The reasearch and TEACHER are all over now!
The marketing management and marketing research that was... and our CRAZY TEACHER
It is funny how sometimes people impress you, creating that one big time hall of fame respect. You start to look up to that person like you wished you had gone through the same life with her or at least faced life with the same desposition. She started talking about things as if she had been amazingly doing well with her life. She relates her story like the "survival among the best in the world", from her intellectual pursuite, to her social involvements, her long list of achievements and to how she ended up still single yet undefeated with love. She seemed to possess that authority to speak about almost everything there is life has to offer. You just dont get hooked up with the stories itself, but also with the way she speaks, the voice projection, accompanied with all the gestures and emotions, her wit and humor all in one making up the whole critea of a story tellling contest. You bet, she can keep going for hours and holds everyone's attention like we were watching a horror or romantic movie. Everytime she speaks about her struggles and achievements, we got so engrossed in it, made us laugh, cry and nod our heads frantically with a big "wow, miss you did that?!" look in our eyes. We were like a class being hypnotized by her "wow" stories.
What truly impressed us when we met her? That statement she gave on the first day of class "I will not teach you theories, but I will teach you reality". It really sounded cool and promising for a teacher. Then she went talking about the "real" corporate world, how to please and kiss the asses of those big guys out there, to whom and when to report your accomplishments, how to deal with all the Ateneans and La Sallites and all those stuffs that we need to know to climb up the ladder of corporate success. That was truly impressive. Who wouldn't be? She proved herself all the more when she showed us her prowess in marketing, by giving us a bunch of really mind boggling case studies, researches and reading materials. Her case analysis and strategies were the kind that a CEO would immediately give you a big time promotion. Yes an intellectually gifted teacher.
Now where did everything go wrong? In the beginning, the marketing research and management cases presentations were smooth sailing, no interruptions, no harsh comments and no obvious "craziness" happened in the class. As things went by, the class started to change. It was the kind of change that not a single block in U.P. who are about to graduate, will ever want to have. The least that a graduating block would wish is to graduate with good memories of each other, not to leave the four years of friendship with an aching heart. Now here comes this teacher who started to play God. She noticed that our block is full of grade conscious people, who think not of anything else to complete their college life but to have the highest scores and find their names in the College Scholar and University Scholar list. She went stirring up our psyche by controlling what there seems to be the life blood of everyone, our scores. Every case study presentations became a struggle for everbody, not the same struggle we had with our Orelio banking and finance economics or Rodriguez marketing plan. Those were the struggle that will make us understand things in the end and would help us make better management students. The Melgar struggle was quite different. It was a foolish struggle for nothing. We have to get what she thinks about the case rather than enhancing our own marketing abilities, or else we'll get that inhumane critic out of nowhere, that would strip us off our I.Q and self-confidence. We could appreciate it if the intention is to challenge us to do better. Her comments about the case presentation became precious that getting a positive remark, is like you've just earned yourself the top most management promotion, or something you can add up in your resume "Got the highest score in Melgar's Case 4". Then we got scores that we would never know how to accept or understand how it came to be. Some got good scores maybe because the weather was fine and a cup of hot coffee was good enough to make her day well, while reading their cases. Others had that big 55 over 100 after a sleepless nights, because they failed to reply to her text messages or maybe they haven't gone gimik with her last night. She played around our scores until she created a super highly competitive class, a racist class, which torn apart the friendship that had long been built. We came to a point that we cant even look at each others eyes. There was a silent war raging inside every student in BM IV block B. Only a few noticed it at first. Some of my friends and I tracked down her game plan, “divide and conquer”. We thought that only a mentally retarded U.P. student cannot understand, that what she was doing did stir up the class. It took time for everyone to realize that we had a damn stupid teacher…
Time finally came that everyone knew that everytime she comes to class she brings with her “weapons of class destruction”. She still talked and talked, blah, blah, blah…whatever she says, no matter how impressive it sounded is only GARBAGE. She has some issues to settle with herself. We later on discovered that she has this serious incurable illness. It is a personality and mental defect, the same that of “Sisa” in Rizal’s Novels. So whenever you meet her, just a piece of advice, don’t look into her eyes, she bites. Or don’t ever attempt to go near her, you will be trapped in a world of egocentric conversations that seems to go forever. She absolutely has the “beautiful mind” of John Nash, only difference is that he knew what love is . But don’t hate her, love her not just because she is pathetic and she is in dire need of love, but more so because she’s been loving herself and the world, that she doesn’t know that love is forgetting about herself and giving it away.
Sometimes I look back at the time when only a prayer can be offered for someone who is not receptive of help. It was a suffering, bearing all the pain of having a heart for someone who is unlovable. But I believe prayers work. Piece by piece and bit by bit, we rekindled our friendship and we became a strong block in the end. We’ll never let a foolish teacher happen that to us again.
Indeed, it is funny how sometimes people impress you, creating that one big time hall of fame respect, when it ends up in garbage.
