Relatively riveting, Ma'am Lenny and in general.

My Teacher, My Hero

a poem

Oblivious to my knowledge,

A decadence of society on a falling edge,

I could neither breathe nor smile,

Will you be there, securing me from the awful vile?

Although devastation may come and seek its hole,

I never fail to conquer my soul,

I live with a plethora of emotions worth a value,

As the line of the song goes, thanks to you.

While the maze has infinitely hurdled,

A hand reached out and I'm not befuddled.

I may cry a liter of tears, or have floundered so many times,

With you saying everyone climbs, I will push myself to life.

Journey, yes, it's still a long way to mention,

I may still need to seek my own redemption.

Still, my best wishes to the paths we both take,

Someday, I'll give you cakes you yourself know how to bake.

Throughout the course of this literature which is mine, I understood that I have made a poem for someone special. A person who has been struggling on an endeavor with regards to molding me to what I ought to be. It may be a little suppressed in the demeanor of how I sometimes talk about her, about conquering my mind with an abundance of values I seem not to understand so well, the thought that I can hardly decipher what had conjured to make her chuckle, and how every day would become a hellish yet fulfilling one.

And while it is subtle and even embarrassing to say it, this is a simple thank-you gift which I don't know if you can appreciate well, a poem. If not with you, I may have not survived my first year and whatnot. I cannot count how many times have I fulfilled things without your support and guidance.

So, yes, about to whom I dedicate this; Ma'am Lenny, thank you for everything. Early regards, I will never forget you in the future. Happy teacher's day!

And so with the others, Ma'am May. I won't forget how you can change my view on third year teachers. You're the coolest, I swear. Ma'am Juliet, Ma'am April, Ma'am Evelyn, Ma'am Jenny Ann, Ma'am Malou, Ma'am Arlyn, Ma'am Benilda Orsal, Sir Ces... Happy teachers' day! In fact, it's just now that I realized the poem can be for everyone.

I'm great now. I still need your advice. You are my second teachers, after all. I must admit, impediments were lessened courtesy of you. And even though it is nonsense for me to tell that you are close to me, for I am not, it is my pride to be your student. I can not be your contestant in Chemistry or Math, I'm not that good in spelling, why, I sometimes do not get your lessons, Sir. I may have had bad feelings when you underestimate my intellectual capacity, but at least, we can tolerate them - which is not your advantage - and we really do need your help. Teachers, I don't know if doing these blogs especially made by us will make your hearts shout and run and whatnot, I don't know if you lie with your dynamic beliefs, all I know is - despite the negativity that is you teach with payable amount - you love us, more than what your salary tells you to do. You're treasures, what could we do without you?

With five or six words, I say: We love you very much, teachers.

Inevitable yet to be discovered.

"What could be worse than taking examinations in a rush, holding a pencil once again, and not going to school afterwards?" For a second thought, I realized our NCAE would bring us joy, for one thing: we'll take a break from classes.

While sitting there, doing practically nothing except breathing and almost perforating my index finger with a sharp pencil marked "IAMNINOYIAMCORY" I have just borrowed from Eula, the teacher went inside 3-H room where we were assigned prior to the exams proper, told the clichéd mechanics, then one by one the so-called 'way to shape the future', the answer sheets and test booklets, which for one I did not take seriously, were given. First we answered the first page, EDQ, ICT, and the course yadda yadda... When the clock struck at 8:20 AM, I'm not sure, we read the first question for Reading Comprehension.

My mind flew as I shaded those egg-like oblongs, hopefully I shaded the correct egg, and like my mind which thought of so many things in a matter of minutes, minutes rapidly went hours, and little did I know, it was already 12:00; and I was left answering Entrepreneurial Skills together with Marcell and Marcson. As Marcell finished, I was halfway, and then done almost the same time Marcson ended with the last item. Our teacher - obviously, we, or I, did not even know her name but I admit she looked beautiful (or her physique I guess) - said we could leave, so there we go... others were shouting when I came out of 3-H room. "Finally! NCAE's were done!" And I was there sighing in relief, too.

But while the strong yet refreshing winds came rushing through my face, my eyes were looking afar from my standing. It was looking on a tree - the tallest of them all, and in my head is a question: Will I be standing taller than that tree?

Then I remembered my mentors when they said that that piece of paper we are going to take blithely are going to help us shape our future. I once said that I want to be a doctor. And in that moment, I felt so fulfilled that in a very juvenile age, I can articulate what I want to be. And so while taking the test, I remembered, I took a hard time answering Scientific Ability.

My teachers told us that scholarships were given to us when we take exams, and I want to soar high when I reach college. So, this is the part where I take credibility of myself for even reading a Biology book - nota bene, I did not encounter Biology questions mostly - and I felt infinite after thinking about it.

I just said, "Whatever the results, I must pursue what I mostly want."

So, why did I want to become a doctor?

• To help the needy patients;
• To get an apt money for a family;
• to be luxurious;
• for my parents to be proud; and
• to help patients in dire need of attending to and for them to remember me when I die.

I realized, the first four are almost said by many, but it's just now I've totaled why I want to become a doctor. I want somebody to say when he sees me again, "Oh! He's that doctor who did everything to save me/my daughter/ my son/ my wife!" And there would be an immense feeling in my heart that would pound and and make me smile all day long. And that's what I would want to feel in the mere future. And that's why I'm studying. And that is - for how many times? - why I'm writing this all about, to be a doctor.

Riding in the bus with Joar, Eula, Jazzel, and Ara going home, I didn't realize this. But as I write this, I had the most beautiful smile. A smile, I thought, that would mean a different meaning for the 4-letter abbreviated examinations.

I wanted to fulfill my dreams, and so I took the NCAE.