I remember how we always joked about becoming teachers only as a last resort.
So when my friends found out I was taking up a contract teaching position in Anderson Junior College (my old JC), most found it ironic and expressed concern that I’ve decided to give up advertising, the one thing I spent so much time positioning myself for in Uni. To be honest, the initial plan was in fact to teach for a couple of months, earn some money and apply for other jobs. However as time went on, I discovered that there was much more to this job and decided to give it a proper shot.
‘Run For Rice” – Cross country with a social cause
As an old boy, adjusting to the culture at AJC was fairly easy. Fortunately or not, hardly anything has changed in the last nine years (including the same smelly PE dept toilets).
Sharing with the J1 dancers
What I loved most though, was coming back to ODAC (Outdoor Activities Club) and having the privilege to guide my juniors. From local treks, PT, NYAA camp, climbing Mt. Fansipan in Vietnam, to skills training and planning activities for the JC1s, it was so fulfilling getting involved and seeing them grow with every activity. Unfortunately I got involved with a couple of projects towards the end and could not spend as much time with them.
It takes a certain kind of mentality to go through this kind of stuff
CIP with the Odacians in Sapa
Cycling through Cat Cat village in Vietnam
I used to dismiss teaching as something that anyone could do and I couldn’t have been more wrong. Of course there are teachers who see it as just a job, but there are many others who really treat it as their calling. The hours are long, workload is crazy, environment can be bureaucratic, and students aren’t always appreciative. Often teachers find themselves giving and giving, at the expense of their wellbeing. So thank you teachers, for believing in the future generations.
My lovely colleagues. Recognize them ex-ajcians? haha.
Fast forward one year, I’m leaving the service with a heavy heart. Although it has been an enjoyable and fulfilling journey, it’s time to take that leap of faith, move forward and hope the dots connect.
Farewell gifts from Odac. Bye bye Mr Tay!
P.S. This will probably be the last short post for this blog as it’s time for a major overhaul.