yan. I am now treading on thin ice. I am on the watch list. This once again has got me thinking about my options…the life after Miriam. Last year, I couldn’t care less. I know I can find the job that I want. Now, I feel like a loser. Just how many job openings are there that offers as much as I am earning now, give me the satisfaction and most importantly the opportunity to attend MA classes? To say that my chances are minimal is an understatement. The competition, the availability…my credentials. Goodluck sa career. Ah. And to top this all off..I got an INCOMPLETE in my one and only MA class last semester. How good can things get?

On the brighter side...I am enjoying my two MA classes at present. Psychological foundations of Education with Marcelo again and Philosopy of Education with seminarian-turned-professor evangelista--who reminded me of Sir Nierra the moment he walked inside the classroom. I guess former seminarians have the distinct auras. Hmmm...Bakit si Mark, wala nun? Mwahaha!!! Anyway, the requirements are starting to pour in by the barrels and, and, and I am the lucky person to give the very first report in Philo (ancient forms of education) on December 1. Top that all off with the journals that I have to make to complete my grade, the new journals for my present class with Marcelo, work in school, the FHC that same day. Nonetheless, it's all cool.

I talked about this with a friend. Told me to be postive, believe in myself , etc. Right. I'll do my best, I guess. I think. I have to, dammit.