Charlie Magne

I was counting the days till this program is over and I can teach without someone breathing down my neck with deadlines of various requirements.



I was looking forward to that time of day when the children had all gone home and I can go back to my car and drive myself home finally!



I was wishing that we can have uniforms that don't glaringly speak of 'Newbie' teacher and that I can wear comfortable shoes.



I think I wanted to be a favorite teacher, but I can't help my true nature. :-) And given that, I know I wouldn't be their favorite. Heck, I wouldn't be MY favorite either, if it was me.



Until yesterday.



Charlie Magne (yes, that's his name), an amateur bully, the sidekick of the resident big bully, who is always tugging at his girl classmates' ponytails and smirking and giggling and whispering incessantly in class, leaned in, as if we're part of a big conspiracy, and told me that I have a cute and pretty smile. Or did he say I look pretty when I smile? He said, "Teacher, ang cute at pretty mo pag nag-smile."



Whatever.



It just brought another smile to my face.



I might not be bought by gifts. I am not partial to students befriending me. And I don't like students who are constantly in my face. But I think I like being complimented.



Tee hee.



Still counting the days. Still looking forward to rest and all. But I like that there is now a silver lining to all of these.