You'll Find A Way
There is one thing that prevents me from being happy that school is finally over.
It's Ms. Molave.
She's retiring this year, and..everyone knew that, but..none of us are really ready for her to leave.
That's what I think, anyway..
I remember seriously not caring/hating about her during the middle of the school year, because of the most petty things. But when the final bell rang earlier today, I was just a pathetic lump of patheticness.
I was crying so hard. Even looking at her made me sob. Liang was holding my head and things like that.
"Liang," I said. "I don't want her to go... Liang, don't make her go.."
And damn, it's just so bad. I couldn't stop.. haha.
It was a mix of laughing and wanting to be happy for her and celebrate her decades-long job of being a marvelous and patient teacher..but I was crying. Ugh.
I was crying when the KOMU members sang "You Raise Me Up" to her. I was crying when we, II-3, the Molavers (lol wtf--Max is so lame!), showed her our video presentation, where Danica was secretly recording Ms. Molave talking about values, and how to get things done as mature adults. I was crying when I saw her cry.
Damnit damnit damnit.
I know I haven't done enough for that woman.
I seriously haven't.
And I don't know.. I don't regret what I've done, but..I regret not having done anything.
We love you Ms. Molave!
Thank you for being a mother to us.
..please accept our petition for block sections... :D
Hindi ka namin kakalimutan.
We will see you soon.
Molavers, AWU AWU AWU. :))