Thursday, September 29, 2011
MY BELOVED TEACHER
I remember this well, it was raining hard, and classes were suspended. All of the children and my classmates tried to search for their nannies / guardians. Well for me I know it will be late because my mother will come to pick me up late from the office.
The rain poured harder and I can already feel the flood waters seeping through the classroom and water is now dripping from the roof.
While building a much higher ground (by stacking tables and chairs), I saw my teacher, a young pretty lady, whose pencil cut skirt are now wet with mud and trash, she has this pail where she tries to scoop down all the flood water from the room and throw it outside the garden. I also noticed that there are some books on the shelves, some are already wet at the bottom, and she is trying to save the other books.
While crying with mucus on my nose, I pulled up the edges of my pants, removed my shoes, and waded the flooded classroom. I grabbed a plastic bag and tried to scoop up the flood as fast as I could.
“It’s ok, don’t help me, just go back and wait for your parents,” she said.
She immediately hugged me. As I stopped breathing, I heard she said, “If you grow old, I know you will be a good man and hope you can change everything…”
I still cry when I remember what she said to me. I don’t know where she is now. I hope she is okay. I love you my beloved teacher. I will become a good man as you mentioned.
(Signorelli Ricci S. Santiago, Phillippines)