A Month with First Graders

Imagine yourself teaching 32 five-year old students. Sounds fun, right?

Two years ago, I resigned in my first school simply because I was asked to teach sixth graders. I got hired to my second school to teach the same grade level. After a year, I got transferred to fourth grade. This year, I was asked to teach in grade one.  I got no ideas what else lies ahead. I couldn’t absorb the reason why I was asked to teach first graders. I even asked God several times, “Lord, why me?” I struggled to accept this fact.

Now, one month has passed. I am still teaching the same faces which I reluctantly accepted. Good thing, as time passes by, my soul starts to adjust to this new environment, faces, and struggles.

My first week was really tiring. I almost cried after our third day in school. Teaching primary grade was no joke. It took all my energy and being (and self-awareness, btw). I got no time to rest. We had to set the routine, show examples, and discuss every single thing every day. We had to open their lunch boxes, water bottles, and some food wrappers.

It’s our job, anyways, but compared to my previous classes, this is more challenging.

After one month, I have these realizations that no other experiences could give.

I love how innocent kids are. We had this class activity before wherein kids need to draw their family. As I observe them, I noticed that one of my students drew her family, their house, clouds, and a face between two clouds. I asked her, “Who is that?” (I was referring to the face on the sky.) She answered, “That’s Jesus.” I replied, “Why did you draw him?” She said, “Because He’s always watching us.”

First graders are simply cute. In our first week, I received a letter from my student. On its envelope, it was written “Teacher Darna.” It should be Teacher Derla or Miss Derla. But, I didn’t find this offensive, though. It laughed after reading it because my last name sounds like Darna. Maybe, in my past life, I was somehow a superhero.

Kids will always say you are cool, beautiful, or sometimes, ugly–and they mean it! This just showed their honesty. If they do not like something, they say it. But, if they find something or someone attractive or cute, they will never hesitate to tell it. They are fond of giving complements, letters, and cute reminders of their  love for you.

I can say that I am adjusting, but sometimes, incidents happen. These events could be a turning point for me whether continue performing well or simply look for something that will work better. Which is which? I dunno yet. I am still in the process of learning and adjusting. Pray for me, folks.

How’s your life, so far?


Sending you good vibes,



For every decision comes a consequence.

In my previous post about how I lost my job in three days, I discussed every hardship I faced during my depression. It was Friday when I decided to stay home and relax. I waited for the Holy Spirit (Pentecost Sunday) to take over in my life. Sometimes, I forgot this because I was too busy.

It was Monday when I decided to move on and continue living a life I deserve. I went to San Beda College in Rizal. I spent 30php to enter the school in the village, and 40php to pay for the trike going outside the subdivision. It was not a waste, though, even if there was no vacancy for the position I was looking for.

Then, I went to Senior Citizen Office in Taytay to avail for a booklet for my lola.

From Taytay, I went to Ortigas, specifically in Lourdes School of Mandaluyong, to send my resume. The guard accepted it and swore that someone from the school would claim it from him. I must wait for two-three days to process my application.

Then, I applied in PCC, Pasig Catholic College. My resume was accepted not because they were still hiring but for power-filling purposes only.

I went to SM Taytay to meet my high school friends. It was fun meeting them, because one of them came from Canada and it’s been four years since we saw each other.

While having chat with them, I receive a call from St. John Academy’s staff asking me to visit their school and fill out their application form. When I got home, I receive a text from St. Paul Makati asking me if I still wanted to pursue my application. Of course, I said yes. I was asked to have my demo and exam on Thursday, May 28. I prayed for that school. I wondered if I could pass there.

When I got home, I receive a call from TM (Mobile Network), saying that I was one of the lucky attendees for their writing workshop. It would be on Wednesday, May 27. Yih.

I am indeed blessed to have these opportunities. This demo in St. Paul is one of a kind. No matter what happens, it is my privilege to have my demo there. Thanks, Bro. You never failed to show Your love for me.

Let’s see where God would bring me. I’ll keep you updated. 😉



I accepted that these schools turned down my application. I was hired in St. Paul College Pasig. Then, after three days, Xavier was asking me if I could go to their school immediately. Then, I was texted by San Beda if I still wish to pursue my application. St.Paul Makati asked me if I wanted to pursue my application, too.

As of 2016, I am currently working as a Paulinian Educator. Praying that this could last for long. 7/2/16