Dilemma turned Fulfillment: An Early Realization in the Online Teaching Industry

I have often frowned upon the idea of getting into the call center industry. I have graduated without even a thought of becoming a call center newbie. It was perhaps the idea that such industry is meant for the unemployed, and I didn’t want to be included therewith. I earned my degree, and it’s something that I have to make use of in my future career. Having known that the minimum requirement to be in the call center workforce was just two years in college, I didn’t want to be part not only of the ‘unemployed’ but of the ‘underemployed’.

I have most times heard of the ongoings in call centers, and I didn’t want to be in it. During my job search, my frustration grew that I was pushed to resorting to applications at 3 call centers. But with much diligence for online job searching, out in surprise, I found two jobs that sounded promising. The first one, which was my first option, was working at an online advertising company for copyright. And the other one was at one company catering to online English instruction. I was utterly new to both, but I had opted for the first one. However, terms seemed to be not as expected, so taking the second one was rather the only option.

Getting into online English teaching was much of a dilemma, quite accidental, to say the least. There was some speck of doubt as it was no different from the call center given the shifts and early morning and late night schedules. The only consolation I got was first, one has to earn a bachelor’s degree, and second, employees teach. It’s better to say teachers rather than employees even. There was ascendancy in this industry. “I am now a teacher,” I did say to myself then. But still, there was something holding back.

I took the training. I had some test calls. And next I knew, I was already working, teaching Koreans to speak in the language that I very well know of. And now, I have been working for more than a couple of months, and it’s going well I may say.

During the first days of online teaching, it wasn’t like the call center, well, based on testimonies by some colleagues outside the company, who were call center agents. The shifts were set, like the usual classes in regular schools. There were books and manuals to use. Everything was structured like lesson plans, and yes, like in regular schools. It was a whole different industry, or rather story. It was modern day education. It wasn’t business or sales; it was rather imparting something to the students, not so much on profiteering.

It may be too soon for me to give testimony to what this modern education is, but I think my encounters would serve to be the very essence of it, the reason why it was put up in the first place.

In this online teaching, there is that element of encouragement for the student. Not all can be propelled to learn a new language, but encouraging one is more than just any reward or incentive. One student thanked me one time, not for teaching her, but for letting out that interest in her, for encouraging her. And that was my first encounter, thereby making me stay longer. It was beyond anything that we receive as employees. It was different.

My second encounter involved a student who can talk about different issues. After taking up one module, and with some minor conflict with the academy in Korea concerning about change of modules, it was arranged that her class be based on news columns and articles online. And that was where our classes revolved. One thing I gained here was being able to let out the best in every student. My student could talk so much an issue. She expanded topics from family to society, from economy to politics. She had a lot in mind. She took the class seriously. It was the first time that the company had such case. But all in all, seeing the student go beyond horizons and boundaries was just everything.

Lastly, talking to different students of different backgrounds was more than any fulfillment especially for those in the online instruction and modern day education and for those still aspiring to be in it. Trying to let the students talk about their lives in the language they are less adept with was just more than fulfilling. Entrusting the events in their every day lives, letting out their frustrations, and sharing their joys and achievements were the things that set online teaching apart from the rest in almost the same line of industry. I have taught and known mothers, businessmen, teenagers, office workers, fathers, artists, and I can even have a long list of who my students were. There was some human sense here along with teaching.

It wasn’t so much getting something out of every month in pay rolls or incentives. It was that intangible exchange in the form of what we give to every student. Being pushed, being brought out in the open, and being made to open up about their lives couldn’t be commensurate to what we have been paid with. A simple appreciation, that assertion in class during discussions on different relevant issues, and the many faces and lives being spoken by every student are the things that couldn’t be paid in pecuniary means.

Getting into the call center was one idea I would say an option for those who couldn’t find the right job. But sometimes, taking some time to think, look, and search over is all worth it. Online English teaching wasn’t the first job I had in mind. I do still want to make use of my degree. But now, seeing and understanding its purpose and essence, with my experience with different students, I have to say that it’s not any business-related and profiteering industry. There is that “human” in it. The interaction, the appreciation, the encouragement, the growth in every student, the boost to even teach more students every day, and that idea that it’s not just any call center make this “story” or modern day means of educating utterly unique and lasting. After all, we don’t happen to be employees or call center agents. We are teachers.

my mother stays at home

The women fighters in the past have changed the women of today. They have enlightened the minds and given way to a better understanding of every woman’s dignity and right. Contemporary thinking would deem it true, yet again, not in all contexts, not in all societies. Cultural relativity renders homage to the functionality and reason of every custom of every people, viewing every mindset, ways, and choices a part of every living.

