LOGICAL analogy
This morning, I just realized that, starting from grade four up to my fourth year high school, I always end up hating male Religion/Catechetics teachers. I don't know why. It's just that when I was thinking of my grade school friends [an issue about an "early reunion" came up], I suddenly remembered my teachers [thanks to that previous entry] and that only in the high school did I had a female Catechetics teacher [Ma'm Jamilla, 1st year and 3rd year].
Starting from grade four [that was when I entered a "Catholic" School], I recalled some certain events about RVE [Religion and Values Education] like being embarassed by the teacher.....grrrr. Last I heard, he was kicked out of the school. Then grade 5 and grade 6; although I didn't fail RVE doesn't mean I got a good grade i.e. most of my classmates got a 90 I think, while I got 85 [or is it 87?]. I did had a fight with the teacher who also happens to be the Principal and my adviser's best friend. Gee what luck. Oh about the fight---well, It's just that I accidentally lost my report on "his" life. Urgghhh....talk about vanities.
Then onwards to my second year in high school. It's just that the teacher embarassed me in front of the class [it's a long story and the result is a very disgusting situation]. Now, to the fourth year. Unfortunately I FORGOT who my teacher was during that period of my high school life. Although, I'm sure I never really liked the subject and especially the teacher. [It's a wonder I got a 95 when I was so sure that I'd get a grade no higher than 80.]
A philosopher once said: To live life forwards but be understood backwards. Maybe it's in my nature to hate all male Catechetics teachers because they all exhibit some kind of vanity. [Did I mention a weird recurrence in my life? 3 teachers were once from the seminary...and that they left the seminary because of some unknown reason...gee, I wonder what's in store for me in my Ph...i..l..o..sop.....hy (I can't say L...o....g...ic and that P word anymore) subject (luckily, my theology teacher is female)]
Oh, a word to the WISE: never use your poetic license when it is of no importance at all, except for writing some poems of course! Never try to impress me by sending a message, complete with Rumi-like verses if you can convey things you want to say to me in a much simpler way e.g. using the thesaurus for a lousy reply to an inquiry.
Starting from grade four [that was when I entered a "Catholic" School], I recalled some certain events about RVE [Religion and Values Education] like being embarassed by the teacher.....grrrr. Last I heard, he was kicked out of the school. Then grade 5 and grade 6; although I didn't fail RVE doesn't mean I got a good grade i.e. most of my classmates got a 90 I think, while I got 85 [or is it 87?]. I did had a fight with the teacher who also happens to be the Principal and my adviser's best friend. Gee what luck. Oh about the fight---well, It's just that I accidentally lost my report on "his" life. Urgghhh....talk about vanities.
Then onwards to my second year in high school. It's just that the teacher embarassed me in front of the class [it's a long story and the result is a very disgusting situation]. Now, to the fourth year. Unfortunately I FORGOT who my teacher was during that period of my high school life. Although, I'm sure I never really liked the subject and especially the teacher. [It's a wonder I got a 95 when I was so sure that I'd get a grade no higher than 80.]
A philosopher once said: To live life forwards but be understood backwards. Maybe it's in my nature to hate all male Catechetics teachers because they all exhibit some kind of vanity. [Did I mention a weird recurrence in my life? 3 teachers were once from the seminary...and that they left the seminary because of some unknown reason...gee, I wonder what's in store for me in my Ph...i..l..o..sop.....hy (I can't say L...o....g...ic and that P word anymore) subject (luckily, my theology teacher is female)]
Oh, a word to the WISE: never use your poetic license when it is of no importance at all, except for writing some poems of course! Never try to impress me by sending a message, complete with Rumi-like verses if you can convey things you want to say to me in a much simpler way e.g. using the thesaurus for a lousy reply to an inquiry.