Stand fast and hold
In God’s Word be bold
Do not be ashamed
You’ll have reward when Jesus came
Stand fast and hold
When liars doubt His Word
Do not be deceived
Trust the gospel you’ve received
Stand fast and hold
Stand up your faith on cross
Stand fast and hold
As Jesus died for the world
Isang sport activity ang nagturo sa akin kung paano ang magpatuloy sa buhay—-ito ang wall climbing. Ang wall climbing ay isang karansan na nagpapatibay sa kalamnan, braso, binti, puso, paniniwala at pagtitiwala.
Sa isang PE activity noong ikalawang taon sa kolehiyo nang una kong masabak ang wall climbing. Tinanaw ko pataas kung may katapusan ba ang malapad at matayog na pader—sa pinkatuktok maaaninag ang goal na mapatunog ang munting kampana. Sa harap ko’y nakadikit na makukulay at hiwa-hiwalay na bato. Huminga ako nang malalim at napagdesisyunan kong kaya ko ‘to. Ang unang pag-apak ng kanang paa at unang pagkapit ng dalawang paa sa mga unang bato ay nangangailangan ng kasiguraduhan na kaya kong hakbangan lahat ng bato. Sumunod, hinakbang ang kaliwang paa, at ikinapit sa mas mataas na bato ang kanang kamay. Sa bawat pag-usad, tumatakbo sa isip ko ang mga payo ng mga naunang sumalang: dapat mabilis ang hakbang para di ka abutan ng pagkangalay, diretso lang dapat ang direksyon ng pag-akyat dahil di mo mararating ang goal mo kung pagpipilitan mo ang sarili mo na akyatin ang pader ng iba.
Naging swabe ang mga unang hakbang. Nang nasa kalagitnaan na ako, natigilan ako. Mag-isa lang ako kaya kailangan ko palakasin ang loob ko at suportahan ang sarili ko. Yumuko ako at sinuyod ng tingin ang daan pababa– ang lalim, ang layo na pala ng naakyat ko. Marami na pala akong nalampasan, sayang naman kung di ko ipagpapatuloy. Pero gusto ko nang bumaba, di ko na kasi abot yung susunod na bato dahil maiksi ang braso ko. Parang imposible na. Gusto ko sanang sumandal pero naalala kong pader nga pala iyon. Naisipan kong tumambay na lang muna sa gitna at magpahinga. Maya-maya, narinig ko ang hiyaw ng mga kaklase ko na, go Froe kaya mo ‘yan konti nalang. Konti nalang ba? Tumingala ako at kasabay ng pag-usal ng panalangin, sinuyod ng tingin ang daan pataas at nakita kong malapit na ako sa munting kampana. Siguro ganito talaga ang buhay. ‘pag mas malapit na sa goal, mas mahirap; pero kahit na mas malayo ang mga susunod na hakbang, ang mahalaga, malapit na sa finish line. Nagsagawa ako ng affirmation na kaya ko ‘to ten times at nagpatuloy na ang mga sumunod na hakbang. Maya-maya, narinig nang umalingawngaw ang tunog ng munting kampana.
Walang kapantay ang kasiyahan.
Simula noon, tuwing dadaan ako sa mga pader ng tunay na buhay tulad ng lesson plan, demo, riserts, exam, occasional paper at iba pa, bumabalik sa akin ang gunita ng wall climbing. Ginagawa ko pa rin ang affirmation na kaya ko ‘to ten times sa tuwing mukhang imposible na ang mga susunod na hakbang. Siguro ganito talaga ang buhay, ‘pag mas malapit sa goal, mas mahirap pero ang mas totoo ay malapit na sa finish line. Simula nang malapasan ko ang wall climbing, pakiramdam ko, inaakyat ko na nag aking buhay nang walang takot sa mga pagsubok na possible naming mapagtagumpayan.
Jesus loves you even you did bad but it makes Him sad. So confess and say a prayer to Hom, “Jesus, I love you and help me do good. Amen.”
