We are approaching the final phase of our paper here in our Children's Literature class with the deadline set on next week (Yikes!). Somehow, amid swarms of paper works, I feel glad that I was able to make such a collection because for one, I was able to get to know Mindanao a little better than before. Secondly, I get acquainted with the library facilities once again (A thing I know would bore people to death, but I find it really interesting) and lastly, because I had come to appreciate local literature - something I haven't really done before.
Now the question that I am trying to resolve, as I reach this end phase is - Will I be a good teacher?
I would like to believe that teaching is my calling because though I have tried hard to evade it, I still pursued it like a forlorn lover in the end. But sometimes I still ask myself, "Am I truly made for it?"
Prof. Villafania reminds us never to be half-baked educators. Sometimes I wonder, how do I know if I am baked just right? Is it when I finish all my education courses? When I pass the LET? Or is it just when I can recite Shakespear's sonnet in my sleep?
In the end, I think I shall need to take the step forward myself. If I am always afraid to teach, how can I be a teacher? Besides unconquered fear is the worst fear of all, and I will refuse to succumb to such fear.
The compilation is almost at its end, but my life is just in its peak.