Women in the Philippines are the culprits of man’s subduing of society. Yes, the Philippines is a macho society, since time immemorial. Man has populated the corporation, the government. Though there may still be hints and glimpses of women in different areas and aspects of the every day living of Filipinos, the implicit practice given the patriarchal ideologies is still present. Fear as it may be on the very parts of the women that the family might disorient or come in pieces, still the idea of women trying to be that “woman” that man has imposed upon them is yet again lived up until this day.

It is an admittance that men may be physically advantaged to women, and that women need only do what they can do and never level with what men are capable of. Yet the blanket-philosophy that it follows in all aspects may be quite dissociated and spurious for the very matter at hand. It does not necessitate that women need only domesticated themselves and never actualize what is potential in them. It is an admittance that the role of men is to replenish the household of what is “need,” bountiful could it be if “want” be satiated. But never in this line of reasoning the idea that women are cast upon the shadows of man and of the household alone.

It is much of a wonder why my mother can do almost everything, from work to cooking, from foraging for the “needs” to simply talking to people in life’s survival, but still stays at home, admitting that she wants her family to be “okay.” I have always appreciated her embraced purpose in life for I have also benefited from this. I have lived a good, and cared of life. She has brought herself forth varying adversities, facing people and strangers alike just so to feed us. But yet again, surmising that the fullest of her life is in being a mother and a wife, alone. I have talked to her, several times as she had always opened up with me. And I found dreams, fantastic dreams she has kept for a quite a time.

It is often seen in the household that children and even husbands are not asked to wash dishes. Well, it is the “role” of women anyway. This role is also passed on to a daughter. Husbands and sons are pampered, not asked to wash their own clothes. This serves as a function, yes. I have talked to a few colleagues and even to my aunt, and they said that doing the “chores” gives them satisfaction. Well, this is the mental precept instilled upon them. But today, change has come upon. The egalitarian thought has been accommodated since the women heroes in the past. Yet again, the contrary is seen today. The supposed social order and novel coordination is deemed futile.

It is to my realization and observation that women of today have progressed in their principles. They think that once men hit them, it is high time for them to leave. I was gladdened by this. Even one aunt of mine has even shown her “woman” spirit by saying so. But still the practice of being the supposed “conforming” women is still lived today.

It is never my purpose to battle over men as it doesn’t serve any good. But I live in the purpose of dignifying human in all aspects. It is my goal to fortify the human in all humans. If he or she is ought to be rational, he or she has to be. Functions are the justification to every culture. But the mere blanketing, both in customs and thoughts can be un-dignifying.

I question why. I aim to let people realize. I do not want people to wash dishes every day. I just simply look up to a community where balance in mind and practice is present. Up until today, I am trying to understand my mom’s choice to be just at home. She is in struggle to live up to the imposed life. I think she is happy. But I just wanted her to do something more out of her life. I wanted her live in her own glories and miseries by which she made her choices with, not in those, which her choices depended upon what society, let her be.

I am in good light, in this writing, that women of tomorrow will live a different day. My words may resound that in the future, or that it may be different. There is always constant change. But it is still to my hope that women today will think, realize their being, their own “women.”

Uncertain

I fled into the wilderness of the streets of the metropolis. I quickly went down and used the mobile stairs going up. I merged with the pool of supposed and presumed workers of the area. I merged with my idea of being lost, of being not able to determine where I must go. I never felt lonely. I felt willed to pursue paths as chosen. I finally have myself, in solitude, in the midst of my thoughts disoriented themselves, in flashes, in dramatic fading and recurring, and in endless coming through. How disturbing this state could be. No one else endures, but myself, I am, uncertain.

Questioning without the slightest human interest and desire, I went on traversing the various pictures of superficiality and wealth, of people undyingly living up to the deceit of opportune commercialism. Goals kept occurring in my thoughts. I ended up going undetermined of the flow of what my own desire itself is.

