I texted my professor today. Yep, that professor. Couldn't help it. Had to thank him for my fabulous grade (which kept me alive after yesterday's exhausting and disappointing site plan presentation).:P Thanked him, too, for inspiring his students to want to be good planners. "Don't stop teaching," I told him.
As if on cue, he said he'll be finishing his contract with SURP, which ends next year. After that, he's off "to find a better-paying job."
So much for inspiration. Sad, sad, sad. This is what UP gets for not taking care of its faculty. How many professors have I known to leave UP because of the exact same reason? Yes, yes, teaching is a vocation. How I wish I could say that to my professor but 1) that would be too preachy and 2) vocation shouldn't be as undignified as it is in this country's public school system.
It's just...I dunno, depressing. Ever since I interviewed one of my teachers about this problem years ago (right before he was pirated by DLSU and given thrice what he was getting in UP), I've always made it a point to tell good teachers that they are good, that they are worth more to their students than they think. Fine, it's not as if words can make up for the unjust pay, but I hoped, anyway. It's probably a futile attempt.
Haay, life.
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I got on the wrong jeepney on the way home today. It took the FTI route, the one on the other, darker side of the highway, with all the junk and vulcanizing shops and hold-ups. Katakot. Kainis. I was so irritated and scared out of my wits that I had to pass by SM to buy chocolate, my standard upper. I managed to finish the entire bar halfway home; I was stuck in traffic because the road used as a shortcut by just about everyone in Paranaque, which is also the one I use everyday, is under construction at both ends at the same time. Hello.
And then when I got home, I opened the ref and, lo and behold, a box of chocolates sat inside, free for the taking, looking satisfied as it stared back at me.
Kainis.
Haay, life.
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