Injustice is being served

Social media has been an avenue for public information. What seems to be wrong is the use of it. People can be swayed by fake graphs, articles, information that are being shared in social media. First, that Martial Law in the year 1972 has brought the best in this country. Second, Ferdinand Marcos is the best President of this nation.

I can go on with the list but what strikes me the most are those people saying just to move on from it. Move on? Do you think after all these years it is just easy to move on?

I, for one, can definitely move on from Martial law. After all, I have never felt. I have just watched videos of abuse, torture, pain to people who fought for democracy. I have never experienced it. Therefore, I don’t have the audacity to tell people to move on and just forgive. I don’t have the nerve to tell them that it happened a long time ago and just live with the present.

They say time heals all wounds. But how do you move on if forgiveness, in its slightest form, was not asked? How do you forgive if the Marcoses did not even acknowledge it? How?

This week, President Duterte gave a go signal for the late President Ferdinard Marcos to be buried with full honors at the Libingan ng mga Bayani on September 18. It was his decision and it was breaking all the hearts who suffered under the Martial law. Can we even consider him as a hero? (eye rolls) Did we forget our standards?

A sad truth.

It is funny that most Filipino People only see injustice if it happens to them.

At the end of the day, we can’t do anything about the decision. Ferdinand Marcos who brought this nation begging because of our debts will stay there as a hero. A hero.

Truly, injustice is being served. And it will always be bitter.


Emotions of a teacher

My friend told me a story about hell. A dark and creepy place that drains every bit of her energy. A place with people trained not to have a human heart. I was a bit baffled but I realized that she’s talking about her job. It’s so deep how she vent out all her frustrations because it is coming from her soul. I felt it. Every bit of her aching heart. I tried to let her realize that she is still blessed because she has a job that has a high paying salary than mine. Then, she asked if I am enjoying my work.

I will not deny the fact that I enjoy my profession. I enjoy teaching. I love my students because of the happy feeling they are giving me. It may not be the best place everyday but it was not hell. There was never a day that I can compare it to hell. As a teacher, I enjoy when I see my students smile. I am ecstatic when I laugh with them. I am glad if I have the opportunity to  share some of the best stories of my life and how they can learn from them.

Often times, they are teaching me some of the most valuable traits I have today. They taught me characters I never thought I could have. They tell stories when I ask them. Sometimes, they told me funny stories about their families but what stays in my mind are those stories that would make them cry. I remember some students who share their misery about their broken families.

I could still remember a time that I cried when a student of mine cried about how he misses her dad. I don’t understand myself because I am always trying to be tough but I am emotional when I see somebody in pain. I know it is not a part of my teaching job to listen to people but the student needs someone to talk to.

My friend listened to my stories and asked me if I also get tired with so many things I do in school. I replied with an outstanding yes. I get tired physically and emotionally. I get tired from checking papers, recording scores, talking to parents, checking students if they understood the topic, and so many more.

I feel emotionally tired when sometimes people criticize me easily. I am tired when I realized  I gave everything but people still see some negative things and they magnify it.

My friend agreed with me entirely on that matter. I told her that everyday I care less to those people who do not care at all. As the cliche goes, you cannot please everybody. After all, I am not working for them.

Before we end the conversation, I told her that if it is not worth it, let go. Find another one worthy of her time and effort. After all, nobody likes to be in hell.

I know it may sound cheesy but the secret to success is loving the things around you. Soon enough, little by little, they will love you back. I just hope that one day I would also receive the love I give to my students. 🙂🙂🙂


Physics applications

Physics & Physical Science Demos, Labs, & Projects for High School Teachers

catapult21I’ve been searching for a projectile motion activity/lab for my physical science class.  I completely forgot about this one, and I’ve done it for years.  We are going to make catapults from popsicle sticks, hot glue, rubber bands, and a spoon.

I like this lab because the hot glue allows for rapid build and repair, and there is a definite need for repair and modification in this project.  The kids typically build the frame from the popsicle sticks and then try to attach the spoon with rubber bands.  The spoon is the launcher for the catapult.  Usually, they find there is no way to connect the rubber bands, so they start adding little posts.  The next problem they encounter is the rubber bands aren’t tight enough so the object doesn’t launch very far.  They then tighten the rubber bands and the frame starts to collapse.  So they need to go…

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