I've never dreamed in my life that I would ever be a scholar someday. I thought that these affairs were too intimidating and were reserved for the Stephen Hawkings and Sergey Brins of the world. I was very much content with my little square inch of life, floating around like a butterfly, such that things like these are beyond my comfort zone. But the heart's capacity is infinite, right?
So when my professor asked me if I could present my work at the research symposium, I said...uhm, yes, sure, I'll give it a try. I think that there's always room for improvement- and that I can't be too complacent no matter what I could achieve- I just had to give it my best shot.
I presented last night this professional development plan for my company back home. It was intended for the improvement and motivation of our employees so they'd have more reason to love their work and be happy with it, no matter what. Adapting Ernest Boyer's taxonomy of scholarship, I designed the plan to help our employees find joy in their career, not just for monetary reasons, but for the passion of it.
Still a long way to go before it'll be implemented- maybe when I get back to the country. More work waiting.
The presentation was successful - I didn't come out dead in a question-and-answer bloodshed. In fact, no one even bothered to ask a question. This remains a scholastic mystery: either the listeners understood it completely or they didn't understand at all. I received some thumbs up from the audience and I was just glad to get out alive.
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