Nabasa ko ang essay na ito sa isang fb page, nirepost ko dahil sumasang-ayon ako sa pagtanaw ng estudyanteng ito sa isa sa mahuhusay na propesor sa PNU. Kung sino man po ang orihinal na nagsulat nito, I acknowledge you. hehe 🙂
One would often see Professor Nanette Conception-Narito (not Naruto) walking by the hallways, calling in one of red angle’s phone booth every afternoon or dropping by the College of Education’s offices. She would always leave the portrait, hoping not to be still like the campus walls. She’s almost everywhere.
Her students would sometimes be annoyed of her ‘narito way’ composed of energizing rituals- vigorous clapping, stretching, arms forward, shouting yells. But after a full semester of unfailing energizers, everyone will just take the routine as a part of their day.
She owes her life of routine and motion to her parents. As a daughter of a Brigadier General and a Principal, doubt nothing why she possesses such qualities. Her childhood days were a balance of enjoyment and disciple rather than stifling. When asked about her thoughts on whose path to take (mother or father), she readily replies, “Mother!” Prof. Narito stressed that she doesn’t want to cut the lineage of teachers in the family tree. Aspirations to the teaching career came at a less mature stage. She would be inspired when she witnessed her mother teaching to a point of childish mimicry.
Being a daughter of a general and a principal is her edge. Their modes of discipline would catapult her to flying colors. She graduated Valedictorian at E. Rodriguez Elementary school with Presidential merits. While in High school, she finished the academic race as an honor student at the University of the Philippines Preparatory High School. Until she reached her doctoral studies, Prof. Narito consistently bagged a record of being a scholar and an academic achiever. But she didn’t miss the high school giggles, “I was once UP Miss Alma Mater.”
Division of City Schools and Jose Abad Santos High School opened its doors; there she started to be a teacher and a coordinator as well. “It was a feeling of accomplishment.” She was overwhelmed upon reaching her dream.
In the 1980’s she got married to Mr. Aristeo C. Narito, a real estate broker. A hard facet of her life came in when she gave birth to her first born. She was torn in joggling her role as a teacher, mother and wife. Initially, balancing took a laborious effort but she got used to it. The labor was brought to a higher level when she had twins while on her doctoral studies. “Imagine, tending three cribs.” With a very supportive family she was able to hurdle these maternal challenges.
After finishing doctoral, her mother passed away. There was difficulty in accepting the loss of her great inspiration. As a way of moving on, she focused on her rearing children. She would take doubled efforts to produce time for her responsibilities. Despite the time constraints, Prof. Narito faced the normal motherly duties such as mentoring her children. That’s why her family appreciates her as teacher and mother, at the same time. With this, she regards her profession as a ‘blessing.’
Who says it is impossible to serve two masters at the same time? Prof. Narito serves a living proof that you can serve two masters with proper management of constrained time.
Dr. Narito’s tale doesn’t speak epics, not even begging “narito ako” for recognition. It plainly stands out as an imprint of the many challenges in the education landscape. Family, especially children, takes a apposite consideration. When asked to choose what to prioritize, she answers “both.” She was able to show in her utterance that deep in her lies a willing soul of a teacher and a mother – unceasing and undying. She would maintain the harmony of both duties without risking the other. As one of her students said, “Regardless of filling the semester with boom-claps or yahoos, it would always be happy to learn with Maam Narito.”
Dr. Narito is here, living and breathing, to show us that we can find ways to fulfill our duties. She is here to claim not accolade but the virtue of acceptance to every man’s struggle. In every struggle that we have, creativity must triumph. Whenever we are on drought, miserable or helpless, please remember this teacher saying, “Narito ako.” “
Faculty of Education Science
Siya si Ate Reg, 4th yr na nagsalin ng sulo sa akin. 🙂 Bigla kong naramdaman ang responsibilidad ng pagiging iskolar ng bayan. -_-” Haha.