Saturday, July 30, 2016

                                A D    I N F I N I T U M

                                  By S. M. R. Bercadez

Education is the soul of the human progress, a demand for improvement, a circulation of learning that never ends. Learning is ubiquitous, you can find yourself reading posters at street lawns and walls and you’re learning without even noticing it. In traffic signage’s, you know when and where the right place in crossing roads because you learned it from previous years. Learning exists when you find the reason beyond the coercion of education and learning. 


If I were to write a plan, I will direct the path straightly where the predicaments are present beyond compare. It must be existent, exigent and retroactive because learning and education must always be one supported by a stimulus-- teacher. The succession of students’ learning is hundred and tenfold succession of a teacher, it’s incomparable. As we teach, we must prepare ourselves wholly in all the circumstances that will surely happen for a day, the sour and sweet taste of the dish is like the thrive and failure of a teacher. Of course, we’re not perfect, we have flaws and we are licensed to commit mistakes at times. On the other hand, we are the navigator and mediator in every class we teach, the mixture of all the ingredients needed. We direct paths in most upright ways. The students’ understanding from broad to depth is the measurement of how effective you are in teaching as it becomes your springboard to teach more. Yes, we cannot measure accurately the thoughts of our students, but we can weight them according to standards. The fragrance may not be good at first blow, but we can still prove its existence by tasting it. As time passes, it becomes good in fragrance and in taste because we try to accept incorrectness, the different delectable of the dish is the evidence to prove it. 


Learning is inexorably continuous, it never stops. We learn even when we are at our wildest dreams, we learn even our eyes are staring at the blank walls, still high and ideal thoughts exist. It’s unstoppable. At the end of the day, it’s the learning that encompasses all as chicken does in Adobo. 

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