If I weren't teaching, I could've been reporting

Before I applied for a teaching job, before I decided that my uncle no long has an interest to send me to law school, before someone texted me that the school where I'm teaching now needed a Social Studies teacher----before all that, I once submitted my application to SunStar Davao. The job I was looking for: Reporter.

One  afternoon, the administrative assistant of the paper sent me a text message, asking me if I could go to the SunStar office for an interview and entrance exam. I said yes.

There, I was interviewed and was asked to take a test. But I wasn't informed I was to take a battery of tests. I started at 10 am, and ended at 2 pm.

By the time the administrative assistant sent me another text message, I was already applying at Stella Maris Academy of Davao.

Part of the reason I did not become a reporter was also my own doing. I was not brave enough to accept the job because of the insecurity---financial insecurity---it gives me. The pay was so small it's equivalent to half of the salary I'm receiving now. The work is so hard---I have to turn in four stories a day.

But it doesn't mean I hate to be a reporter. I love to be a reporter, because as a reporter you get to be paid for your writing. And I love writing. Yet I have to get real about my situation.

Ah, the tension of opposites.

Aralin 3: Ang Katangian at Kahalagahan ng Yamang Tao

The last person who download a soft copy of the lesson got zero in the test. As I always say, download it at your own risk.

Don't tell me you haven't been warned.

Aralin 3: Ang Katangian at kahalagahan ng yamang tao ng Pilipinas