MSS Batch 2001 made me realize

I would really like to write something about batch 2001. My problem has been the unavailability of any high school picture with them. But anyhow, and I guess it’s long overdue already to heed to the anonymous' comment on my not putting any entry on their batch.

My day 1 in teaching at MSS was in their class. I could still remember how Edelsa was actively reciting in the class on that day. My little Sister then, Dyan was one of the students. The class was so attentive. Everyone in the class would agree that it was the topic on “matter” that made the class really went crazy. They were insisting that “love” is matter. Of course, I knew it was out of the intention to make it a big deal. Well, it so became. I even made a poem to disprove their claim. When I read it before the class, they were like frenzied about it.

They were still my students when they were at second year. I taught them English II. I could still recall the superb compositions of Ciara. Even up to now, she speaks English like it is her native tongue. And oh, the name tags. “Vam Yaks” for Seneca, “Kulot” for Edelsa, was is “Osang” for Ruby? “Bong” was Christopher Lausa (complete huh!), “Ta-e” for Henry, “sister” for Juvy and the rest, I forgot already.

When they were in third year, I wasn’t given any subject for them because at the time, I focused on Science I and IV. But then, we were still that close as though they were my regular students.

Fourth year they were when I left the school in September 2000. We were so happy then and I was their Physics teacher at the time. But there was an instant when the class was in trouble when Krishna said something to me and, it made me angry. I drew a line on the board with a chalk that was strongly pressed against it. The class was quiet and I moved out. Anyhow, we patched it up and the teaching sessions went on normally.

Perhaps, it’s indeed difficult to write something about this batch because of the prolonged guilt that I have had on them – guilt that was caused by my leaving them, who were to me, precious students. The nights after I left the school were blazed with my dreams that I still was teaching at MSS. How I really wanted to turn back time. But I believe God was still in the midst despite the trouble. Now, I’m teaching in a public school but the heart of mine still has the shape of a Spinolanian.