Great teachers will always be remembered!
Every time I see my former teachers I always feel happy and proud that they could still remember me as much as I remember them. I see them like I used to see them before. They don’t look like aging (though I have aged myself). I would look at them the way I used to look at them back in my school days. They still look the same, though it feels sad that some of them have already gone before us.
Teachers who have contributed so much to our well-being and personality will always have a special place in our hearts. Their contribution to whatever and whoever we are cannot be discounted. The way they affected us when we were younger could be traced with our old ways and the habits which were instilled with us as school children.
We could still remember how our 1st and 2nd grade teachers taught us how to read and how to do Arithmetic using counters of stones and Popsicle sticks. I always feel happy whenever I see my retired grade 1 teacher (Mrs. Feliza S. Inlong) who can still remember me and my 2 other friends (Grace and Rowena) every time I see her in the church. She still looks very mindful of the past – my 1st grade was in 1978…this is 2013. How many years ago was that? And she could still remember. Great minds of great teachers!
I always have high respects for such great teachers who moulded and trained me to excel in different areas of learning and to become to best I could possibly be.
Back when I was younger, I was a very introvert person. Though I knew for myself that I could do something, I never volunteered, I never pushed myself.
But the teachers who handled me gave me enough encouragement and helped me discover my strengths and to use for my advantage and to be aware of my weaknesses and learn ways to turn my weaknesses into strengths.
They have helped me recognize my potentials and to maximize such to further develop myself.
If I were to mention them all, I would have a long list and it would be a sin if missed anyone of them.
Just so that they know, I feel very grateful that I had once been under them and though it was not really my dream to be a teacher, I am trying hard to excel in this profession as a way of giving back to them – for all the work that they had done for me.
By: Maricar S. Gerella | Abucay North Elementary School | Abucay, Bataan
