My Teacher, My Hero

    All throughout our years, we've encountered several people. One of these persons are our teachers. They've been with us every year and every year new sets of teachers are being shown to us. But for me they're not just teachers because within that one year I have felt what this one teacher really means to me. It's  something that I've never felt from any teacher before, because since kinder I've been treated differently but last year was something different.

  Ma'am Elain for me is an adviser, a friend, a second mum and a comforter. To be honest on the first day of stepping into that second floor, which was the second years place made me think. How's our adviser going to be? Since, like last year I didn't really feel the student-adviser bond that much since our adviser's always too busy. I thought that this year I would like to impress our adviser but of course in a good way. I wanted to do such an act because I love the sight of teachers having their trust on me. For me, knowing that a certain teacher has given their faith and already has good expectations on you makes me really happy. But of course with all the impressing and all. I don't really intend to be like a teachers pet because I wouldn't really like to be called sip-sip or anything, though I know those kind of situations or thoughts from other students can't be help.

   Like how I would usually act, I take on responsibilities none of my classmates might take. That's how I normally perform in class. Like this third year, especially in subjects I could easily understand like English. My classmates keep on raising their hands whenever they feel like it but whenever a question pops out and only a few knows like one or two students I never hesitate to raise my hand and answer. So in that year I was like the assistant of the vice president, if  I were to rank myself; even though I'm only an auditor and I don't do much (because i don't really know how an auditor works).

   The first semester was fine and I had fun but then on the second semester; which was also at the end of fourth grading, something changed in the room. That change made me break into tears, some might say it was because I was caught doing this but it wasn't, there was a deeper meaning to it. Ma'am talked to the class about it, I just cried (just thinking of it now still makes me want to cry) there and didn't really say anything. I wouldn't say I was in the good side or bad side but all I can say is that it's life and life's full of circumstances and stuff.

   During those times, even though ma'am didn't actually spoke to me directly I knew that she was concern. Though it's not only because of that incident why I chose her. There are many times that I get along with her and I saw a bond and not just a mere teacher-student. Everything that happened last year was like a kaleidoscopic burst of emotions but in total it was fine. At least that year I have met a teacher that treated me differently and kept the class together.

  If I were to choose another teacher to place here I would but love to but we we're only allowed to place one. Though I'd like to thank all of my teachers for being here for us throughout the year and the pasts years. And to all of our advisers who had patience in guiding us.