Moral Recovery and Anti Graft Seminar

Today is remarkably better than the days past, emotionally speaking.  I am not feeling off to the moon with happiness or anything of the sort, but definitely, I am feeling better --- though of course, I still have it in me to want to lash out at the first human who is mad enough to cross my firing range.

Today,  my students will start enjoying their week-long semestral break, but unfortunately, teachers aren't one with these students in taking a break.  For the whole week, we are compelled to join in a series of seminars for professional enrichment. It certainly is a good thing to think of thinking that teachers are considered the molders of society, but it is very ironic for the sons and daughters of teachers to have gone astray because their teacher - parents barely have the time to spend with them, let alone make follow-ups on their lives.

Having gone through the first day of the Anti-Graft and Moral Recovery seminar, I could say I was in the right place at the right time today.  The topics were just what each of us needed to jolt us out of our safety zones and to wake us up from our slumber.  However, as has happened in seminars past, teachers, many of them to be specific, were present just for the sake of complying with what had been required.  Most of them who were present were not really that dead serious about what we had been listening to.

Personally, I loved the topics. I knew most of what we discussed since, yet, hearing those things being affirmed by other people made me strengthen my faith.  True enough, I can choose to make a difference if I let God reign supreme in my heart and make him rule in my life.