I cannot always find a good reason why I became a teacher.
It’s always about, because I have no choice and because this is what I think is
easy. No passion, just a simple college student who wanted to earn a degree. My
life was like a blank paper, no meaning and color. Suddenly, like magic,
everything changed. It’s because of my one week stay in Guimaras, one house
with thirty five different personalities, different characters, different
likes, all is different but as every day goes by, the beauty behind those
differences appears. ~Myla Jane Damasco.
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