Cherry Mae Falogme

When I was a child I have always dream of becoming a teacher. My younger siblings were my pupils back then. I love teaching them what I learned from school or just relay short stories. But it started to change.

I was in 4th grade when my classroom adviser discovered I have a skill in writing. I started to join contests and started winning, too. I was in the 6th grade when I bagged the trophy during the Regional competition and was given a chance to join the Nationals. Then, I began to foresee myself as an editor, or a journalist, or a book author. I have started building a new dream.

It urged me more when I entered high school. I joined the school paper and got the editor-in-chief position. Wow, it was all going for the best. Until I was discussing my college plans to my parents. Of course, I wanted to enroll in a university that offers Mass Communication course. That moment devastated my being.

I was enrolled to Philippine Normal University which meant I have nothing else to do but to teach because it only offers Education course. Apparently, my dreams shrunk. I felt lost and sad but I never wanted to disappoint my family. Then, I saw God moved. I was given an scholarship. Originally, 5 students should only be qualified, I'm 6th on the list. So praise God!

I studied OK. Yeah, just OK. This is not what I planned in the first place. I was also encouraged to join the university writers but I refused to, instead I attended fellowships every Tuesday night. I just wanted to hear what God has to say about what He's doing in my life and I tell you, I began to understand.

I took Mathematics as my major. Not English, not Filipino. I saw how I am deeply favored as I was able to pass this specialization, which is really a miracle because my brain bleeds when I see numbers and formula, just to exaggerate. And tada! I graduated!

My nightmares just began. We have to take the Licensure Examination for Teachers. I had cold feet so I skipped the first scheduled exam. I was't ready for this, I thought to myself.

After all the drama, I took the March exam and passed April. I was in deep awe! Yey! I did it! I survived! Thank You, Lord!

I realized, for many years I took God for granted. I was so rebellious I forgot He has better plans for me than what I have for myself.

Today, I am proud to be an Educator. And you know what, I started writing again.

God is in every detail.