it was my first grad school summer class and the schedule---5:00 to 9:00 pm; saturdays and sundays---made me miss out a lot of fun. but it was well worth it.
composed mostly of MPA with sprinklings of MBA and MAED pencil pushers, my human resource management class was by far my largest. and it would go down in my pedagogic history as the subject where i had the most fun.
my reputation as “terror teacher” precedes me and i love mining it for what it's worth. and so with a long face, i said on our first meeting: “was this the same group that went to dr. omas-as to ask her not to let me handle this subject?”
only the faint rustle of coco fronds could be heard.
“and i gathered that dr. omas-as didn’t agree but instead told you that my bark is worse than my bite; that I don’t flunk students,” i deadpanned. ”well, this much i can tell you: she was wrong!”
twenty-two pairs of eyes darted to the floor just as the coco fronds turned mute. i held the silence for the longest time. then i smiled.
we hit it off from there.
many weekends and laughters later, three-fourths of the class sent me text messages, thanking me for the chance to do a removal exam. and after checking the test papers, i just knew that i’d be making a lot of miserable souls happy.
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