I don't know what to feel, but tomorrow I'll start in my new job--something I've been earnestly praying for I don't know when, not exactly the position, but the nature of the job.
Even before I graduated from college, I already started working as an English teacher for Korean students. Something, I've never expected I would do. But, I guess I was fortunate because I desperately needed money that time. Though, I've never really wished to be a teacher, I was grateful of the experience. I was reintroduced to grammar and realized I still don't know a lot of things(we didn't have grammar subject in college, as far as I could remember). I've also met wonderful kids which were my students, yet I've met ones who were pain in the neck.
But one thing was missing. I knew in myself that I was missing the chance to write. While, working as a teacher, I've attempted several times to join writing contests. But all of them never pushed through, I couldn't even update my measly blog which could have been an outlet to peek on my unborn dream.
For a year and three months, I was focusing on teaching my students, yet my mind was preoccupied with something else--to write.
Less than a month ago, I got a text message from a college friend asking me to apply for a writing position in Department of Agriculture. I told myself:Why not?. That afternoon, I went there and filled up an application form. Few minutes later, they were asking me to do a feature article, which I wasn't ready for. I just did it without much conviction.
While I was walking away from DA office, I was thinking that I screwed up the exam and I won't be hired. Then, I just realized that I want the job. I prayed for it, and God answered my prayer a week after, when I already gave it up.
Call it luck. And I thank my friend, maybe if not for her, I would be stuck as a teacher which is not bad, but not good as well.
I was so happy and was telling everybody about it(at least those people close to me.)
Tomorrow will be my first day. To tell you the truth I lost the momentum already, and I'm just sheer happy about it. No more fancy thoughts attached.
It may not be my dream job(as being a writer is so broad), but I have this feeling that I'm close to it. And that's what I'm looking forward to~
After hours of browsing and trying out skins for my blog, it turned out I'd just be using the template they have here in blogspot.. Oh well, if I just know how to create a skin for my blog, I could have the control over almost everything that concerns the appearance. But, I guess I just have to deal with this one now.. Thisaway green isn't that bad though..
with love, Cath at 5:10 PM
Last Sunday I felt like a comeback kid in Church, since it was during the Ancient Times since I last attended a mass for one full hour. Actually, it was one hour and 15 minutes. It’s not really that I’ve never set foot on Churches, but I’ve never attended mass seriously, for I think more than a year. There were some instances where I would just pass by a church and spend some minutes there. (If lucky I could even listen to the priest’s sermon). But I never really got the chance to attend from the start till the end.
I came to Church last Sunday with my mother. I was really hoping for this day, but I think we were both tired and we really don’t meet that much. I was surprised when I just blurted out last Saturday evening, “Ma, simba tayo.”
And so it happened.
First thing the next morning, I just heard my mother said, “Kala ko ba magsisimba tayo?” And I just automatically woke up and prepared my self to go to church. It would be a good day. I thought.
We went to church in Concepcion, Marikna, and attended the 7:30 Mass.
I wasn’t really a religious person. Sorry to say but not that spiritual as well. Well, I’m trying to understand things, but I guessed I still get confused most of the time.
I was born with Catholic parents. And so, I was raised a Catholic. I know Our Father, Apostles Creed, and other prayers as well.
When I was in fifth grade I had a Born Again Christian teacher. We didn’t have crucifix in the room, and it was the time, I started not doing the sign of the cross. but, i still do sometimes.
There are a lot of debates and arguments about which religion is the best or which one says the truth or will bring us to everlasting life. I can’t say I’m a devout Catholic, I don’t believe everything in church. But, i do attend mass and observe the proper attitude inside the Church. And one question boggles me: How Saying Peace Be With You came to be?
I learned from the internet that it was already done in old Christian gathering. What they did is kiss each other as they offer their word of peace. But, I wouldn’t say it to some one if I don’t mean it. On the second thought, saying it to someone you don’t know in the mass doesn’t hurt anyway.