I went back. I traced the ways have my thoughts left. And I stopped. I sufficed the inevitability of the physiological necessity to take something to churn, to put to waste. I did anyway. I succumbed to such drive. And I was brought in a strange ubiquitous scenario of what is and what is not. I didn’t have much time to narrate a whole ludicrous and pitiful story of the recent past that I have somehow gone over with. Still, the nuanced and strange moment was one of uncertainty.

I went over this knock-off, communicative device. Pity me. I tried to show that I can also be like them, but I couldn’t. I am different. I am myself. I can never pattern a life of an individual with a different story. I have my own story. I have to live up to it. I should be in it. Again, I myself am uncertain.

Like some vagabond, I went up. Sat.    I felt the cold. I can sense the frayed leather coverings of the seats. It’s my daily regimen of a life that leads nowhere else but merely some material desires. Some uncertainty.

Uncertain.

Foil Wraps: Association to Myself

Being asked at times of some metaphor to oneself is nothing to fret about. It is often asked in slum books or simply in social networking sites. Just the though of it excites anyone as it entails some playful conceptualization so to say of some object that would totally define oneself. And it is simply just some common precept to think in the present context. Any object will do. Anything will just be fine.

When asked of something to which I can identify myself, I never thought it was an-ocean-to-a-can parallelism. It was indeed hard to think of. I kept deepening my thoughts. At times, I could just have one object in mind; but in the end, I simply frown about seeing myself in such perhaps brought about by some lack of sophistication, I think, and just some lack of intellectual depth.

Having been through so much in life, there could be no better way than to see myself in the quality and use of aluminums. I was fond of it during my childhood when I used to play with it, sticking it to my teeth, chewing it even before spitting, and just making something out of it after being turned into some ball. It was just one of my joys that still, a part of it, lingers today. And now, I see myself in this household necessity in the character that it has and that I think I embody myself of.

Malleability is apparent in these foils. Adaptability is something that I figure of myself having been into so much of life’s, as I always say, unfair dilemmas. And being able to suit oneself in every plausible and inevitable situation is just exemplification of some persistence. And this can be concretized in these wraps. Looking back at when I was simply happy and satisfied with my life, I could see that piece I had could actually be made into something I just wanted. It was more than fun.

This then goes to another characteristic of these household must. In the hands of the bearer, or in reality, in life, these foils can be made into something, whether it be rubbish, or simply made out of ingenuity. Just like in my case, there had been times when I had to trample myself back due to some frustrations, but never to the point of being left futile. And after some unlikely circumstances, I tend to get back to where I was and just simply pursue what I think has to be pursued. Just like any wrap, after it has been crumpled or torn into pieces, it can still be seen as something of use, well probably because of its shimmer that is more elaborate in its crumpled disposition. And I very much see myself as someone who sees every situation as not merely a product of fate, but just a process of choice and of being better or worse in the same context of choice.

It is just worth a daydream to think of the days where I could just be some kid playing around in the neighborhood. It is just simply fond to think of the days where I just cuddle with my mom in bed while listening to and feeling the cold of an afternoon rain. It is just tempting to regress and look back to these days, to just become the kid in the comforts of home. But in these days, sometimes, simple things emerge to define oneself. It is in these frivolities that not only make one remember those fine days, but just reflect one’s person after years of being through a lot in life, in its most unfair and best. I see myself in these foil wraps not as being fond of it or simply to put in chick slum books or some profile tidbits to get some networks of friends’ attention, but just the character that it is, I can see myself, I can truly present myself.

In these foils that my mother had used for our macaroni salad, in these wraps that she had used for the left over cake, and in these aluminums that I used to get from chocolate under-peeling, I can see a self that has gone through so much, and that which I say myself.

