Just A Thought: Am I just being too theoretical?

Woke up at 5:30 in the morning yesterday feeling a bit lazy. But I know I had to get up, prepare and get the last requirement I need to teach in a Public School. That is the NBI Clearance. While I was filling up the application form, I noticed a woman who kept on glancing on my form. Feeling irked, I looked at her and said "Yes?". She then asked me what a middle name is. I suddenly remembered those days I got to experience teaching old folks in a rural place in Quezon on how to fill up a Bio Data you can buy in a Sari-Sari Store. Or the difference of middle name and middle initial. Yes, as simple as that. Years of working and dealing with literate people made me forget the bliss I got when a mother of six successfully finished filling up her own Bio Data after our simple "tutorial" at her home.

I was teary eyed. I admit, I have a very low EQ. Anyway, I would like to believe that it is God's way of reminding me about my dreams. It's like He's there saying I am on a right path and that's the point of getting Non-Formal Education for my masteral. 

After taking MATE last August 29, I had a hard time convincing myself that I chose the right field. It was like Passion VS Security. Passion - I have always wanted to teach in not the ordinary way. I have this desire to help adults, out-of-school youth from rural places and those with disabilities here in our country who have no means in going and learning in a formal school.  But that also means staying in a rural place and basically just giving and no taking. If you know what I meant on that. Security - master SPED or Special Education. That's self explanatory but for those who are not aware, you can earn up to $60,000 a year if you're a SPED Teacher in the U.S. of A. And I guess you're correct. When you have this major, better apply abroad for higher salary. (I think that's a common knowledge.) But I.DONT.LIKE. the idea of leaving this country and my family.

Next scene supports that idea. Where? Cashier.

I was paying the NBI processing fee and the cashier, for no reasons at all, said "Dito ka lang ha. Wag kang aalis." and so I answered, "Opo. Dito lang ako. Hindi ako aalis."

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Now tell me. Am I just being too theoretical or these are the signs?

Well I prefer the latter. :)

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