My Teacher ; My Hero

We find teachers intimidating and strict. A piece of Wikipedia also says:

        And for most students, teachers are heroes.


                           Once, on my way home, I used to wait for my friends from the other section to fix their things and stuff. I stayed in the front of our HE Room because my friend, Joyce was still inside. I was with another friend of mine that time when Ms. Pareja passed by. If I'm going to have a survey, these must be the traits student would answer if I ask them how is Ms. Pareja during class: Strict, serious, SCARY. Well, I know. I admit. When I was in my first year, I really hated her subject. (Woo. It's true. Most of my batchmates, actually.) And some, hated her. (PLEASE. I'm not one of them.) So back to the story, as Ms. Pareja passed by, I greeted her and she smiled then she went nearer and I gave her a slight hug. She then approached me and asked questions about my grades and told me that she heard a news that I got another low grade. She asked the subject. I answered Chemistry and Physics. She laughed a bit, an encouraging laugh and said that those are just easy. I smiled, too and said, "Yes Ma'am. It really is. *blah blah.*" Then she asked me if I have a boyfriend, and I said a big "NO" to her. Joyce then joined in and said that I have a boyfriend from Korea. The great teacher laughed again and said in a serious, concerned voice, "You mustn't be trying hard." I answered, "Ma'am, I'm trying my best, but I think teachers find it nowhere." (I changed some words because the original one might cause some misunderstanding. BUT, I didn't say anything bad. Believe me. LOL.) Then tears started to fall from my eyes.  She laughed again and ignored my tears and say, "If there's a problem, I'm in the Science LAB." I was like "KQNGFAKFLHNAKLAHRGJAK;LSDGRALSGFADGSDGLSGJJAL;GJNMVERIOSTGUJAE[AEGJ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" inside. I answered, "Yes, Ma'am. Thank you." Then she left.


                  I can't explain how she touched my heart. But knowing Ms. Pareja, who's a very great teacher, and someone who really is respected even by your scary teachers, and the fact that she almost spent all her life to teach and touch hearts, I can say that it's a great pleasure to hug her, and cry on her care. (Wow words.) I was inspired to do harder that day, though my picking-up skills are really slow and I forget easily the formulas. And even though she said that she's just in a Science LAB if I have a problem, I can't face her. :DD I know that it's my fault for not trying harder and harder. But I'm hoping that someday, I can still meet up with her, and tell her that she's one of the main reasons why I tried hard and got success in my hands.


                I believe that if you won't do your best within your 10 years of studying, you will suffer for the next 50 years or more. So to all teachers, thank you for saving us from that near 50 years of our lives. We are playful, lazy and noisy and we know that it annoys you at some time, and we're sorry if we make you feel unappreciated by not getting the answers right. Please don't be so intimidating sometimes. :) Thank you for worrying about us if we don't understand the lesson very well though it's all our fault and we don't deserve your concern, because you are super heroes. :) HAPPY TEACHERS' DAY TO YOU ALL! :***** Much love.

The Comedy of Errors (Lol what?)

            The play 'Comedy of Errors' by William Shakespeare - is, ofcourse a comedy. Several days ago, my classmates discussed the characters, the plot and everything. My classmates were all good, honestly. But because of the names, it was really confusing, since I'm not really familiar with the language, and how people lived like in the year it was played. And I actually realized how Shakespeare wrote his plays, well, in his own unique way. But it won't change the fact that it was really confusing.

             Uh, so that's all I could really say. I was confused by the characters itself and I wasn't able to finish the discussion. So, hehehehehehe. :DD

TGTNCAE: Thank Goodness There's NCAE

                  A science-inclined student, is usually known for being well trained, and preparedness for new challenges and stages that will soon grab you without knowing clearly. Recently, we had our National Career Assessment Examination, or basically, NCAE. Our adviser told us to calm down for it will help you a lot in choosing your future course, or what you really want to do for the next 50 years of your life. I was thinking about it too much, that I dreamed about it the night before the day of exam. (So, I forgot the dream already. Sorry.)

                  I was looking forward to the final part of the exam, the 200-item test. It's composed of lots of letters S and O. I forgot how it was cold. But I realized while taking the exam that I like radio commentating, cosmetics, though I put lots of "Not At All" or letter D, in the questions. I found some questions funny, too, because I imagined myself doing such things. Eeeeww, those acts would be really awkward if I'll be the one to do it. I'm still thankful that the NCAE had an effect to me, because I personally thought I'll never know what I really want, because I do want EVERYTHING! Thank goodness. Lol.

To be or not to be

To be or not to be, that is the question

Lots of choices, lots of misconceptions

Of all the people to trust

Why, oh why? Do I know you?

To be or not to be, like life or death

I won't do this, many will suffer.

I'll do this, and I won't be able to face the world

Whatever it is, still your choice

To be or not to be, like trees in forbidden forests

To be your friend, to be a stranger

To believe you, or to be someone else

Someone you'll love, someone you'll believe

Speak now or forever hold your peace.

                Language. It has been a part of you for almost, you know, the rest of your life. Imagine how boring life could be, if language didn't exist at all. And I realized, it feels good to have your own language. I mean, look, if you know you're a good speaker of a language billions of people in other parts of Earth do not understand, that's just awesome! I can prove it myself because I feel the same towards Korean people. -.- But for me who gets curious about every little thing, it's cool to know lots of language. I actually, study Korean and German, and looking forward to Mandarin, Cantonese and Vietnamese next year. Hnnnng. Still,  there's this one thing I'm really proud about. It's with me everywhere I go. My good English. (Well, I'm not saying I'm good. But I speak good English and my WHOLE family are like ASDFGHJKL, go marry an American guy. Eh-eh-eh-eh.)