Levers, Joints, and Sockets

At certain times, a lot could just be hard to understand. There are things that one wants to do, but he/she would most times come to a point of incomprehensibility. These things would seem hard to grasp, to lay upon. I have been meaning to say that I am now at a point wherein I don’t have the clearest idea of where I could be, and where I should be. I just recently checked on someone I fancied for quite long in my college senior year, and I saw how corporately, freaking, good looking he was. I felt bad about myself then. And things began to go in jumbles. I then immediately tried to make myself feel a bit better by looking over some jobs I think would push me to greater prosperity, as they say, just so I could have some advantage over him, that I could see myself getting better. A lot of things have gone through my mind, and I couldn’t laser-point at each of them. I seriously don’t know what to do. I was somehow in good thinking prior to this day. It suddenly occurred to me that I could do just way better than what I am doing now. I just opted to indulge in complacency and false fulfillment. It’s hard to fix things, my mind when I feel that I am not better than anybody else. I used to be insanely attracted to this guy before. Then suddenly, I just felt that I should be better than him. I just felt that I should be over him, no matter how ridiculously sounding it is. I would have to spare this writing from a long ludicrous story of pretense, pressure, and childish plays. But the whole story could be reached to its end by saying that I was somehow pushed to do more than I could because of him, of the envy that I was feeling the whole time, of the thought that things are simply at their most unfair. I began thinking that I could have just been motivated by him. I began asking myself if I should have that external motivation for me to be so great. And now, everything seems to be in the air. I just have to let past days for me to get to the point of where I should be. Things just come quite too tactual to be laid hands upon. I just want to keep myself dragged every morning to do what I can do. I should be elsewhere by this time. Maybe, I am just quite driven by certain irrational impulses. Very distractive or destructive I may say.

Informal Supersedes Formal Social Control: At Cultural Boundaries

Over three months of teaching English to Koreans online can at times be strenuous and routinary. The regularity of the whole industry, given the schedules, modules, and even the students can be quite bland in every day. It will always be part of teaching. The only plus we, as teachers, get is the conversation the only lasts not beyond three minutes of the given time, usually at 10 or 20 minutes per session; and within this set time, we get to share and gain insights from the different minds, from different Koreans. We learn from their own culture and lifestyle. It was at first quite strange to think, but I have learned to get interest into learning about them, include therewith learning their language and, of course, their soap operas.

I was surprised by one student in one of our sessions in class. We had to take up one lesson so as to move on to the next. But within the allotted time for free talk, she had yet brought this news about a rape and murder case involving a young girl and a late 60’s man. The entire 10-minute class was consumed to discuss succinctly the case. The student was being emotional as she happened to be a mother herself. As the goal of the company, we had to be more than teachers. I had to console her.

The case was rather commonplace elsewhere. But for a conservative and traditionalist country like Korea, it would rather come as a surprise. I wasn’t surprised by the news. I was actually in awe considering Korea’s social bond and how it holds its communities together. The concern of the student was that the 12-year sentence to the criminal was rather not commensurate to the act done. The decision was with lawful backing. The Korean Laws reflect the said decision. But judgment didn’t serve justice at it should do. The ruling was an injustice, a shame to the country even. And so the student had to be quite emotional. A lot have clamored. Then I had to think; I had to think of the circumstance, the decision, the whole societal phenomenon.

I had asked myself several questions: why is there a less punitive sentence to criminals committing grave acts considering the social order in Korea? Do these laws exist brought about by less criminal acts being committed? Or would it be plausible for these criminal acts to persist due to complacent laws?

In society, there will always be that social control to render order and organization. In Sociology, this control comes in two forms: the informal and the formal social control. The former pertains to that which the people are responsible with. It is in an intangible form that makes every member of society conform to a community’s mores or folkways. This is significantly evident in gossips and certain superstitious ideologies. People talk about an individual deviating from the standard community acts. Elders impart beliefs on the young on non-worldly beings for them to always have that sense of authority and control.

The latter pertains to the hard and apparent social control, objectified by society, in order that there is archetypal authority. This is realized in laws and regulations. Members of society follow these laws as per mandate. There will be corresponding consequences in every act.

Normally, by far, formal laws are the most efficient. Not only there is constancy in social order, but there is hard, actual basis on such order. Decisions are made fair. Reconciliation and solution is made possible through these. Informal laws, or communal laws, are quite weak in terms of trying to compromise and implement as it might change in time considering the mindset and principles of the community members.

However, with this recent accidental news I got, I began thinking of the possible strength of informal laws in society. Hypothetically, these informal means and control and order may have been backing the formal laws all this while.

It is definitely difficult to find a middle ground for seeing the causative link between the Korean laws as well the as the criminal acts. It would seem like the classic “chicken-or-egg” discussion. Laws may actually exist brought about by societal phenomenon. Social acts may also persist reflective of the laws. Now it’s hard to find an end. There may be association, but its nature is correlational.

