Today, I ended my last class for the second term. I taught nine units this term — two classes of FILM4TV and one class of SCRIPT2 — and I enjoyed every minute of it. When my students handed over their final work (for SCRIPT2) or after they had heard my comments over their pilots/trailers (for FILM4TV), I told them they could go and some of them stayed.
A few thanked me for the term and one even told me I was his favorite professor.
It’s my second term teaching at the College of St. Benilde and I’m really loving it. I love what I do, I love interacting with these kids, learning from them and sharing what I know. I call them my kids now and I know I’ve crossed the line from this being my job to this being my life.
I’ve been working so hard these past few weeks that I haven’t seen my friends at all. They don’t even invite me out anymore because they know I would probably just say no. But every day that I have class, I try to go early and I stay as long as I can to be able to d whatever I can to help out at the school. Be available for students to consult with me on their projects (usually their thesis scripts) or to engage in a discussion with the faculty and the staff at the department.
I’m seriously thinking of taking my Masters because it’s my ticket to being able to stay in the school for a long time and to go full time, if possible.
I really love what I do and when I found out that the schedule for the next term was available, I kept checking on it to see what classes I’ve got next term so that I can prepare. I have six units next term, FILM4TV, and I’m already thinking about what I’m going to do when school starts next week.
Would it be so weird to say that I can’t wait for the next term to start already?