Tesol class is over. i don’t want to say it’s FINALLY over… actually… i’m sad that’s it over. but it is.
Tomorrow… i won’t have my usual breakfast of spicy tuna fita and nescafe intense while listening to kuya Sam.
I won’t hear Pema and Frankie bickering.
I won’t be seeing my students at the barangay hall.
I won’t be seeing our order list for lunch and decide between beef caldereta and beef caldereta (tough choice to make.. tsk tsk)
No more sleepless nights because of lesson planning
I won’t be sharing a table with decai…
I won’t be hearing Ate Jurene’s soothing voice…
There ain’t gonna be Kuya Sam’s funner lessons
Ate baby’s bananas….
Ate Nette’s “you need help with anything?”
Ate Lillian’s thorough planning…
waaaah…
the devotions…
the rides at ate baby’s ummm… fx?
listening to Pema speak tagalog (Bente-cuatro oras… dito sa cubao isang betan at 2 filipinas… arestedo!)
What shall i do tomorrow?
Hmmm.. actually i already have some stuff on my list. I just have to drag myself through it…. hehehe…
And my other plans… I place ‘em in your hands Lord… 
