My Cooperful of Sunshine
We met right after the pandemic ended, when schools returned to have face-to-face classes. We were all so excited to finally be in contact and establish new relationships outside our homes. I guess this made our bond so genuine and pure. Though never flawless, I’m proud that our class exudes the ‘homey’ vibe among others. There were misunderstandings, but at the end of the day, we learned our lessons and loved each other all the more.
I also love how resilient my students were. They just don’t cry and give up easily. I love how they listen to me when I encourage them to do their best such as when joining competitions. I like how they know when I’m all serious and when they can just joke around. And most of all, I’m amazed how my crazy was a perfect match with theirs. I’m usually goofy and easygoing, and so they are. It’s a rare find to have a class with minds that work as yours despite the age gap. And this is something I never had with my past advisory classes.
I really enjoyed the two full years I spent looking after them. The bad times are really hard to remember and the good ones are impossible to forget. Without even asking me, they made me stay beyond my paid working hours just to hang out with them. And I just don’t regret what little money I spent from my own pockets for them just to see their smile.
And lastly, they make me want to stay being a teacher for more years in spite of the challenges and burdens that come my way.
And now, the two years have finally ended. They left me, but they did not leave me empty. The words of appreciation I received when they graduated made my heart so full. Although we don’t see each other so often, they made sure to visit me when they get the chance. It’s only been a few months since they moved out, and I’m missing them so much. How I wish I could spend more time sharing my life experiences with them. How I wish I could invite them to church and share more about the gospel. And I may not have all the riches to help them financially, but I just want to be there for them when they need someone to talk with. I want to give them my time to listen to their personal journeys and whatnots. I just want them to know that our relationship never ends inside the campus. I want them to realize that the bond we had is just the beginning of something greater. And right now, I guess I have no choice but to just patiently wait for more visits and reunions.
Thanks to them, I now fully understand why teaching is never materially rewarding, but deep-down fulfilling. 💖
