Pagadian, Baby!

October 17, 2010

Thus I went on with the rationalization of the 300 questions from yesterday. 

There were lesser students today, considering it was a Sunday and to conduct a whole-day class would be so absurd an idea to a regular student.  But I liked it better than yesterday because those who came were the ones who were actually serious about the lecture and consequently there were no unnecessary disturbances by the ones who just wanted attention or the ones who kept throwing senseless jokes to maybe crack up the class but insult the person in front – and that would be me.

The students went back after lunch, too.  And that was a very good sign.  In the morning when I asked if they wanted to take a break or proceed, they chose to proceed.  So I was like, “Oooh.. I must be getting better at this.”  The class was interactive the entire time, and we had fun too.  I was getting better at jokes.

After the class the staff told me that I was indeed getting better. Wow, what a nice and refreshing thing to hear.

From class, we took a short ride to the terminal, where I went aboard the bus headed to Pagadian, Zamboanga.  And so here I am at my new hotel, missing Ozamiz and the warm and friendly staff that helped me through my first classes as an official lecturer.