Anie Writes: March 2015

Haircut Epiphanies and the What-Nots

I stood upright in front of a full-length mirror with an overwhelming feeling that was both strange and unfamiliar I hardly recognize the face as my own. It was the longest time I've ever gazed at myself without flinching. I ran my hand through the silky undercut stubble of my pixie hair once more and disorientation seemed to finally wear off. With a round hairbrush, I combed back my hair on top to reveal the razored section in all its stubbly glory. I looked at it for several more minutes, staring at my reflection from different angles before I allow myself to trust my own judgment of what I'm seeing. And with some hesitance, I admit, I love the way I look. Never mind the high cheekbones, weak jawline, enormous head and nose that seemingly covers 75% of my face because the insufferable voice of Amy March in my head saying, “Your one beauty!” was finally silenced. I am enamored with this version of me who looks bolder, sort of hardcore and daring than I’ve ever been, almost a perfect pixie cut synthesis of Scarlett Johansson and Pink if I may say so myself. {Cue feels} {Insert face with stuck-out tongue and tightly-closed eyes emoji}

After almost five years of rocking a pixie cut, I considered growing my hair long again but that was until a dear friend sparked the idea to go pixie ala-Scarlett Johansson {Oscars 2015}. Being open to trying new {wholesome} things and so willing to add a little variety into my life, I thought, why the heck not! And so I did and now, I don’t even know if I’ll ever want long hair again. There’s a sort of transformative power that comes from this do as it matches my insides way better. They say there’s some kind of epiphany that happens when you get a new haircut, if that is the case then mine would be: my one claim to prettiness doesn’t solely rely on my hair anymore and how I look does not necessarily change who I am and what's inside.

Last week, I went to get my undercut re-buzzed, this time by a barber, using 2 guard haircut length. I run my hand through the stubble of my pixie hair again and thought, next time, I’ll surely go for #1.

P.S. I'M STILL STRAIGHT :P

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, by Anie Ordillo

In Heck Yeah Teaching,

A Fond Adieu

“Miss Anie! Miss Anie!” exclaimed the several students approaching me all at once, folders and pens in their hands.

I gave them ‘the look’ and without further prompting, the kids formed a line and one by one, clearance forms were being handed to me. I cramped my fingers up, clenched a pen and in slanted cursive, I signed my initials, N.G.O, that looked everything less than a scribble.

Last day of school always takes me back to the beginning of the academic year and wave of nostalgia sweeps over me without delay. Emotions, pure and almost naïve, were all too distinct and though the classic INTP in me safely packed it away, it was there and it was strong.

I look back at the stressful moments this school year with great fondness and thought about the many ‘firsts’ I had the opportunity to do while in a non-teaching post, one that toughened my skin as an individual and allowed me to grow as an educator. It was a challenging ride no doubt, but it was also something I truly relished. Already, my mind is thinking about the next academic year, getting thrilled at the thought of new learning and new plans but somewhere along that great anticipation, there’s a hint of sadness because just like every single year, last day of school also involves a lot of goodbyes.

There’s an assumption that teachers can’t seem to wait to kick their students out the door fast enough as soon as March rolls around so we can finally plunge into our two months off for summer and hit the beach. If people only knew.

Of course we are ready to let our students go but not because we want to get rid of them. We are ready to let them go because we know that they are more than ready to meet the next challenge ahead of them. This goes out to our dear graduates who are set to move to bigger schools next academic year and those who will embark on a quest called college. We stood behind a podium on Friday to called out their names, watched them receive their diplomas and walked out of our lives. It hurts to see one chapter ends but at the same time, it is exciting to see a new one starts because it should. I’d be worried if it didn’t. I just hope that somewhere, deep inside, they will carry the things they learned in HFLC when they were put in an environment in which they have to practice respect, obedience, solidarity, perseverance, excellence, kindness, among others. I pray that all those moments we insisted on empathy, commitment, teamwork and passion would forever be engraved in their hearts. And if they can pass the very same values to the next person who comes along in their life someday, what an awesome thing would that be.

Tenth Graders, Class of 2014-2016

The school will miss all of them. More surprisingly, I WILL SURELY MISS ALL OF THEM.

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Haircut Epiphanies and the What-Nots

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