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The word "Significant"



 “Whatever you do will be insignificant, but you must do it.” 
― Mahatma Gandhi
4:45 PM. After our class, I headed right away to the library. I just want to go there, neither to review nor to prepare myself for the Prelim Exam but to read newspapers and update myself on what is happening to my beloved country. While reading, I accidentally saw the word “significant” on the reading material I have. Suddenly, I remember that I still have something to attend to- a reflection paper.
“What do you consider the most significant thing happened to your life?”- that’s the question raised by our teacher. As I started writing, I looked around, and I spread my eyes into the library's four portals, and unconsciously, I smiled. I don’t know. I just remember my humble beginning as a student, and the first time I stepped into this institution. It’s been four long years and still counting. (Deep Sigh)
Studying here in this institution was not among my options before. I’ll study it’s either in a seminary or in a seminary (hehe J). After graduation during my high school, I decided to enter and to study inside the seminary with the help of our Parish Priest and some concern and kind parishioners. The financial aspect is neither a hindrance nor a problem since I have my sponsors who will finance all my expenses inside the seminary. However, when I asked for my parents' permission, they refused to give me their blessing. And all the members of the family are not in favor of my proposal to enter the seminary. I didn’t have the chance to explain my side before because no matter how hard I explained to them my side, they will never understand me, I suppose. So, entering seminary school was then removed from my options. When I relayed the news to our parish priest, he was very disappointed and dismayed. Then, he introduced me to a scholarship in one school in Tuguegarao, and it so happened that it is USL. Desperate enough to study, I grabbed the opportunity.
My stay here in this school is not easy- burdensome, tiresome, full of joy and happy moments with my crazy friends, bombarded with so many requirements, challenged with nerve-wracking exams and recitations, embarrassing experiences, non-sense arguments with my classmates and teachers, and a lot more than every college students experienced it too, I presume.
In college life, there is no room for mediocrity. You need to work hard and strive hard for you to pass. As Saint John Paul II used to say, “ Duc in Altum” meaning aim high and you will reach high. Being an education student is not trouble-free; you need to double your effort and never settle yourself from mediocrity. Through these scholastic years, I have encountered a lot of teachers- different teachers. Teachers who I really thought were aliens from Mars and try to torture kids in class. Teachers who were like parents who care enough about their students, and I was so blessed with an army of awesome angelic teachers who inspired me to become the most awesome teacher that I can be.
I pictured myself standing in front of 50 different students- different personalities, different bits of intelligence, different perspectives, and aspirations. Whoa! I cannot even imagine! Being a teacher is somewhat a privilege because they entrusted you with a great responsibility of molding, not just the mind but the whole person of the young people under your care. 

I don’t exactly remember why I decided to enroll in education. Yes, I wanted to become a priest, but somehow I wanted to become part of the history of my future students' development and progress. That, for once, I became their teacher who inspired them to become the best student they can be and a loving instrument in the building up of His Kingdom on earth as I tried to follow His Son, Jesus Christ, the Greatest Teacher.
Yes, this is probably the most significant thing that happened in my life: to become part of this institution and an education student that someday will inspire people and direct them towards a better life. It is a great opportunity indeed to have this chance to reflect. Amidst of busy schedule and adversities, once for a while trying to step back, breathe and contemplate. Because only in quiet water can we see our reflection undistorted.
5:33 PM. I yawned and looked around. I checked my watch, and I am already 3 minutes late for my next class. I glanced again at the word “significant” in the reading material I have. Unconsciously, a wide smile suddenly flashed on my face. J






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