was always the teacher’s pet in elementary and high school. For some reason they liked me, maybe because I look so docile. It’s not an easy situation: your classmates envy and resent you, and most days you have to stay behind to help your teacher clean up. In college I learned that the “terror” teachers were really the best ones. At the end of the semester you’re thankful that you were in those classes; you realize that you learned more from them. You were challenged. At the University of the Philippines, the terror teachers’ classes were the easier ones to get into—no one else wanted to enroll in them. In college I was always the last person to enroll—it was so difficult, the lines were so long, I was from La Union and the dorms weren’t open yet so I had no place to live, and I always ended up with the terror teachers. I still get nightmares about registration. And about flunking math.
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