My Life as a Teacher
Not searching for a possible teaching job but bound to get one, I met Teacher Gonzaga during my last semester in college. One day, she went to our house to ask for my father’s help (she’s a good friend of my dad). She said they urgently need a substitute teacher for the afternoon class because her colleague was on bereavement leave and won’t be back until after a month. Of course, my dad didn’t recommend me! First, I was still working on my thesis at that time and second, I was majoring in Business Management not Education. And third, I wasn’t interested.
About Ingrid
At first I couldn’t believe that Teacher Gonzaga, or Ingrid as we call her, was a teacher. She just didn’t look like one. I’ve always had this stupid impression that teachers don’t wear mini skirts - it’s a long story why so please don’t ask why. I think Ingrid looks more of a model than a teacher 
She was a tallish lady who has a very long hair, has a caramel skin (which I’ve always envied), and has a cheerful laugh which made me feel at ease talking with her after just a few hours. She never runs out of things to talk about - that’s the best thing about her.
to be continued …