"MY TEACHER MY HERO"

A, B, C, D, E, 1, 2, 3... we start reading and counting, writing and drawing, proper grammar and proper manner. When I turn 5 years old, the school became my second home. My teachers became my second Mom. My classmates became my second sister.

I still remember my teacher asked me "one plus one" now "what is the square root of 500"... I still remember called me to recite poem, a simple poem "Ako ay May Alaga" now a 5-6 stanza "The Road Not Taken"... I still remember my teacher told me to write by the use of "hand written" now by the use of computer"... I still remember when I was a "child" who was playing a jackstone, now a cutie "teenager" who was crazy falling inlove... Now I cannot imagine myself Graduating...

Years, months, days, time, its moving fast, now I didn't notice I'm graduating. Thanks to all my teachers. Each day that fast I've learned a lot of them. Thanks for the moral lesson. Thanks for the knowledge. Thanks for loving and caring. Thanks for everything. Without them I'm not herE, searching for my future. So I'm proud to say MY TEACHER, MY HERO...