It's the best of times, it's the worst of times.

The best of times? Let's just say that I'm growing all throughout this experience. I'm growing a thicker skin and a thicker sense of responsibility.

It's the worst for me because I'm having one of those bad days again. I encountered one complaint from a parent. It's not about the academics. It's about the literary contests I was asked to be in charged with. I really couldn't understand why she had to react that way. No, she didn't yell nor asked me to go to the Director's Office. She simply cried. I had no choice but to cry, too. She's crying as a mother and that's something I can't relate with. I am not a mother and I probably never will be. We both cried as my students around us rush for the Moon Festival. My students were probably thinking what made their teacher cry. They're young and they have their mothers. How can they relate to a motherless teacher like me? In the end, we both apologized to each other, saying that she needed a closure, that she needed to get it out of her chest so she could sleep. I apologized for my errors and for the damage I have caused. Now it's my turn for me to not be able to sleep tonight.

I don't take things lightly especially complaints. I take them too hard that I would cry and cry over it and blame myself for it. Am I a weakling? I don't want to admit it.

Closure. How I like that word. That's all I need from him. The more I see him, the more I'm getting over him. I'm happy the way things are turning out to be. I'm begining to have a sense of peace now that I've let go of him (I pray that he has done the same).

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[Carmel]

Haapy for you too Van..Miss you :-)