If you don’t mind, first, I’d like to share my “school stories” before I give my opinion/s about what teachers really are.. But if you don't want to read it, well read the last two paragraphs…
I was still young when I started going to school. I was three years old then, and smart enough that I always receive awards during recognition. I’m an honor pupil (before).ü As a kindergarten student, my “world” used to be colorful. With butterflies around, flowers, trees, etc.. Teachers would teach you ABCs, 123s, draw and write, add and subtract.. They taught me how to do that, and I was happy that I learned..
Elementary.. Grade1 was still more of ABCs, 123s, draw and write, add and subtract.. Grade2 was still the same though it was more challenging.. Grade3 was when I started knowing my friends BETTER.. Too bad, I transferred a school when I was in grade4.. Of course, I met new people, new environment.. It was hard for me because EVERY THING was really different.. My parents don’t give too much attention now.. They said I was old enough to know what’s wrong, and what’s right.. NO! I was still young.ü Months later, I was able to adapt, and everything went fine, ok.. I made new friends.. Grade5, damn! I really hated HKS here, and really loved MATH.. HKS talks MANY things about Philippine history, and MATH for addition, subtraction, multiplication, and division. Fractions made it sooo interesting, challenging! Grade6.. First to third quarter, “graduation” was totally out of my mind.. Until one of my classmates BUZZed me about it.. I was like, “Whew! I almost forget about that!”.. Yeah, how come I forget about my graduation.? Stupidity..ü So grade6 was about “friendship never dies”, and “puppy love”. It was February when we started practicing for our graduation songs, line formations, speeches (for the honor students).. And here comes March, marching time.. Everybody seems to be so excited.. This was the first time we received a diploma.. We laugh, we cry, we fight/quarrel, we say “sorry”, we get together again, we laugh, we cry, and so on.. Memories will be kept forever.. Not on minds, but on hearts..
Highschool, ALL new. New school (for some), new classmates, new subjects, new teachers, new chairs, new tables, new CRs, new environment, new school uniform, new YOU! Our classroom was even air-conditioned. ü Everything used to be fine, but symptoms of being an adolescent strikes! Pimples, menstrual flows, etc.. (That’s for girls).ü this time, you won’t be able to go to school without a mirror, face powder and a comb with you.. I swear! Even boys does that.. Like those days in elementary, high school was still about read and write, add and subtract, many to mention!=) Real “barkada” starts here, unlike when we were in elementary.. On your class, there would always be this CLOWN who’ll crack jokes that would make everyone awake, even the teacher! I’m one of them, I was a clown at school..ü “Bonding” among friends was always present; talk and laugh on recess time, eat together at lunch, roam around the campus in the afternoon, and go to malls on weekends. I also do that! Haha.. On quizzes, its not “copy and answer” anymore.. Instead, its “copy the answer”.. Some sayings of high school students is “Share your blessings, specially at exams.” (Ang lupeeet! Pati exam, pinapatulan.ü) There’s still more! But its hard to specify it one by one.ü
Preparatory, elementary, and high school. All I learned was how to read, write, add, subtract, multiply and divide but of course, on different applications. Socrates was once a teacher of Plato, who became Aristotle’s teacher, who was also one of Alexander the Great’s teachers. However, how many Socrates do we still need to feed the young minds of our future Alexander the Greats? Teaching is not as easy as what we think. When you teach, you need to learn MORE than what you’ve learned when you were still studying.. Different teachers, different characteristics. Some may be boring, some are not. But as one, teachers only have one aim. When teaching you need to love your students, in order for them to love you, too.. Respect is not to be asked for, but to be gained.. But how.? Do you need to buy it.? No.. And I also don’t know.. Teachers are often misunderstood by students.. Why? Maybe because student are also misunderstood by the teachers.. Like, students don’t understand the reason why teachers burst out like hell everytime he/she sees a student talking at the same time with him/her.. And teachers also don’t understand why students just can’t stop talking.. Teachers stop teaching when the bell rings at 5:30 in the afternoon.. But it doesn’t end there.. they continue at home; they check test papers, they record, and make lesson plans.. And how much more if they have families? They do overtime.. But they are not paid for it.. Teaching is more than a profession..
