evaluating the evaluation

September 14, 2011

Way back in mid-August we were suppose to have an evaluation. Of course it didn’t happen. Then last Wednesday we were supposed to have it. Of course that didn’t happen either. They moved it to Monday. Of course that didn’t happen. The new date was set for today. By this point I was pretty positive it wasn’t going to happen ever, so of course it did happen.

Each time we thought it was going to happen school for the day or so before was halted so that students could buff the floors and wash things and make sure the appearance of the school was tip top shape. In August it took a whole week, and after that it just kind of was maintained. In my opinion it never really looked all that bad anyways, but I am super grateful for janitors (and i'm not just saying that because I was one). So last week we cleaned on Monday afternoon, all day Tuesday, and then extreme hard-core cleaning on Friday. This week we cleaned all day Tuesday.

Well today the evaluator came and by now I’ve gotten pretty curious about what goes on during this evaluation. I still am. The guy came and then Ma’am took me to the canteen to sit while he did his evaluations. I know that he looked at all her records and made sure she had labels on everything so there is no doubt if the sink is sink. The students had to do some oral recitations and stuff.

We had a big fancy lunch because of the evaluation and now the rest of the day there are no classes. 

tapos na?

September 6, 2011

More adventures in awkward.

I don’t know if you recall but about a month ago two of my neighbors that were both high ups in DepEd passed away. I’d mentioned all the events we had to go to and the Catholic process, but there is more. Today was Tapos (that is strictly my spelling), which is the prayer mass held 40 days the death. They have an altar and they light candles and give offerings and food. Kind of a way of ensuring happy ever after.

Yesterday I was invited to go to a specific Tapos at lunch and the teachers said they would wait for me at the corner. The corner of the street in between where the two houses where the deaths occurred. I waited and waited and finally teachers called me over and they had a seat saved for me and I sat. We got up to get food and when we sat back down the thought occurred to me I was at the wrong Tapos. Sure plenty of my teachers were there, and sure they saved me a seat, but these weren’t those teachers that invited me yesterday so this probably wasn’t the chair I was suppose to be at.

It was terribly awkward for me from that point on, but I also realize I doubt that anybody noticed and no one from either teacher group seemed to think I was a tool for being at one house and not the other. I just can’t help but wonder if maybe the food at the house was more delicious. Is that bad?