I just spent the past few days reading everyone else's bio and wondering which of them I could persuade to write mine for me, knowing that I had to get it right the first time because I could only ask that sort of thing once. As soon as one person knows about the secret but isn't also "in" on it, the game is up. Luckily for me, I found an excellent co-conspirator who agreed to do this post and never reveal to anyone who she was. You ladies are really nice people, you know? =)
Have I thanked you for letting me join your group yet? If not, let me do that now. It's really wonderful to be here.
I probably should have just posted that picture of my bookcase (that is, my main bookcase; of course I have several), because reading has made up the greater part of my identity since I learned my alphabet. Sometimes I'm really glad to be "The Reader" of the family--or the student flat--or the classroom--or the office. Then someone asks me a question like, "How many books have you read in your entire life?" and seriously expects an estimate, and it just gets weird.
Anyway, I've lived in the Philippines all of my life, except for the two crazy years as an English major in Wellington, New Zealand and a little under six months total vacation time visiting relatives in the United States.
My first full-time job was as an English teacher in my old high school. I lasted two years before I resigned, demoralised and depressed. I've only done tutoring and freelance work since then, following behind real educators with a mop and a bucket. It's actually very interesting work for one who can look at it in the right way. One excellent benefit is that I get to read and write as much as I please. And now, perhaps, other English teachers are handing out demerits left and right to students who are plagiarising my more literary blog posts for their papers. If it wouldn't take up so many words, I'll explain why that is so ironic.
I don't have any children of my own, but I make do with my little brothers--who are still young enough to put up with my bossing them around. We read together every evening that they spend the night (and some evenings when they don't), not just because I think it will improve them, but also because I think they should have some meaningful memories of me. Twenty years from now, if their adult selves come across future editions of Donald J. Sobol's Encyclopedia Brown, Louis Sachar's Sixth Grade Secrets, or Jerry Spinelli's Maniac Magee and they feel a wave of warm nostalgia, then I'll know my life has not been in vain.
Whether I am teaching, tutoring, blogging, or big sister-ing, I am actively engaged in the reading and regurgitating of books. It has been the theme of my whole life and I am honoured to get to do a little of that here as well. Thank you again!
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