Filipino teachers are being hired in droves across Thailand, Vietnam, and Cambodia, where classrooms echo with their voices and students rise in academic rankings. Yet, back home, the Philippines is slipping to the bottom of international assessments, dragging its young. It is a funny but tragic paradox, and one that demands more than a shrug of the shoulders.
The truth is plain enough: our teachers are good, often among the best in the region, respected for their mastery of English and their ability to foster learning even with minimal resources. The irony lies in the fact that these very strengths are being leveraged by neighboring countries to uplift their own education systems, while ours remains stagnant, weighed down by systemic neglect and misplaced priorities. The country trains these teachers well, only to see them exported like prime commodities, leaving our own schools under-equipped and undermanned.

This pattern has deepened the decadence in our educational institutions. If our teachers can raise the standards of other nations, why can’t we seem to let them do the same here? The answer is not in their ability—it never has been—but in the lack of vision and support from policymakers who, for decades, have failed to provide our classrooms with the dignity they deserve. A teacher armed with brilliance but stripped of resources becomes like a farmer without seeds, brimming with skill but unable to harvest.

Look at the numbers: the 2022 PISA results placed the Philippines near the bottom in reading, mathematics, and science, while countries that once shared our struggles—Vietnam, for instance—now sit closer to the top. How did they do it? By welcoming Filipino teachers and giving them the support and environment to thrive. It is not just a skill they are harnessing, but a system that knows how to value and maximize that skill. Meanwhile, we are left navigating the consequences of brain drain, watching our best migrate while our children sit in overcrowded rooms with teachers spread too thin.

There is humor in this paradox, yes, but it is the kind of humor tinged with bitterness. It is like watching your neighbor grow fat on the meals cooked by your own mother while you, in your own house, go hungry. The absurdity is laughable only because it is so painfully true. And yet, Filipinos, known for their resilience, laugh anyway—even as the laughter betrays a wound that festers beneath.

At the heart of this contradiction is our government’s chronic underinvestment in education. UNESCO’s benchmark for education spending is six percent of GDP, but the Philippines consistently hovers far below that, evidence of the shallow regard given to education as a driver of national development. Contrast this with our neighbors, who, while not perfect, are deliberate in building the foundation of their nations through their youth. They understood early on what we still refuse to accept: no nation prospers without educated citizens.

The consequences ripple beyond rankings and statistics. When our children fail to meet international standards, their chances of competing in a globalized economy diminish. The result is a cycle of poverty and dependence that no remittance, no matter how large, can fully break. Our teachers may be shaping the minds of ASEAN’s next generation, but at the cost of our own children’s future. It is a trade-off that bleeds the nation quietly, one departure slip at a time.

If other countries can rise by valuing our teachers, then so can we. The best approach is not to beg them to stay but to make staying worth their while—better pay, lighter workloads, decent facilities, and a renewed sense of dignity in teaching. Only then will the paradox end, and only then will our laughter lose its bitterness, replaced by the satisfaction of finally enjoying our own nation’s rise.