In my time, there was no preschool or kindergarten. A grade school children had to go through the rudiments of learning by a strict, disciplinarian teachers who looked like a tiger or a fierce animal when discipline is concerned. Children learned out of fear.
My first teacher is my eldest sister. She was 23 years old when she handled my private lesson or tutorial in writing, arithmetic, and reading when I was in grade one.
Inday Elesita, our eldest sister followed up my writing lesson at home when my mother was busy or out to market.
And Inday Sita was of no difference from those teacher I mentioned although she had no teaching experience for she just my tutor. She was too strict, too cruel. She used to hit me when I couldn't catch up what she was teaching me.
She was also a strict disciplinarian. In learning to write my name, she had to put me on top of the table which was too difficult for me to get down when I wanted too for I couldn't reach the floor. I had no choice but to do her bid. I had to write my complete several times in several pages of the pad paper with no mistake.
The Tutorial or Torture
I had to bear the pain I receive for my right hand from a ruler if I could make or write every letter of my first name. I struggled to perfect them while I was crying. My tears flooded my pad paper. I had to replace it with a dry one. We had a writing session around six o'clock in the evening after we had eaten our supper.
Since I was a beginnner, new experience, I couldn't hold the pencil properly. I couldn't make my handwriting straight or align with the lines on the paper. Before I finished a letter or two of my first name, I could imagine how fast the pencil eraser was consumed. I could also imagine how pieces of grade one pad paper were wasted and crumbled and thrown.
The Recollection
These scenarios of my early schooling were relayed to my sister while we were having a breakfast outside in one of the eateries in our place together with my wife, youngest daughter and grandson. As I recounted those challenging formative years of mine, she just grinned, smiled.
I was too grateful for her for what I am now, not only for her diligence, patience and moody attitude of teaching me or molding me to be a good writer of my name, but I was also very thankful to our later mother who taught me to be a practical mathematician, music lover, and teaching me the values of life.
Inday Elesita will turn 80 on October 6 while I will be 64 on October 13.
Inday Sita |
Inday Elesita, our eldest sister followed up my writing lesson at home when my mother was busy or out to market.
And Inday Sita was of no difference from those teacher I mentioned although she had no teaching experience for she just my tutor. She was too strict, too cruel. She used to hit me when I couldn't catch up what she was teaching me.
She was also a strict disciplinarian. In learning to write my name, she had to put me on top of the table which was too difficult for me to get down when I wanted too for I couldn't reach the floor. I had no choice but to do her bid. I had to write my complete several times in several pages of the pad paper with no mistake.
Me and my first cousin Vicky |
The Tutorial or Torture
I had to bear the pain I receive for my right hand from a ruler if I could make or write every letter of my first name. I struggled to perfect them while I was crying. My tears flooded my pad paper. I had to replace it with a dry one. We had a writing session around six o'clock in the evening after we had eaten our supper.
Since I was a beginnner, new experience, I couldn't hold the pencil properly. I couldn't make my handwriting straight or align with the lines on the paper. Before I finished a letter or two of my first name, I could imagine how fast the pencil eraser was consumed. I could also imagine how pieces of grade one pad paper were wasted and crumbled and thrown.
The Recollection
The day I Graduated from BEED with my eldest sister, Inday Sita |
I was too grateful for her for what I am now, not only for her diligence, patience and moody attitude of teaching me or molding me to be a good writer of my name, but I was also very thankful to our later mother who taught me to be a practical mathematician, music lover, and teaching me the values of life.
Inday Elesita will turn 80 on October 6 while I will be 64 on October 13.
Inday Sita and me eating together at eatery |
Surely you had a very unforgettable memories with your Sister Sita as to how you recall those days of torture or tutor. Hehehe! Happy 80th Birthday to your sister.
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DeleteYup! That's me, I temporarily stop from blogging for like 2 years because I was busy in college. :)
DeleteSuch a touching post po. im so glad that there are people out there who appreciate their big sisters efforts and love for them. i am the eldest of 4 girls :)
ReplyDeleteWow, thanks to your elder sister, you have learned how to write with proper discipline. In my case, it was my parents and aunt who made me read the dictionary, encyclopedia series, and more books rather than play like other kids do. I also thank them for the constant push and encouragement.
ReplyDeletesomehow, that kind of strategy works for some and will make you better. but our generation changes and it is categorized as cruel way of educating the children. but i rather have the pain and take it the hard way...
ReplyDeleteHappy 80th birthday to your sister! I was more of a self study kind of child and didn't really need tutoring, my own sister didn't have time to help me with my lessons. She had enough on her plate too. Your sister did a great job in mentoring you. What a devoted sibling. :)
ReplyDeleteThat's nice to hear from you Sir Gil. I wish I had a sister too. Being an eldest is hard but fullfilling :)
ReplyDeleteAdvance happy birthday to your sister! Being strict in disciplining for me really helps a lot. But nowadays, strict disciplining is misunderstood as a bad trait by others, which is why some kids are becoming very lax and not learning very well or will do everything to get what they want. When we were young, we got a lot of "palo" from our tatay too. We didn't understand it back then but now, we all agree that our father was able to discipline us well.
ReplyDeleteSalute to you Sir Gil for giving a tribute to your big sister. Heartwarming and very Filipino!
ReplyDeleteThat's very nice of you to give tribute to your sister Sir Gil. Your sister plays a big role molding who you are today. :)
ReplyDeleteKudos to your sister for teaching you. If not for her guidance, you would not be writing as well today.
ReplyDeleteYou're such a lucky Sir Gil for having a caring sister and educator at same time. Wish her a big happy 80 this October 6.
ReplyDeleteSomewhere in time, there will always be someone God will use as instrument to make His children be fulfilled. For me, its my late dad.
ReplyDeleteIndeed, our home or family is our first school or teachers. This is a nice post to pay gratitude to your sister and you're really lucky to have her. Advance happy birthday to her! :)
ReplyDeleteSalute to you and your sister Sir Gil! I Happy Birthday to your Sister and more birthdays to come.
ReplyDeleteI remember the ruler too, my mom used to frighten me whenever I spell my name incorrectly, those memories are nice to remember, but I don't use the ruler to my kids today. - KarenT
ReplyDeleteI always think that children today feel so entitled. If only they knew our hardships in school before. I'm sure your sister reared so many successful people like you.
ReplyDeleteYou are so very blessed to have her as your sister. As for me, I envy those people who have siblings to rely on their problems and to share with their success and happiness. Happy Birthday Ma'am and God bless you!
ReplyDeleteI think when we got to be handled by strict mentors we become more conscious on what we do and do it better.
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