I’d like to thank my teachers before, for teaching me how to read and write, add and subtract, and love and respect.. I’m so thankful that even if they haven’t taught me about something the smartest man knows, they’ve planted something in my heart that will tell me to continue fighting even though I failed many times. They taught me how o fight and move on.. They taught me how to stand up and rise everytime I fall.. I’ve learned so many valuable lessons which I can’t learn from my primary, secondary, or even tertiary schooling/studies.. Every thing I learned was all from them.. Them, who helped me pass my grades.. Now I can say that teachers don’t just teach, but they also give love and respect to us students, for him/her to earn respect too, wherein we just “takwil” it, as if we don’t owe something to him/her. Yes, we pay her through our tuition fees, but that’s not enough knowing that she has done almost everything to help you built better future..
oops.! too late for halloween.ü
(sorii for the late post.ü)
November 1 is actually All Saints Day, not All Souls Day. It's different. But many of us go to cemeteries, visit their loved ones who passed away, and celebrate Halloween parties on the first day of November.
Anyway, my family does that, too. We go to Holy Gardens cemetery every first of November, and visit my beloved grandpa.ü We visit him once every month, but only on November1 that we stay there long, almost overnight.!ü
We arrived there for almost 5 in the afternoon. Too bad, i wanted to go there earlier.:( Off the car, we carried the tents off, pillows, and foods! haha. we arranged the things, and started praying. Then we ate our dinner. we were so full.! So me and my cousins managed to walk around and look for friends.ü That time, we already wore our "witchy" costumes. At first, I thought we look so stupid.! and then after a while, we heard some people saying something. We were a little curious because they were looking at us.! They were smiling. We were shy, maybe they were laughing at us. But no.! Instead, they were enjoying looking at us. So, conclusion! Its our "witchy" costumes that made us attractive all throughout the night.ü So after roaming around, we went back to our place. We ate again.! we ate umm.. junk foods.ü unhealthy but, really tastes good! haha.
We enjoy staying there! It's like, we're having our little family reunion.ü We pray, we talk, we laugh, we eat, we play. That's what we did there last Nov1, 2008.
We were already praying here.ü
We were already praying here.ü
We were already praying here.ü
We were already praying here.ü
We were already praying here.ü
We were already praying here.ü
We were already praying here.ü
We were already praying here.ü
This is me and my cousins, my best friends. We were called "PANTiES". cute.. isn't it.? haha. lol. We really planned of what we should wear that time. There was a kid. She asked us for a picture and said we were pretty witches! haha. We were sooo overwhelmed.ü
Every people at Holy Gardens was busy. Others even lost their child/children.! tsk2. too bad..=(
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the day a lost a world, was the day i lost
YOU. i never imagined this pain you gave me. i was a fool believing in your stupid lies. but i would never regret that. hearing those words, when you whispered "i love you" in my ear made me feel sooo happy that i could die. with you, every thing seems to be a dream, like those in fairytales. with you, i wish nothing but
happy-ever-afters. ooh.! and one thing is what i've noticed.. why is it that when i'm with you, time just seems so easy.? so fast.? =(
you made
PROMiSES. are promises really meant to be broken.? you told me once that you'll never let me go. you'll love me forever.. i felt happy when you said that.. but what happened
now.? your promises are gone.. hell yeah i was fooled again.!
i know i made a mistake. and you made yours, too. even once, i never thought you could do this to me.
i don't know what to say anymore. my heart is full of anger, hatred. but LOVE is still there.
so this one, i made for you. always remember, you're always here in my heart.=(
Over For Now
I knew someday it would have to end
I knew eventually I would have to go back to calling you friend
It's killing me that now that day has come
If it's for the best then where is this pain from
I know deep inside that this is what I had to do
but it's breaking my heart to walk away from you
I'm trying my best to appear strong
but it's hard when part of me says that in your arms is where I belong
I still love you with all my heart
that's not going to change even though we're apart
You were my first love and my first kiss
There are so many of our special times I'm going to miss
All the words I ever said or wrote still hold true
But for now from a distance is where I'll be loving you
I think you need me as a friend to help you through
because there are things I can't control that are hurting you
We both have issues no one knows of
neither of us had the strength to be true to our love
Maybe we will be together again if it was meant to be
but for now please don't stop loving me
Even though I'm not your girlfriend I'll still be here
With a shoulder to cry on or a sympathetic ear
The story of love can be quicker than the blink of an eye
But our story of won't be over until the day that we die
Until We Meet Again
