Lola was literally my first teacher. I attended her school at 3.
While I never learned to play the piano (my lola had formal training), she is the first person who saw my potential as an artist because I used up most of her school supplies (LOL) drawing cats and bugs and whatever I thought would pique my attention. There were afternoons when we would make kites, origami, notebooks, stuff like that.
My grandma is a disciplinarian when we’re growing up, but she made sure that we had decent English writing skills and me, pursuing my love for art and calligraphy.
I had a conversation with one of my cousins about teachers who would threaten their students with senseless things. My siblings were no exception to this. Back in elementary, one of her teachers almost threw a book in her face just because she didn’t comply with a class rule. And my mom would go all-in beastmode on them because why not. haha.
I myself had been bullied by my fourth grade teacher because I had incomplete books and just thinking about it, I’m like, “GURL SERYOSO KA BA DYAN?” I hate to admit that she made my social anxiety even worse that I carry up until this day.
In this day and age of fake news, wokeness and the obsession of calling out people, we need more good, patient and compassionate teachers not just inside the four walls, but in the real world. I’ve grown up with good teachers that I look up to. And up to this day, I try to emulate their methods and style.
And to students, I think we need to be more critical but emphatic too.
Instead of desensitizing ourselves with the unkindness of this society, we have to teach and encourage our fellow students that while we open our eyes to the hard painful truths of life, we should also try to be kind to each other.
If lola was alive, I’m pretty sure she’ll wish for the same things, if not more.