I was one lucky daughter to be in your class.
None of my sisters was given the privilege to be your teacher.
Only me.
You even joke that day that we have the same Surname. Said we might be related. Then went to your serious face of say... "There's no family inside the classroom." Yikes! But even though you said that I truly respect it, because you were my teacher.
Being your student wasn't that easy. We got to have essays. Margins on our paper - One inch, and JMJs (Jesus, Mary, Joseph) on the upper center of our paper. To remember the Holy Family.
You were strict, caring, and always strict on scatter things. Creative on designing your classroom.
Eventhough you were strict you were much love by your students. And so do I.
You always give chance to your students who has low on recitation. Always queuing then some answers because they were too afraid to speak up.
And you being a teacher is awesome. Unlike other teachers you explain well. Which your students like me understand the lesson. So I thank you for that.
You are generous with your students. Like the food to share on PPAs (has a free day for one day and no class because of perfect attendance). Always plenty and would share to the teachers also at the end of the day.
I always admire your generosity, humbleness, and being understanding.
Thank you mom and I love you.