I was about to begin this entry with the words, “This was my worst year ever.” Then I remembered.
I don’t live along Mayon Volcano. I haven’t set foot in Mindanao, much less Maguindanao. I didn’t get A(H1N1). My family was spared from the wrath of Ondoy. Though it can be difficult to find the silver lining when a young, promising teacher dies, or an estranged uncle passes away, I just pinch myself – I am still here. The cynic in me would quip that nothing really happened in 2009. I disagree. I look back at times that were really good and the following come to mind.
20 February 2009

Sigaw! was AKSIS’s biggest project yet and I am pleased with how it turned out. It wasn’t perfect, of course. We sort of missed our targets to record the winning song (though that can still change) and shop the contest to radio stations for sponsorships and what not, but it was just a huge thing to get our feet wet and feel that this is indeed possible. I am deeply hoping for a sequel of sorts, and I am confident my team this year can cobble something together.
Polarity, 13 March 2009
Mt. Pinatubo, 15 March 2009

I say this now to make it official: School Year 2008 to 2009 was my best school year so far. This is not to diminish all the awesome things I’ve done and incredible people and students I’ve worked with in the past — like Pisay Meets World and the founding of AKSIS in 2007 — but last school year I was given the biggest assignment I’ve had yet.
I really loved every single moment of being the Batch Adviser to 2011. It was just such a different challenge that required me to dig deep and bring out skills I’ve always had but never got to utilize fully. I am thankful for the people I’ve met and the new partnerships I’ve formed. I am just so glad for the opportunity, and given the chance I would have loved to continue on to Third Year and continue serving Batch 2011 as their Adviser, or take in a new Batch, 2012, under my wing. Either would have been excellent, but alas, it was not meant to be. Other teachers deserve their big moments too, and this one was it for me.
As we triumphantly stood overlooking the crater of Mt. Pinatubo, I said, “It couldn’t get any better than this.” Indeed.
7 to 15 November 2009

And then there was India. My first encounter with the country is both familiar and strange. Familiar for I have read and learned so much about the country prior to my trip, but strange because nothing can quite prepare you for India. However, this country begs a sequel and a series of sequels. Our trip was relatively contained, and I wasn’t able to soak in as much of the locality as I hoped.
But the little I did absorb is already tremendously rich, and hence my respect and curiosity for the country has only increased. I will forever remember the sweet hospitality of Aakriti and Tushar, and the hilarity that ensued between Jeff, Terence, and I. It was my privilege learning about education from Debashis Chatterjee, and I am now on a quest to make educationist a real word and profession here in the Philippines.
So why the initial pessimism?
Let me try to articulate why I haven’t been writing as much anymore.
Every time I stare at my computer screen, I ask myself, “Will these words matter?”
Is there really sense in writing down how my day went, or what I really think about school policies, or what new books I got. Will any of that matter?
Perhaps, to one or two individuals it will. Or when I write something controversial it will matter to a whole lot for about two seconds, then it’s back to your regularly scheduled programming.
But does it matter to me?
For lately I’ve been feeling a wider gap between the things I say and the things I do. More and more, I feel myself not being able to live up to the standard I’ve set out for me, and that is to always speak the truth and to be honest in all things I do.
I am not saying that I’ve become a liar, a cheat, or a hack. Far from it.
I simply say this — that I speak of change, yet writing on this blog reminds me of how little things change.
I decry school policies and yet in describing how the system has slighted me, I realize how little I’ve really done. I comment on politics and conclude how lousy our government is while I remain seated, distant, and insulated from the political process.
I’ve always wanted more for myself. And now, after having written on this blog for the better part of the last two years, I now want more from myself.
Not just words anymore.
That is why last school year was so precious to me. For the first time in my adult professional life, there was no gap between words and action, ideas and execution. I believed that I served as Batch Adviser not for myself but for my students, and is so doing I put my career on the line. It worked. It paid off. We triumphed.
What I want more for myself are more moments like that. No, I am not demanding that I become Batch Adviser right here, right now. All I ask is that opportunity to realize those bigger things I’ve always wanted for myself, and if the system will not provide then it falls on me to make my own path.
This is how I’ve always been, I remind myself now. I used to speak about how I don’t believe in a destiny given to me, but that a man does everything he can until his destiny is revealed. (That I picked up from The Last Samurai, if you remember.)
And here’s another favorite from Batman Begins:
“It’s not who I am underneath, but what I do that defines me.”
But it’s been a while. Let’s update ourselves with something from The Dark Knight.
“You either die a hero or live long enough to see yourself become the villain.”
I’ve been writing less because I began to see myself as the villain in my own story. I’ve placed so much faith in me that when things failed to turn my way, I slipped into apathy and indifference. I became the person I never wanted to be. But perhaps, I should remind myself how in my teaching, I believe in others so easily. If there is one sphere of my life where I place complete faith and trust in others, it would be in my students. (And this is probably why teaching is so important to me.) And yet, if the pictures above would attest, my most triumphant moments were never alone. Something to think about, Martin.
That being said, I still feel ambivalent about continuing to write here. This post has been wonderful; allowing myself more time to think and write more honestly about the past year has helped neutralize the cynicism I’ve felt about the moments that didn’t go too well. If only for catharsis, I can still write and this blog will still be here.
But I feel that everything I write — especially here on the Internet — only glimpses at “who I am underneath.” I am like Clark Kent, ripping open his shirt, and claiming to the world, “I am Superman!” but without the actual ability to fly, bend steel, and shoot fire from his eyes. Or can’t he?
For it is what I do next that will define me.
It is what we do that does.
Happy New Year to all!