An angle is seen in the given setting. Koreans are known to be socially bound brought about by their culture. They happen to be traditionalists. They still maintain their values despite changes in time. They bind their families with the important values. Even relationships with other Koreans are mostly primary. They have these informal laws subsisting. This is one reconciliatory ground for the given case. Both laws and acts may be associated, but there are external factors why they exist and persist. Laws may be made independently of the social acts due to informal order. Acts exist prior to laws brought about by the informal laws as well. In this setting, wherein the association between two elements is irreconcilable, it is safe to look out of the normative perceptions. Both laws and acts may exist with the primary measures of informal laws, order, or control.

To illustrate, the 12-year sentence for grave, criminal acts was made brought about by strong informal control, which is evident in the country. However, it would be contradicting the thesis on the strength of such informal control if the rape and murder case be justified. In this case, society and its values might have been changing over time. And all the more that these values are overseen, and all the more this social control is being overlooked. There is no question of the causation between the act and the informal control. There is just that change, which has been overseen. This then will lead to another evidence of the strength of such control in society.

People have been clamoring on the court decision and ruling. My student had been quite emotional. This collective sentiment may lead to a change in the laws. A bill may be passed as per petition by the people. This sentiment may also caution the rest of the population on possible, the same, succeeding act plausible criminals and the rest of the people alike. So this again leads to one end, that informal laws go prior to formal laws and social acts. It may be causative or factorial.

Sometimes, it is serendipitous to just come across certain realizations in everyday due to constant interaction and dealing. And it is far enriching. Korea is one country with strong morals and values up until this time. And these will always be the move to social change and reconciliation. Our Philippine laws may be different from that of Korea, but in the end, there is that undeniable proof that values, mores, folkways, and other personal and communal standards (not legal or lawful) make society, its culture, its people, its laws. They control society beyond what laws can do. They are the backing for laws, for the whole social system. In the end, society and its people need this informal social control.

Say It Right

I have heard from a fashion adviser in one episode of Project Runway Philippines, season one, that not because one has the will to do and create things, he/she has to do them all at once. This applied more on not trying to overdo design as the show speaks for itself. I took it seriously, and I thought, it would just end there, with design and esthetics.

This principle can be said or be made practical in several situations, situations that not only call for achievement of goals but for ethical purposes. As they say, too much of everything can really be bad. Even health and medicine makes use of this in dietary prescriptions. But the idea here is more angled towards communication and interactions amongst people, community, and society. It’s quite a wonder why some of us end up in bickering after a smooth talk on a certain good topic. Ordinary parlance would justify by simply saying it’s miscommunication. But what could be behind this exchange of hot, at times, personal words to someone? What could be behind this unharmonious talk?

It is often a bewilderment for non-Filipinos why Filipinos seem to be hardest to understand among the rest. They say that Filipinos are not definite with what they are really saying. When a Pinoy says ‘no’ to some meal offer by a colleague, it most often means a ‘yes’. When the same Pinoy says ‘yes’ to compliment affirmation, otherwise is usually meant. The peculiar Filipino it is. In the same way, Filipinos seem to be befuddled by the other traits of other people like the Americans, with their indifference and independence. Basically, there is the assumption of cultural difference. This is the foundation of the whole discussion.

In several communication setting, running across races and nations, there is always the element of miscommunication perhaps brought about by noise, as is supported by speech theories. This leads to conflict and disconnection in such setting. Much is explained on the reason of such. But what are usually less given credit are the parties involved themselves.

Most of the time, conflict is brewed from too much talking, bickering, cursing, and targeting the person as opposed to the act itself. One part will indeed defend his or her own. Often times, this starts with some mild disagreement. It goes to some personal attacks with some logical link to the disagreement. And it leads to the conflict. The idea here is not much on the causative link of it, but more on the cause itself. Is it really the exchange of words per se? If yes, then, who could have started it? How did it begin?

There have been several conflicts in one’s day to day encounter. But one couldn’t see what one party had done, whether he or she started it. What is not seen in the process is the exchange of superfluous and uncompromising statements or responses to a given setting. This means that one at times speaks so much though there is no necessity of it. Perhaps, it’s human’s ability to be over the heap of discussion of argument. There is pride so to say. But still, the will to speak so much without the logic of it makes it one undeniable cause of a conflict.

