At
first, I thought my high school life sucks. Full of home works, projects and
paper works. It feels like it will never end. No freedom and free time at all. A
huge difference when we were in elementary. Maybe I’m not yet ready at that
time. Maybe I’m not used to that kind of responsibility that’s why most of time
I complain. I complain because the high school life that I thought has a huge difference
from what I experienced. My high school life is different from what my family
tells me. Base on them it is the most memorable, happy and best. But my high school life is about work. My high school life is just all about studies.
My high school life was not fun at all. However, I think I’m used to it now
especially that my 3rd year in my school changes everything. Of all
the year I think my 3rd year fulfill all my expectations that’s why
I can say my high school life doesn’t sucks anymore instead perfect.
Being a
3rd year student is the best. I can prove it and I’m proud to tell
it to everyone. I’m not afraid what other teacher will say because what I say
is a fact. A fact that 3rd year life is really the best. We learn
new things. We learn a lot especially in English Class. I learn a lot in our
English Class. I’m so thankful I had a teacher someone like her, Ma’am Mildred
C. Atendido. She’s not just a teacher but a mother as well. A mother who never
let her son and daughter give up because I’m one of them.
It’s
really fun to attend her class. You will never feel bored especially when she
starts to give advices. You can really feel that everything she says is from
her heart. That everything she tells you is for your own good. And when it
comes to the way she teaches us. You can really say that she has her own style
just like this blog. She was the very first to try a different style of having
our informal theme. That moment I really told myself “Wow! She is really a good
teacher”. And another thing about her is that she really reads our blogs or
informal themes unlike others students does that. Other experiences I had with
her are Romeo and Juliet, Jazz Chant, Radio story, the one we heard on radios and
the Conventional Speech Choir. With all those things I learned a lot. I learned
how hard to control everyone. How hard to fix everything. How hard to make one
of those activities. But without those experiences we won’t be leader. We won’t
be developed. We will know nothing. And with all those activities I knew we
were not just students. Because we are
really a family who gives hand to each other.
I
can really prove how important and memorable our English class is because
besides those things this class taught me to be real. The teacher who holds
this class taught me to fight. Without this class maybe I’m still on that
darkness. Maybe I’m still there letting problems took me down. Without her
advices in class, without her care to students like me and without her love for
I think we learn nothing because her sincerity conquers all. Her sincerity give
students hope that when trying is worth fighting for.
I
just want to add something about the teacher who taught us to be a good leader
and do everything at the middle of the fight. The very first time I met you I
knew there was something about you. I really told myself “You are someone that I
need. You are someone that I wish could be part of my life”. I’m not kidding Ma’am
because this is the truth. I knew that there is something beneath you that I
wish my family can have. I know you know my story and I’m proud of that because
somehow you understand me. Ma’am I don’t know how to thank you. But I’ll just
do it in a way I can show it somehow. THANK YOU MA’AM FOR BEING A TEACHER AND
PARENTS SOMEHOW. I wish you will not change. I wish you’ll still be there for
me even I’m not your student anymore. Your English Class, advices, teaching and
you change my life. And I didn’t expect this to happen especially that I
thought my high school life sucks. So Ma’am, I really had a great time in your class.
Especially the experiences you gave. Now, I can really say my high school doesn’t
sucks.
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