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The cave's name comes from a Two Hours Traffic song.

on the government, strikes, and those people who taught us to complain

I love teachers. 

There. I said (typed) it. Teachers are awesome. 

I would never try to tell that to their faces because, dude, street cred and all.

Granted, sometimes you wonder if one of them is going to fall asleep before you do during a class. But, from time to time, there were those teachers who kept you awake and encouraged to not suck that bad in their class… And there were those exceptional times when you had a teacher who just inspired you to do something. Anything. 

I had teachers of every kind back when I was in Peru. My Physics teacher was so entertaining that I was very thankful that his class was at 8am, so I could have a nap, courtesy of his class. My socials teacher thought that Pearl Harbour was a pretty good film on WWII, and that Wikipedia was extremely reliable. My biology teacher thought that our class would be interested on how she had to go the hospital to get her nail cut because I had grown too long and had taken over her flesh. My chem teacher had such a weird moustache that I paid more attention to it rather than his class. My English teacher never found out why we called her Shakira. My math teacher made me sympathise with numbers, but numbers didn’t really sympathise with me. My religious studies teacher (aka, Catholicism studies - yes, I went to a Catholic school) was a priest. My Chinese teacher could not speak Spanish, so really there wasn’t any point in trying to teach us Mandarin. My psychology teacher was a bit psycho. My literature could never bring herself into saying ‘Shrek’ or ‘Shakespeare’ more than 3 times in a class because they never sounded like they were supposed to sound. My computing teacher thought I was really good with computers and programs and all of that - and they’ll never find out why one their PCs died. My graphic design teacher reassured me that I could draw - I proved her wrong. My home ec teacher thought I was a great cook - I mistook salt for sugar and ruined the entire dish. 

My teachers never told me they’d give up on me, and I’m glad they never did. Yes, even in the science department, where I really was just a lost cause. Never understood Physics, I still don’t, and probably never will. But at least my teachers tried to make me understand everything I couldn’t, and it is this process of trying and failing (sometimes miserably) that has gotten me into the way I am today. It was because of my teachers’ hope that we’d learnt something (anything, really) from them that kept them doing what they did.

But, most importantly, they taught me how to bicker and banter and complain and complain some more. I LOVE to complain. If there was a job entirely for complaining, I’d get it in the blink of an eye. I. JUST. CAN’T. HELP. IT. And, believe it or not, I also learnt this from my teachers. At least from those whom I actually talked to. 

Whenever there was something wrong, they encouraged me to speak up. Heck, they encouraged me to SPEAK UP. Before my last three years of high school, me and raising my hand did not match. Speaking up was more of a matter of fainting or not fainting to me. I really hated it. But my teachers knew that I should share my ideas with the rest of the class (who frankly didn’t really care). But they were there. And that really is what I want to do with my life - give people a voice.


If you think that education matters, then fund it. I know you have to bleach your teeth and pollute the environment a little bit more just to see how fast polar bears are going to drown, but FUND EDUCATION

I will probably never understand why politicians tend to cut fund for either the education sector or the health sector or even both whenever they’re a bit freaked out about budget deficits. Dude, you brought it upon yourself for being overconfident, now deal with it. I mean, do you really need to have a salary that doubles the teachers’? Do you really think you can be more influential than those human beings in front of the classroom, trying to teach kids and youth how the world around them works? Aren’t you even the least worried about the fact that teachers might love what they do? Do you really care about citizens more than your own bank account? Or the relationship you’re holding with a certain microwavable-kitty killer? *cough* Harper *cough* Have you actually asked teachers what they need to improve education? How you even bothered to ask what students are expecting from their teachers? How you TRIED to imagine the way that students are suffering because you have decided to turn a blind eye on them? Do you care at all?

Dear Christy Clark, thank you for turning education into a game.

Dear students, thank you for studying. Now, try to take advantage of it as much as you can, for it might not last long.