I've been a class supervisor for six years. I still can name them: 8E, 8G, 9D, 9H, 9B, and 9H. But this year I'm off with it. It wasn't my choice and it is not either now. It was just a mandate to be done.
I was happy to be with my class. We have closer relationship within each other, even I couldn't cover all well. But, I enjoyed being with them all year long.
To name few of the memories, there was a birthday surprise with cake and cute gift. Students are always sweet. There was photo sessions for year book. One of them was when I was highly pregnant and it was getting dark under drizzling sky. We were having a late photo session in the city park. It was amazing.
There were also some issues to deal, not only with students but parents as well. I was and still nervous every time I have to meet parents face to face, to deliver their students' report, and some news from school.
Dealing with students' report was out of my imagination, too. If only I knew that I would be a class supervisor, I would have had a simpler signature. But thank God, I didn't have to write the report all in my hand writing.
In short, there were both sweet and bitter memories of being a class supervisor. I am blessed to meet all of them. And I miss them sometimes.
Keep on flourishing, kids.
I hope I've fulfilled the mandate well.
No comments:
Post a Comment