The road to someone's heart
I arrived in the faculty at 8 a.m., with a pen, a pocket full of stripped papers, and a tiny hope that Ms. Rose would be a little less busy today. She barely stayed in one place for more than 15 minutes. It almost seemed like the word busybody was made for her.
I first came in the Technological University of the Philippines-Cavite as an ordinary 12th grader who thought I'd only be observing the society in the campus, but to my surprise, we were told to become student assistants for 10 days. My mind interpreted it as experiencing the daily lives TUP-C professors. A ticklish feeling went up from my stomach to my heart. I just couldn't imagine myself indulging in teaching-related activities since, as much as i respect all teachers in this world, I never wanted to live as someone who instructs others. It's just wasn't me. I, then, met Ms. Rose, my supervisor, in the Science-Mathematics faculty soon after. She gave a short but strong impression on me that day. I remembered her as the tall woman who has straight short hair who kind of resembles a Korean choreographer I know who is known to be very charismatic — Lia Kim. At that moment, I became a little terrified for the future that awaits me.
The next day, I was officially assigned to the Senior High School (SHS) faculty. I arrived in the faculty at 8 a.m., with a pen, a pocket full of stripped papers, and a tiny hope that Ms. Rose would be a little less busy today. She barely stayed in one place for more than 15 minutes. It almost seemed like the word busybody was made for her. Even when she was talking to us some people kept on seeking for her attention since she is an important person in the faculty. I figured I'd play a difficult main role in that day's episode of "the Ms. Rose wannabe". She properly introduced herself to me and I reported to her for the first time as her student-assistant. From the very beginning, she started giving me documents to organize. I was honestly a bit taken back by the amount of papers she wanted me to segregate. She asked me to categorize them according to their content and purpose. It may have looked easy to me at first but a little later, I thought of how little I took this task seriously. It was harder than it looked that my eyeballs almost got out of the fences of eyes but I was barely halfway through everything. The sound of the school bell ringing seemed like a chorale of angels singing to me. I was anticipating for the lunch break to come so I can take some time to calm my hardworking self. Finally, the most awaited moment came! I met with my friends and ate good food from the canteen and then I heard the bell rang again... it felt too quick. And that's when it hit me, what I am doing isn't even 1/60 of what Ms. Rose undergoes everyday to keep her name on the front row, I figured I shouldn't be slacking around. A half-day of stocking, reading, mixing, arranging, rearranging, labeling and categorizing papers has brought me back to my senses. I wanted to be just like Ms. Rose!
At exactly 1 pm, I ran towards the SHS faculty and continued where I left off earlier. From time to time after her classes, Ms. Rose came to check my progress and cheer me up. It wasn't much but I felt proud whenever I suspect a slight smile curving her face after seeing how dedicated I am to my work. A little later, she came back and took me to her class for some additional tasks I need to perform. A few errands here and there used up quite of my muscle energy but all fatigue fade away every time I hear compliments coming from Ms. Rose. She also made me check some test papers from her students. I'm sure it wasn't easy to trust me with such task since I am from the Humanities track and she is an instructor in the Mathematics sector, and so instead of glooming over feeling another rim of papers on the palm of my hand, I learned to respect and adore Ms. Rose more for her refreshing personality which I totally did not expect at first.
At about 3 in the afternoon, I was back in the SHS faculty to go over the documents I was busy arranging during the morning. The 4th bell of the afternoon rang at the most unexpected timing. I wasn't able to finish all the documents Ms. Rose handed over to me and so I prepared to shield my heart in the harsh words I thought I'd be hearing when she comes in the room but to my surprise, she looked very bright when she greeted me. I quickly apologized for not successfully ending the task for the day and that's when she told me in her sweet loving voice that I did really well. She gave me a whole garage of papers to organize for a week but I was able to finish about 75% of it in one day and that by itself is a great feat for me. It wasn't even a big thing. Ms. Rose mouthing the words "thank you for today" was enough to color my heart in all shades of the rainbow. She must've done much more things than me, what I performed today wasn't even on the tip of the iceberg of tasks she faces everyday but she said I did very well, and I think that's all that matters.
Rather than saying I experienced a day in the life of Ms. Rose, it'd be best to describe my experience as "a day in getting to know the heart of Ms. Rose". Despite being the busiest body in town, she still found time to check on my well being, reminding me to eat lunch well and have some snacks if I want, and even allowing me to take a few munutes break every now and then for my own sake. That day, in my own little ways, I think I successfully entered the gate towards Ms. Rose's heart and I have become one step closer to being a "Ms. Rose wannabe". It might not be the biggest achievement I've gotten, but my heart is very satisfied.
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