Adviser = Hardships

I got mad at my Advisory Class. (Well, there's nothing really new to it, even the sins that they have committed are just the same with those of the last times.) Unlike before, I implemented silence. I didn't want to talk to them. I didn't even want to see their faces. I didn't mind them for days, and during those times I cried. It hurts me deeply whenever we have moments like that. I'm not comfortable with it. But I thought that if I talk to them soon enough after the conflict, they would just think that I'm not serious about it so there's the tendency that they might do it again. 

Before the morning ceremony, a girl went to the faculty room and gave me a cupcake with a mini "Sorry" banner tucked into it. She told me that Victory (my Advisory Class) asked her to give that to me. I instantly thought that it's what other people call "pampalubag loob". I didn't eat it right away. Instead, I placed it there in front of me and looked at it every now and then. The truth is, when I received that, my pain vanished. Not entirely, but parts of it. 

When I arrived in class for our subject, I was giving them the smile again. The smile that I spared them for how many days. It was not really the effect of the cupcake at all. It was because I miss laughing and talking with them too much that I could not continue my indifference to them anymore. During dismissal time, I went back to our classroom (because that's what advisers should do, you go back to your class and check them before they leave) like I used to do in the afternoons which I didn't do during the days that I was at war with them. 

The moment they saw me entered the room, one of my students said with excitement; "Miss, you came back for us!"

That was the moment when I realized that I am important to them too. That even though I could never feel it, they somehow love me as their adviser. That was the time when I started to think that they're too noisy because that's what they are. That time, I thought that I would never again wish for them to be good kids because they're not. I know that we would always have a sequel of everything that have happened before. We're just like having a Series of Unfortunate Events there. I think that it's time to stop scolding them and start accepting them as what they really are.