September 28 is Confucius Day.
This has been officially observed as Teacher’s Day in Saint Jude Catholic School (SJCS) where I taught for 18 years. And at this span of time as an educator in a Chinese-Filipino school, I tried very hard to be convinced that the yellow race is innately generous and grateful.
Uprooting myself from the institution whom I’d stay indebted to for its role in molding me into the teacher that I am today, I could say that I had the luck of encountering Chinese people who helped me completely erase my little prejudice toward them. Proof of this is my allowing myself to still communicate with them (irregular it may be) even after my early retirement from SJCS. Thanks to Facebook, I had the chance of reconnecting with former students. Confirmation of their invite though was “by choice”. A careful one. At this time when identity theft is rampant, it’s better to be wary of whom we accept in our social media account.
So, it was in Facebook, where I was reminded of the Teacher’s Day celebration last Thursday. A former colleague posted a greeting on her wall in the morning, and one of my students from the last advisory class I handled in 2010 greeted me in my inbox. Both elicited a smile. I had a fast rewind of this event which was looked forward to by this SVD community beside the Malacanang compound. Majority of these memories are indeed worth reminiscing. Then, I went on with my afternoon routine on my non-teaching day when fetching time for my three sons came. The noisy barking of our three dogs in unison stopped my track when I was about to enter our bedroom. Thinking that our “royal sentinels” again saw stray dogs passing by, I didn’t go out of the main door to check. Until I heard the sound of a metal striking our gate and a male voice shouting “Tao po!“. It made me finally go out of our house to receive the biggest and most touching surprise in the month of September.
Asking who the sender was, I knew who they were when the courier replied that there was no person’s full name on the transaction receipt. I recognized the business name upon seeing it and remembered it’s the second time that I became a recipient of this genuine expression of thoughtfulness, kindness and love after all these years.