The Path I Took to Reach My

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P By: China May G. Sabangan
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Tears run down on my face as I hear about my future, battling if I should buy medicine to cure the illness
E the news that changed a big part of stop and look for a different dream called, “overwork.” Then I realized,
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my life. It was 2015 when my moth- or should I continue while carrying if there is no such thing as an easy
er told me, “Anak, hindi natin kaya the fear of stopping again. I wanted job, then I would love to take the
R ngayong sem.” I can’t feel anything, to go back but the situation won’t hardships with the work that I truly E
can’t say anything, it’s just my tears let me. So after turning 18, I forced love.
S that spoke for me. myself to look for a job. A job I nev-
Many said that once I experience R
er imagined that I would do, but
7860 pesos, the balance I left after earning, I would not want to go
O my first semester in CvSU and
slowly found myself loving it too.
back to studying anymore, but I
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which I had to pay first before I can After a month, I got promoted from say otherwise. I will not sacrifice

N enroll for the second semester. For being a barista to a store supervi- education with the little they give
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7860 pesos, my life changed, my sor. I was, again, afraid. Worrying if I me. So I hoped and hoped that
dreams crumbled and I felt so can do it, if I should do it. And I did! one day, I’ll be able to go back to
A ashamed. Up until the last day of Even with all the doubts I had, I still where I first found myself proud. N
enrollment, I could not tell my accepted it...but you know this
In 2018, even with a big Christmas
L classmates that I won’t be able to thing that they always say? “There is
bonus and stuff coming, I resigned C
eat, to study, and to have fun with no such thing as an easy job.” I
and decided to choose myself this
them anymore. I felt ashamed, wor- worked for 10 hours straight, some-
time. But then I was, again, wor-
rying what they might say. I was times 14, with a salary to use in case
ried. Worried for what’s coming for
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depressed for a while, worrying you need to go to the hospital or
me. What if I’m too late?
What if there are no more rooms since I was grade three, the job I
left for me? What if they laugh at would feed my family with.
me for being the oldie?
Now, I’m already in my year
As I sat on my chair, in my class- three. One more year and I will
room, on my first subject, I felt be the person that I’ve always
home again. I loved my job be- wanted to be. I’m sharing my
fore, I missed it, I was sad for story so everyone could see,
leaving, but you know this other where determination has
thing that they always say? “First brought me.
love never dies.” Being a student,
Tonight, tears run down on my
graduating, passing the LET, and
face, but this time it’s because of
being a teacher, these are my
my assignments and activities.
dreams. Teaching is the job that I
Tears that taste sweet, for this
want to have until I retire. My
will take me to the destination
first love, the job I dreamed of
where I wanted to be.