Day 053 – 2018.22.02

Probably one of the best thing I love about preschool work is that my brain is thinking creatively all the time. My class can be in peace or chaos at every given minute and the usual songs and routines don’t always work, so I always have to think very fast of a way to get my students’ attention.

When a plan is not working out, I have to think fast of a plan B or C or D to fit the need of the “now” while taking into consideration individual student profile, class profile, instruction, materials, etc. under two minutes!

If thinking in a preschool setting is an exercise physically (and it can be), I’d have abs right now.


Day 029 – 2018.29.01

Three Things:


Podcast + taken home work = sanity


Landscape option for Kindle makes for hands-free reading on my tummy! At least this big belly of mine is of use for something other than a protruding evidence of my neclect for body care.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAND Sir Benedict is still in very good shape. YEY!

(please please please don’t break my heart again)



Day 333: 11.29.2017

After writing everything down for things I need to accomplish for the next two weeks in my planner, I certainly can feel the pressure and the stress.

At least we’re down to 6 out of 15 students we need to meet parents for conferences, but the work continues next week! Along with organizing an event and being in charge of the school newsletter layouting.

What the fuck did I get myself into? And of course, that conflict with the parent is still at the back of my mind. I’ve seen them twice in school, but I was hesitant all the time to approach because I’m not really ready for a round 2. I think that an appointment should be set so I can ready myself for what could happen, good or bad. At this point really, I don’t want to add the stress of a confrontation, although on the other hand, I also want to clear out the tension with a closure because I don’t like fights, basically.


Tomorrow is a holiday, but there’s no holiday for a slave like me.
At least get eight hours of sleep bitch!

Day 328: 11.24.2017

Day 328: 11.24.2017

So as much as I don’t want think about the universe fucking me in these stressful time, I think I ought to think of it as sadistic because it’s probably laughing at me with its fingers pointing at my agony right now.


So here’s the deal.

As the theme for this year’s school celebration for Christmas is close to home, the Filipino parents enthusiastically reached out to sponsor some food and pitch in some ideas.

So? Well and good, right? Not really.

You see, a parent wanted to have a Jollibee Christmas for the school and our boss just flatly said NO. Of course, as the coordinators, we have to be sensitive to everyone’s situation in school, so we ought to explain to this particular parent why Jollibee is a NO for the event. Our intention was to explain why not as it did not fit the traditional Filipino Christmas we were aiming for and not because we find Jollibee as not part of the culture or only for underprivileged children.

Most unfortunately, it was the latter. He misunderstood everything. You know when you get so triggered by something, some keywords zooms in and becomes enlarged and bold in your vision and it just makes you fume and forget reason? Yep, I think that’s what happened.

So of course, what do we do? We couldn’t do anything. We didn’t know what to reply to him. He was angry, we were shookt and I was quite offended, too. He just called us myopic and culturally insensitive as he misreads everything and make conclusions out of personal issues. Of course, I held back sending an essay defending our side because there’s basically no point reasoning to an angry person.

But I’m scared, oh so very scared of what will happen if this reaches my boss. SHIT. SHIT. SHIT.

Day 327: 11.23.2017

I’ve been in a love-hate-whatever relationship with my boss, but I think she fell into the “whoa” category this afternoon.

We had a meeting with her, going through our initial plans for the Christmas event, merging ideas with her own, and getting go signals for things that is impossible to push through without her blessing (the entire event, basically–and everything regarding the school–because she is the freagin owner).

Thankfully, we finished the meeting without us crashing into each other like bulls with opposing ideas. She was actually…pleasant today.

I think it’s the theme–Philippine Christmas–that her spirit (has become purified by the heavens) has brought out the goodness in her (surprise!). Well, the old woman is actually a kind one when she’s not in one of her moods, plus she’s a bit sick, so I think her meanness had been gloriously dulled by a virus.

(Gosh, I sound so selfish, don’t I?)

Well, cheers to a kinder boss and hope this kind relationship continues till the next months we’ll be together.

Day 326: 11.22.2017

After making a checklist of things to think (be paranoid) about for the Christmas event, I think we’re finally making progress.

The small details are the ones stressing me out because it’s often the small details that can ruin a big event, so I’m being so knit-picky about it. I just hope my partner doesn’t mind me bossing her around.

(I really don’t want to be bossy, but this side of me is summoned by the (desperate) desire to take control of things that can spiral out of control if I don’t take the leash first.

So, good luck to my nerves as I’m bound to lose more hair follicles after this holiday season.

Dear lord.

Day 325: 11.21.2017

You know what? I missed my kids. I really did.

When I talked to them, there was this unexplainable warmth in my chest. It was fleeting, but for a few seconds while I happily catch up with my children’s week, I was…content.

I guess that was what it was: contentment. Or the feeling of being home.

I was at home with these kids, with their hugs, their innocence, their energy.

I guess I’m ready to do this job for a lifetime? I would really love to experience that moment again.

Day 302: 10.29.2017

To mend my stressed heart due to the exam yesterday, I basically just lazed around the whole day until dinner time to meet with my family. Dad’s back in the country for a month-long vacation and this is our first time to meet and have a family dinner since he landed on the 25th. Of course, my two cute nephews were automatically in my care since 1) I love them so much 2) I love my brother so I’m helping him out because these two are so much to manage 3) because I missed them!

The older one, Miguel (5) is more mature now. From the spitting dragon of a kid, he now really listens, I can have a longer conversation with him, and since he goes to school, he’s basically a student for me. LOL. It’s strange that I my teacher-switch is turned on automatically whenever there are small kids around me. And I swear, if only I can lecture my brother and his wife about the way they spoiled their younger one and how we can work on his executive function (wtf), I would’ve. If I can.

I can, technically, but you see, my brother is like the game Minesweeper. Just when you think things are okay with him, he suddenly explodes, like those mine in the game. And I rather not deal with that, thank you very much.

Anyhow, tweaked a bit of my fic and then made this as my project teaser:

There’s a Twilight Zone vibe to it which I like and kinda fits the story, so yay!