A Teacher's Diary

About the Author: Her Akology

AKOLOGY

Most of my followers here are my current pupils in IMC, some are my friends and there are few whom I don't know at all.

Yes dear reader, surprise! I'm a teacher. And proud to say I'm a professional one. ^____^

I assume most of my readers know me. Yet, they don't really know the real me. Except of course, when they started reading the stories and the entries in my journal. I admit though, that you only need to remember two things about me: I talk a lot or I don't talk at all.

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I was born on April 6, 1991 (I bet my pupils are doing the Math now to learn my age) and I was named by my parents a very highly creative name - April Joy.

I don't deny that I hated that name. I was very vocal about it. I never felt that it is my own. Though of course, people are telling me to be grateful about it. Believe me.. I do. But I still can't help myself hating it.

I have four siblings. Two brothers and two sisters. I am the youngest. Tell you what, all of them have their unique if not so common names. Let's start with my eldest brother, Alfredo Borja, Jr., named after my late father. Next is another brother, Ziegfred Borja. Then, my sister Wilhelmina who was married to Gaudencio Yaneza. And last before me is my sister Vixen Anne who was married to an American guy named Francisco Garza.

My sister Wina one day told me during our dinner together that when I was still in our mother's tummy, our mother actually thought of aborting me because she had enough children and couldn't afford to have a new one. Our family was poor and my grandma was getting mad. My sister added that my mother really went to a midwife to do what she had to do. But then, the midwife asked her if she really wants to do it. And of course, you know what happened next. If she hadn't change her mind, there's no me right now.

I wonder how the world went on if I hadn't been born?

The weird part was when I was born my grandma became kind towards my family again. She took care of me herself. She became happy again. The elders said I was her favorite. And I inherited her beauty. I remember her. But I was only able to be with her a few years because she died only until I was 4 or 5 years old.

As for my parents, I never hated my mother for what she did. I fully undestand her. She was telling me that whenever she manages our small store when I was a baby, she will just leave me in a self-made cradle. Most of the time, I fell on the floor. But she wouldn't notice and how she wondered why I never cried. My milk was also not a real milk, but the am from cooking rice.

My mother tells me about some pasts but never mentioned about the almost planned of aborting me.

Right now, I admired her for being strong. She had turned 60 recently. She's become tired and weary. Never loved another man after my father died.

My father, who's in heaven now, died few days after my 12th birthday and my graduation from Grade School. They also said that I was his favorite. And I'm such a daddy's girl. That when he left, I declared that his room will be my room. And they weren't able to do something about it. I abandoned my room I am sharing with Vixen so it became only hers.

I miss him, too bad. That whenever I attend big events, I cry.. I don't care about graduation... But I do care about weddings.. Because I know, one day.. When I walk down the aisle, he won't be there to be my escort. I wish there's at least one day in a year when I could visit him or just simply talk to him so I could hear his voice again.

Currently, I am engaged with a man (a boy perhaps) named Eleazar Joseph Cena. We now have past 6 years of our relationship. When I entered a serious relationship not long ago before I met him, I have decided that my next boyfriend should be my future husband. And there he was, a stranger whom I never really loved at first. It was like magic. He tells me how he had never forgotten me when we talked during our mutual friend's birthday celebration. It was just because of our nicknames which had the same ending sound. And the rest is history.

I hated my name, that's a fact. So, I am more of me when I am called 'PruL', 'Adj' and 'AJ' by my family and close friends. Some nicknames are also been created by my current pupils, 'Teacher Pretty' and Guada co-teachers call me 'Eps'.

I am also being called by my close friends a few endearments:

Demie Caine Dela Vega for 'Babe',
Elton Geronimo for 'Kumag',
Mirasol Torio for Bav ( I call her Nut),
Lovely Grana for 'Bubb',
Alpha Marie Guingcango for 'X.O.'.

And as I have mentioned, my love story begun because of EJ and I's same ending sound nickname.

EJ ♥ AJ

I don't really know how he was attracted to me that day we met like love at first sight. He even confessed that I'm not his type of girl.

Yeah. Because well, back then. I am sort of a weirdo. And a dead kid. My fashion statement isn't that great. Before, I was even like a girl from the Gothic Era because I used to wear all-black. But, I'm trying to change now. I no longer want to be a girl. I want to be a woman. And it's hard. It takes time. Because there are a lot of reasons why I don't look like a woman: 1) I have a baby face, 2) I lack height, 3) I am slender. Though, every year adds to my age, it seemed that I have no changes at all. That I don't really grow old. Proof, that I can be forever youthful. Sometimes I wish I were someone who never really dies.

I look like a girl. Sometimes, (actually most of the damn time) people still teased me about it. Like they will tell me my pupils are just my classmates or I can be a flowergirl in some person's wedding entourage. And it becomes an old joke. But FYI: I may look like a girl but I have an old soul. I already dealt with different people in my life. I already have experienced many wonderful and horrible things. I have cried a thousand times. Laughed hard like there's no tomorrow. I went to different places. Did mistakes and learned from them. All of these became a part of me. A part of who I am. And I am grateful. I am blessed. And I thank God for the life He has given me.

So if one day, He decided that it's my time to join Him. I am ready.

Because in the end... We'll all become stories~