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Hello from Georgia

So here I am in my babe’s office hoping he’d drop by from his class so I can ask where the computer center is.

Waiting and listening to the goddess Tori, I decided to look inside the boxes of books I sent him from home.  Some of them were mine and I was pleased to see my Neil Gaiman collection safe and intact.  Among the random tomes, I found, to giddy pleasure, a book given to me by my Glee Club.  It was actually a bunch of letters and miscellaneous comic strips and drawings sturdily bound and covered in plastic.  It’s title: Pumpkin Patch.  The cover was done by the budding artist, Meggy, who drew a Tim Burtonesque jack-o-lantern watering little pumpkins in his patch.  I guess the long-legged Jack is supposed to be me and my girls, the pumpkins.   It was charmingly creepy (or creepily charming) done in black and white because for some reason they thought I was into goth.

Digression:  On one of my birthdays, my club officers asked the girls not to wear anything colorful (a.k.a. only black) because “Ms. Cabel won’t like it.  She’s into goth.”  The truth is, I didn’t NOT like goth but I wasn’t into it as much as they assumed.  I wore mostly black because 1) it was sort of a UP College of Music performers’ uniform.  2) black was easy to mix with … black.   And when you’re a full-time teacher, you don’t have time to mix and match pieces from your closet when dressing up.  But me in black in ICA, it became my thing.  It was a piece of the Ms. Cabel puzzle along with my toy cactus, Pablo, and my ability to swing from one mood to another.

Alright, enough of that.

It’s been a couple of years since I read Pumpkin Patch.  I read it only twice since I got it because, even in my own company, I get very embarrassed when people say nice things about me.  I just go all squirmy and shy, wishing to just explode — poof! — into a cloud so I could hover away.  I know how to react to nastiness but niceness, not always.

I miss my Glee Club.  Those two years of moderating were the most exhausting, most emotionally-draining, and most gratifying of my time as a teacher.  I get teary-eyed just thinking about it.

You see, I’m no longer a teacher.

Here in Georgia, USA, I am not a teacher.  I am not a musician.  Not a writer.  Not an actress.  I’m not despairing, though, because I like where I am now.  I’m finally with my best friend and love and there’s no place I’d rather be.  But everything I was back in the Philippines is a memory for now.   I’m waiting to be who I was meant to be in this new and strange place.

I am in a cocoon and I’m waiting for wings.

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Greetings, Dear Students, from Cabsy

eyeapl.jpgI’ve decided to say hello to my students, both current and former, who have dropped by: 

Val Con of UP Arkaira and ICA. – She was one of my most interesting and smartest students at ICA.  She sat in the second row, along the aisles, I think, and I never felt her attention waver during class.  The first time I met her, she sat in lotus position in class — a no-no with other teachers, but I let her continue sitting this way because her courage to do so made me smile.  I remember, I noticed the one time she let her legs dangle to the floor because she seemed deep in thought and it bothered me so much I couldn’t focus on my lesson.  I guess there are students from which you draw strength while you stand vulnerable in front of 40 others.  Val was one of those students. 

(I haven’t thanked you for Arkaira.Thank you, Val, for Arkaira. 

Nina Gonzalesa former ICA student and Glee Club member who’s currently my voice student.  Sometimes you meet other souls with whom you form a deep bond.  Nina, though many years younger than I, is one of those souls.  She is the only student who had the guts to scold me for letting my anger get the best of me after the death of my father.  I was profoundly hurt when the Glee Club members, who shed tears after I had left ICA, didn’t bother to be there for me during the lowest point in my life.  Nina had lots to say about this and spoke beyond her 17 years.   She is one of the strongest people I know, and I love her.

I might be free for our lessons in January.  I’ll let you know, dearie.

Roxanne, a.k.a. Babsy, a.k.a. RoSanne, a former student and Glee Club member and current YM chat mate. Roxanne and I can talk for hours.  The other day she said hello via YM and said she can talk for 20 minutes — we said good night 2 hours later.  What do we talk about?  Nothing and everything.  Roxanne and I hold each others’ juiciest gossip in the strictest confidence, and she was the first student to whom I ever dared reveal my anti-teacher cussing side.  She started calling me Cabsy after I made a typo calling her RoSanne, and both names just stuck like crazy glue. 

All I can say, RoSanne, is: Shhh…. 😀

It delights me to know that my students do drop by from time to time.  Make Cabsy smile: if you don’t have a blog but have dropped by, let me know.  Tell me what you think.  Or not.  Knowing you checked this blog out will be enough to make me happy.