Education is a right. That’s why the government built public schools for the poor – ahem – less privileged.
I admit I used to be envious of those rich kids who could manage to study at a private school ’cause no matter how politicians (during the election season) sugarcoated their achievements of how they’ve improved the state of public schools, they were still shit (to be fair, they’re improving now… slightly).
However, being in a terrible institution has its perks though – I learned a hell LOT of lessons going through this shit like:
“Okay class, here’s your T.L.E. books. One book must be shared by five students, okay?”
I once lost my Sibika at Kultura book once and I have to pay like ₱250 for that. My asshole of a teacher took it and never gave it back. So be thankful that your parents pay for your books, that they’re clean and new, because if you went to public school you’d receive worn-out books (are they even books?) with some penis scribbles on them (that’s the signature of the previous owner).
Oh, did I mention that we didn’t have library back then?
And here I thought teachers need to pass some licensure exam to be able to teach.
Probably some were just lucky to pass or cheated their way ’cause I know a lot of them back in my school days. Some are always absent, some have no clue what they teach and just smile (Maybe their salary isn’t just enough to warrant their time and energy).
Sshhh… there’s even this teacher who would give us the answer key of the periodic exams. I still remember the answer key of Sibika test:
How did I get past the grumpy sikyu?
Every Wednesday the garbage truck would enter the premises so the gates would go “Open Sesame!” There other ways of getting out of school like climbing the high fence but it takes cooperation to do so. What I definitely learned is to choose your school barkada wisely, or you’ll end up becoming a delinquent like me.
I – I’m not bashing my former female classmates but being a public school attended by poor – I mean less privileged students, this observation holds true: that rich girls are usually attractive and poor girls are usually [$%^]. So my advice to you boy, is to wait for college or better yet, wait till you got a proper job and you’ll earn your much deserved pretty chick.
Everybody’s hot – the teacher, the classmates, the room…
A public school classroom typically accommodates 50-70 students. It’s kinda fine, unless if your in a room with broken electric fan. With no fan to circulate the air, the carbon dioxide that’s simultaneously exhaled by 60 people will clump inside that tiny room and the temperature rises. The teacher would then ask everyone to donate like ₱30/student to buy your classroom some cheap ceiling fan. I am told that it’s not proper to say “Global Warming”, it’s “Climate Change”. Oh, okay.
It’s really hard to focus on the lecture when your armchair is no longer an “armchair”…
YEAH, THAT’S MY REASON WHY I GOT PITIFUL GRADES BACK IN HIGH SCHOOL! Try taking down notes while in that position, it’s hard and annoying.
Oh God, one of my worst classrooms was something like this:
Cracked walls, broken floor, wooden windows with missing slats, and most importantly, the rusted roof poked with thousands holes (yeah, we didn’t have a ceiling). That’s why when it’s about to rain during the lecture, just prepare yo’ raincoats, prepare yo’ umbrellas ’cause yo’ definitely get wet! Now bask in your air-conditioned classroom and don’t complain!
It’s because we DIDN’T have a janitor – WE are the janitor!
The teacher would assign students to do the chores after the class. Yeah, we would sweep and scrub the floor and water the plants. It’s like Brigada Eskwela every day!
Cleaning attendance was recorded and if you had absences, you’d have to pay it with this:
Yeah, I also thought they only exists in movies (and China hehe).
My bully acted that way because probably he’s raised in a shanty town. I’m not saying that these kind of people are uncivilized but I got a fair share of bad experiences in their company.
Also for chrissakes, if you’re being bullied, report it to the school or your parents. That’s what I did, and my grandma almost struck the poor bully with her walking stick.