               My father once said to my younger brother, "If you couldn't be good in any subject, do your best in English. It will help you for the rest of your life." (Mind you, he didn't tell me anything about that. HAHAHA.) English is the language everyone use to communicate to anyone in any country, in any part of the world, except for the penguins and polar bears who live like someone in their planets. And for me who loves Language subjects better than recess, being pretty good in English will help me out on enhancing, even if I'm just studying on my own. I will be someone who won't be afraid to speak my mind, use the clean, correct words and touch people's heart.

넌 나의 남편. 정말 사랑해. 아라써?!

이현우 <33333

Intramural 2012

                 

           Yay. So finally, we had our intramural, or 'intrams' as what most of us students call it. Sports, chess, sack race, tug of war, and a 'beauty contest' I honestly I do not know how is that term spelled, but we had a contest, where in a male and a female will represent each year level. Actually, none of our representatives won. Also, we had a mass demo, by year level, and ours was produced by our fellow batch mates, and if I'm not mistaken, by our class adviser as well. Awww! Ever supportive. We didn't win either. And I won't speak a word about it. :D That would be safer. I was with the group Nine-G, (Wow.), actually our group, composed of nine girls of course! Three from 9G joined chess, two joined basketball, Allysa Mae and I joined tug of war (But, we left. Or I was asked to leave, and Allysa purposely left, asdfghjkl.) One joined volleyball and one stayed in the cheer leading portion. When it was one's turn to play, we had this chant made by our ultimate KPOP group called Girls' Generation, I felt so funny about it, and glad as well. I saw in us the bond that you won't see in other groups, or friends. Support, cheer, smiles, laughs, encouragement and everything. I loved the way we stalked each other when it's already their turn to play, we screamed, shouted and cheered for them all the way. Just remembering those makes me smile until now.

          Since it was a school activity, of course I couldn't just stay with my girls, of course I got to be away for a while. Basketball. It's like the main game every year. Everyone's anticipating to watch every move the players will make, though basketball girls is just like a *insert your little description here* and the basketball boys, will unexpectedly rock the whole campus. Bayerns versus Chelsea. We're Bayerns and they're Chelsea. The referee whistles and THERE. The game had started. I got my 9G beside me, in the middle of bunches of third years, too. My bestfriend cheered so hard, yelling every player's name though she doesn't actually know them personally. Everyone cheered. We prepared banners and everything we could offer, well personally for Kat and Tin, two members of 9G. (Lol. Told you, we are super doodle supportive. :D) I smiled, remembering the memories I experienced. That moment when I cried in Joyce's back because of what happened in the Tug of War and how everyone comforted me. And the 9 of us, doing the chant "Jigumeun So Nyuh Shi Dae!"  before anyone of us need to play already. And how the third years cheered, had that one voice and goal; to win, to have fun. Realizing how much I've enjoyed this intramural, it's still better than having free goodies from the canteen for a week. I'm not athletic though. I'm not a player. I'm not a gamer. I just loved it, seeing the whole campus as one.

Secret Greetings

             He would call me 'Derp' or 'Squid'  and I'll frown for a little while and he'd mess my hair. And I know he's pretty sure I'm already okay. Sometimes, in school, he'll block me from going inside my room, just to ask me, "Can I help you with your things?" After school, we'd go to some restaurants together, and buy me lots of food, and parfait. We wouldn't care if we'll go home late. We'd stay in the baseball field in our school again for some minutes, and talk about superfluous things. We'd race all around the field, and who ever gets first to the starting line, would guzzle those expensive drinks we both bought. I won once, but he didn't let me drink his. Stupid. -.- I love him, and I love it. During weekends, we'd go to the park. I won't forget to bring my sketch pad and pen, and he'll bring his phone and headset. We'll seat together in a bench, I'll draw anything I see, while he sings any song from his phone, mostly ballads. It's not bad at all, he sings from his diaphragm, he has this song conveyance, I bet he offer every song he sings for someone. I looked at him once while sketching and he was closing his eyes. I started to sketch the figure of his face and his pointed nose then he suddenly woke up and saw mine. I panicked and said, "Uh, I want to draw anime." So I drew those pointed hair and cool eyes. There was this one time that he boycotted a tryst with his friends because it was my birthday.  I wasn't happy about it. In fact, I was scared that his friends might get mad. During rainy days, he would get me out of my room and we'll run outside the house, and we would play with mud and scream out loud as if rains only happen once. "Babushka." He'd say a smile when we got to part ways in school, meaning 'goodbye' or what. And so I told my friends, babushka. When I talk about Kpop, he'll have that vacuous expression on his face. But, he's continuously handsome, just like the waves of the ocean, it wouldn't stop. He hated rambunctious areas, but managed to deal with it when he reached high school. He was a heartthrob. And honestly, I was jealous and worried he would forget about me and stop hanging around with me. He didn't do that, of course he wouldn't.


               Being a younger friend, he treated me like a little sister, just as how he treated his consanguineous siblings. Students in the campus often misunderstand us for being so close. I always get bullied actually. Some girls would show me a picture of an epitaph, with my name inscribed on it, with blood as well. He's punctilious, very exact on everything he says. That's why people around him get easily hurt and think he's a snob and a bully. Once I felt like shrinking and disappearing because of what some mean girls said about me, he said obnoxious things about them, how they look, how they speak and everything. Hng. Indeed his tongue is like a haft, it's not yet hurtful but makes people collapse to death. Remembering all those thoughts and memories, his silent death cursed my heart again. He'd been so quiet and we weren't able to talk. I regret everything, I surely do, including that truth that I loved him. And it's hurting me until now, because I still love him. I wonder if he knew. I wonder if he shared the same thoughts as mine. Appease his soul. This ephebe whom  I shared almost a part of my lifetime.