It is funny how sometimes people impress you, creating that one big time hall of fame respect. You start to look up to that person like you wished you had gone through the same life with her or at least faced life with the same desposition. She started talking about things as if she had been amazingly doing well with her life. She relates her story like the "survival among the best in the world", from her intellectual pursuite, to her social involvements, her long list of achievements and to how she ended up still single yet undefeated with love. She seemed to possess that authority to speak about almost everything there is life has to offer. You just dont get hooked up with the stories itself, but also with the way she speaks, the voice projection, accompanied with all the gestures and emotions, her wit and humor all in one making up the whole critea of a story tellling contest. You bet, she can keep going for hours and holds everyone's attention like we were watching a horror or romantic movie. Everytime she speaks about her struggles and achievements, we got so engrossed in it, made us laugh, cry and nod our heads frantically with a big "wow, miss you did that?!" look in our eyes. We were like a class being hypnotized by her "wow" stories.
What truly impressed us when we met her? That statement she gave on the first day of class "I will not teach you theories, but I will teach you reality". It really sounded cool and promising for a teacher. Then she went talking about the "real" corporate world, how to please and kiss the asses of those big guys out there, to whom and when to report your accomplishments, how to deal with all the Ateneans and La Sallites and all those stuffs that we need to know to climb up the ladder of corporate success. That was truly impressive. Who wouldn't be? She proved herself all the more when she showed us her prowess in marketing, by giving us a bunch of really mind boggling case studies, researches and reading materials. Her case analysis and strategies were the kind that a CEO would immediately give you a big time promotion. Yes an intellectually gifted teacher.
Now where did everything go wrong? In the beginning, the marketing research and management cases presentations were smooth sailing, no interruptions, no harsh comments and no obvious "craziness" happened in the class. As things went by, the class started to change. It was the kind of change that not a single block in U.P. who are about to graduate, will ever want to have. The least that a graduating block would wish is to graduate with good memories of each other, not to leave the four years of friendship with an aching heart. Now here comes this teacher who started to play God. She noticed that our block is full of grade conscious people, who think not of anything else to complete their college life but to have the highest scores and find their names in the College Scholar and University Scholar list. She went stirring up our psyche by controlling what there seems to be the life blood of everyone, our scores. Every case study presentations became a struggle for everbody, not the same struggle we had with our Orelio banking and finance economics or Rodriguez marketing plan. Those were the struggle that will make us understand things in the end and would help us make better management students. The Melgar struggle was quite different. It was a foolish struggle for nothing. We have to get what she thinks about the case rather than enhancing our own marketing abilities, or else we'll get that inhumane critic out of nowhere, that would strip us off our I.Q and self-confidence. We could appreciate it if the intention is to challenge us to do better. Her comments about the case presentation became precious that getting a positive remark, is like you've just earned yourself the top most management promotion, or something you can add up in your resume "Got the highest score in Melgar's Case 4". Then we got scores that we would never know how to accept or understand how it came to be. Some got good scores maybe because the weather was fine and a cup of hot coffee was good enough to make her day well, while reading their cases. Others had that big 55 over 100 after a sleepless nights, because they failed to reply to her text messages or maybe they haven't gone gimik with her last night. She played around our scores until she created a super highly competitive class, a racist class, which torn apart the friendship that had long been built. We came to a point that we cant even look at each others eyes. There was a silent war raging inside every student in BM IV block B. Only a few noticed it at first. Some of my friends and I tracked down her game plan, “divide and conquer”. We thought that only a mentally retarded U.P. student cannot understand, that what she was doing did stir up the class. It took time for everyone to realize that we had a damn stupid teacher…
Time finally came that everyone knew that everytime she comes to class she brings with her “weapons of class destruction”. She still talked and talked, blah, blah, blah…whatever she says, no matter how impressive it sounded is only GARBAGE. She has some issues to settle with herself. We later on discovered that she has this serious incurable illness. It is a personality and mental defect, the same that of “Sisa” in Rizal’s Novels. So whenever you meet her, just a piece of advice, don’t look into her eyes, she bites. Or don’t ever attempt to go near her, you will be trapped in a world of egocentric conversations that seems to go forever. She absolutely has the “beautiful mind” of John Nash, only difference is that he knew what love is . But don’t hate her, love her not just because she is pathetic and she is in dire need of love, but more so because she’s been loving herself and the world, that she doesn’t know that love is forgetting about herself and giving it away.
Sometimes I look back at the time when only a prayer can be offered for someone who is not receptive of help. It was a suffering, bearing all the pain of having a heart for someone who is unlovable. But I believe prayers work. Piece by piece and bit by bit, we rekindled our friendship and we became a strong block in the end. We’ll never let a foolish teacher happen that to us again.
Indeed, it is funny how sometimes people impress you, creating that one big time hall of fame respect, when it ends up in garbage.
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