People sometimes, speak a lot about a person. The frankness or the brutal frankness can sometimes be held as something definite and universal. For so long as the idea of correctedness is of necessity as of the moment, there is already the succeeding necessity already of doing such without considerations of sort.

It is perfectly fine to correct someone. It is totally okay to speak of what’s wrong about an individual. It is definitely not bad to tell someone the truth. And these are valid so long as there is the logic of it, and second, there is the necessity of doing or saying so. If one need not talk about how bad the person looks after some argument on the existence or non-existence of something, one should not. If there is no need to speak about the person in an argument, one shouldn’t.

This is one reason why conflict in communication or argumentation in the process exists. There is the battle to win over such conflict no matter what happens. The idea here is not much on looking into how conflict persists and what other external factors cause, but it’s more on the ethics in communication. There is that etiquette in speaking in talking so as to avoid it. One has to consider certain assumptions before blurting that hurtful statement. One is the rational of the whole setting. One has to look into the extent of the setting. Second, one has to look into the parties. One thing to look into is culture or day to day living. This has to be looked into.

In several communications, one need not say everything just because he or she can. There has to be an element of compromise and understanding. There has to be assumption of relativity. One may correct another by means of his or her frankness, but it doesn’t necessarily lead to learning on the part of the other. The other may take offensively. One may actually have won the battle of bickering, but everything is pointless as things are often non sense and illogical.

Good for fashion and design that it can strictly follow through the principle of not overdoing designs. I think that in communication and talks, even with the presence of some arguing, there has to be an element of not overdoing. After all, it’s not about winning or simply making oneself the right one. It’s about having the message across without confusions and denials brought about by bickering. It’s learning, the right learning, the right understanding. In several talks in the future, I think it’s just reasonable to say it right.

Defining Existence

Who one is in the midst of so many adversities, in the middle of so many turns and twists, on the verge of so many interactions and encounters reflects the very being that he/she can be. Life definitely has a lot to offer, as they say. Life has many surprises, at times unacceptable ones. Life seems to hone the very being that one can be. Life is objectively a whole spectacle, a whole amazement. But nothing could be more of an awe than the individuals that one can and has become. Life aided in that structured and crafted being. And up until now, one is still synthesized and being brought into so much.

It will take some time to give meaning to subsistence. At times it entails experience and unending processual undergoings of life. It entails one to go through so much before he/she can utterly see his/her being. But how could this existence be laid down and understood?

One could define it phenomenologically. Personal ideals and principles could be brought to play to get the whole image of that being. Individuals can view his/her life in his/her mind reflective of experience. How he/she puts meaning in things that define that existence. One may be open to changes, acceptable of any situation, or that he/she could be repulsive given that whims and visions are not fulfilled. Existence at this point is symbolic, so to say. The subjective entitlement of it is given. Here, existence and its essence is at the disposal of the life bearer. One could see himself/herself living for hopes, for something unknown and surprising; or he/she could live in nihilism and self-denial. Existence is in one’s own.

However, other people can give meaning to others’ existence. Seeing the purpose of one to so many people can also be valid given that the working individual is in the duly process of Be-ing; there is activity amidst Be-ing. Seeing this meaning through other people’s perspective objectifies the very meaning of one in life. One may be some saving grace or hero to another, or simply a source of misery and sadness.

How can then existence be define? It’s a coexistence and embedding of reasons, purposes, decisions, choices, and outcomes. Existence is the synthesis of the ongoings of life, of some else’s life, and even everyone else’s life. It’s the product of so many interactions and reactions. Existence is one’s definition. It is also reflected upon one’s significance in the lives of many. But overall, it’s an interconnection, overlapping, congruity, compormise, and harmony of all set meanings. It could also be the other way around.

One can say he/she is the most intelligent. But others may say otherwise or nothing at all. One may say that he/she has not been graced with beauty, thereby annihilating herself, living with a heavy heart and bitter mind, but others may say that he/she is an utter epitome of beauty. In some cases, there is agreement in definitions. There is totally match of one’s existence. One may actually be pushed to believing on others’ view. One may also be convinced of his/her existence.

Existence is that moment where one can say that there has been so much done and that there is still more to do. Setting boundaries for one’s very being may not be that easy, deepening thoughts and essences. But if one knows the why’s, how’s, and who’s of his/her existence, that’s one time that his very being is in transcendence of being not. There is existence by then.