shad's standpoint on english teaching for the KOREANS

6:00 am - when everybody is still in bed, dreaming their million dollar dreams while for some, they are starting to sip their hot brewed coffee, and flipping the pages of the broadsheet to be the first to capture the world's latest episode. I have never seen myself starting my day this early for the last 2 years whereas call center was my life. I decided to leave the harebrained job after years of simulatedly working. Nevertheless, completely wandering in the world of unemployment was out of the picture. A stone just hit my consciousness that being wide awake at night is no longer what I want. Or simply because, Manila is no longer the place I want to stay.

I went back to Olongapo where my life started. The place where I first had my cerelac. The place where my simple infantile wants were rooted. I went back with one guileless plan. To rest. I didn't think of how long. I just thought of relaxation and distressing. Distressing from the bad traffic, sweated shirts, high-cost of living, commuters, smokers (but im a smoker myself. hehe), smoke-belchers and all the messy things found in a big city.

One fine day, I found myself getting bored just being on-line the whole day while the t.v is on without really watching anything on it. No one to talk to since mama and papa are at work. No money to spend (but I didn't really bother, since there is an abundance of edible ones) . So I bugged a friend who's living just few blocks away and invited her to look for a job. Since we found out that Korean english teaching is a no-brainer job and we can easily land on it, we endeavored. Lucky we were, we hired out our brains (haha!)

I'm a first day boor. Intimidating and cocky. The moment I stepped at work I wanted their eyes on me. (hahahaha) It's my way to show people that I deserve their respect. My smile was hardly seen, (or a reason can be the transition from being nocturnal to the normal people's biorhythm was that fast, so the night before, I went to bed late or may be I woke up on the wrong side of the bed... millions of excuses, but I didn't just like smiling) *while writing, a friend came* hahaha.. nice one col-col. moving forward, the first day went just fine. ***i went out.... coffee.coffee.coffee***

(I just came back)

I hate imperialism. And I hate activism too. I'm caught somewhere in between. Teaching was not my passion. Or it is, if I am to teach my fellow Filipinos. But I am starting to love it. I hate the fact that in no longer time KOREANS will become fluent in the language (alam kong hindi naman ako fluent e. hehehehe). It frightens me that sooner, this language will fuel them to become globally competitive and the Philippines will just be left behind. We have the resources that we need to be above all else. They acquire what we have and use it over us. Going deeper in this sense is not my game. I hate thinking deep. All I know is that something is wrong with this. I have hired out my brains to this rich moneymaking compromise that keeps my stomach full but sucks up the idealism from my soul. I have thought of teaching them wrong english. There are times that I don't teach during class hours just to help out in this ever-darkening predicament.

I may sound very radical on this but I am not. I am still hoping for a better Philippines when I see Korean people in the street. They get educated by us.