American expat in Philippines rescues report cards at Iloilo High School. Yes, I had to make a return trip to the educational institution which our niece Shaina and nephew Sharwin formerly attended. (Note: after misspelling our nephew’s name for over four years now, my asawa has finally corrected me on how to properly spell the young man’s name. My apologies, Sharwin, not Sharwen.)
I graduated from high school in 1970 and I didn’t relish going back to the high school where a teacher attempted to steal money from my nephew. Report cards for the brother and sister were supposed to be given out on a Friday.
On the following Monday my asawa and I were going to Guimaras to enroll the two in the high school. Report cards were necessary for the enrollment along with a “137 Form” which cost my spouse approximately 300 pesos in fees for “ink charges.”
So Sharwin and Shaina showed up at home on Friday’s report card day without their report cards. There was some muttered response from the two about a teacher not signing the cards and that the teacher’s signature was needed for the report card’s release. Why this was not done beforehand is beyond my mortal comprehension.
Nieces Michelle and Shaina
I wasn’t happy. But my Filipina wife took it in stride since our niece’s and nephew’s teachers assured them the report cards would be ready for pick-up on Monday. My wife would go with the two.
I advised my long suffering, patient wife that I was sure the cards would not be ready based on my past experiences with this Iloilo High School. It took my nephew five visits to the school last year to get his final report card for the year .
Husbands rejoice! My prophecy came true. My spouse, along with Sharwin and Shaina, went to the high school early Monday morning. The report cards had not been signed yet. It was the principal of the high school whose signature needed to be affixed to the documents, and not a teacher’s, as previously thought, but the head honcho was not in yet.
Furthermore, the administrative staff advised my wife that the principal, scheduled to show up on Monday, Wednesday and Friday (don’t ask me what she does on Tuesday and Thursday) had called in sick.
“There is no one else at the school that has the authority to sign those cards!” I asked my asawa. “Hand the phone to someone there. I want to talk to somebody now!”
“No, dear, ” my wife said, trying to calm me down, “I will take care of it. They are going to text me when the cards are ready.”
Dr. Melita Jesusa Suga T. Uy and my long suffering asawa. From “The Fish Bone Fiasco.”
“But they do not know when the principal will be back. And Sharwin and Shaina need to get enrolled in Guimaras. I’m coming over there right now!!!” I shouted.
“No, dear, no, your blood pressure is too high! I will take care of it.” my poor spouse pleaded with me.
“I’M ON MY WAY RIGHT NOW!!!” was my heated reply.
To be continued (of course)