THE PROFESSOR EVERYONE HATED
The professor was described to wear a frown to school every day that went well with his forehead wrinkles to complete the “terror teacher” look.
BY JAMRELL VINCETTE BUYNAY. Ateneo de Davao University
Everyone goes through that one professor in college whose very existence seemed to be created for the sole purpose of terrorizing student life. I unfortunately had the chance to meet such a professor in my freshman year.
My professor’s name was Orlando Darang. Everyone called him Mr. Darang.
He was a Filipino teacher who looked to be in his early 70s. He wore a frown to school every day that went well with his forehead wrinkles to complete the “terror teacher” look.
But the professor also wore clean and professional clothes to work. This is one of the things that made me respect him.
Since I spent half of my life in Thailand, my Filipino was weak. I could barely understand his lessons as I was a fresh high school graduate from Thailand. I was not motivated to go to his classes and flunked his quizzes.
For the first time in my college life, I tasted a grade bordering 72. I nearly failed the preliminary term.
Downhearted, I told my mother I might fail the subject. Through my mother’s encouragement, I decided to collect my quizzes and review my mistakes. I was ready to face the professor’s lessons again.
I did not back down. I reviewed his lessons after school and remembered the terms.
When the final exam week came, I spent hours studying in the library. I knew I did my best but a failing grade still haunted me. Filipino was a minor subject and failing would make all my hard work meaningless.
A few weeks after the exam, I opened my Student Information System account. I nearly cried with relief. My prefinal grade was a B+. This brought up my final grade to a passing B.
For the first time since I entered college, I experienced the joy of succeeding after days of hard work. It was then that I realized I had nothing to fear.
I had gone through a “terror teacher,” nearly given up, got up, and passed. It was an experience that will forever be engraved in my mind.
To this day, I am still grateful to Mr. Darang’s style of teaching. I had learned to work to achieve my dreams.
Nothing comes easy, but when you work the extra mile to reach a dream, the fruits it bears will make everything worth it. There is nothing sweeter than hard-earned success.
To Mr. Darang, may you rest in peace. Thank you for being a part of my life. I pray the angels watch over and touch your soul as you have touched mine.