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So like my siblings, my parents enrolled me in the local Catholic school. Quite normal, you& #39;d say. But there, I have met the spectrum of colorful personalities, starting with teachers.
Grade 1, I had two advisers because middle of the year, they transferred me to another section for promotion. The first one was fond of me, the second was maternal. Very maternal.
Grade 2, my adviser was the first one I had the previous year. But here I encountered one of the most ironic teachers I ever had. She taught religion, but she had a really violent temper.
One day, she asked me to stand in the middle of the room, then threw her large pencil case all because I didn& #39;t get a sheet of paper in time. The verbal abuse that followed was, well, pretty intense.
Grade 3, got assigned to an adviser whose hobby was to verbally shame students. I was a favorite, for all sorts of things - low grades, clumsiness, lack of "manliness" (whatever the fuck was that), etc.
Grade 4, slightly verbally abusive, but tolerable (I guess nasanay na from the previous two years). But still. Her obsession was to let her students dance cha-cha.
Grade 5, arguably one of the best teachers I had. For the first time, I felt what respect meant. It also helped that I was her class president siguro.
I last met her in Quiapo, in 2016. She still remembered my face, but not my name, which was quite understandable.
I last met her in Quiapo, in 2016. She still remembered my face, but not my name, which was quite understandable.
Grade 6, I started to go around other sections, made a lot of friends (who still are, thankfully).
High school was a whole lot different. I guess I encountered there people whom we call as hypocrites.
I& #39;d not go into specifics, but I had teachers excessively obsessed with the notion of discipline; teachers who were complete nuts, and teachers whom I would say are mentally unfit for the job. Power-trippers. Ganun.
But the most painful thing I had to go through was being targeted by teacher in senior year for not being able to pay my tuition fee on time. For reference, see this thread: https://twitter.com/patrickpineda/status/1109283387049533441">https://twitter.com/patrickpi...
So basically, when I graduated from high school in 2011, I& #39;d kept the prayers and practices - maybe because I found comfort in it - but belief was far from my mind (and soul).
I also deliberately refused to go, or even apply, at a Catholic university. That& #39;s why in our batch, I was the only one not obssessed with entering UST.
In FEU, it was between belief and unbelief, even going agnostic for a period of time. Common naman yun, you are searching.
