im so homesick for a person i will never see again, im so homesick for a place i will never be ....
when ever i look back on my childhood.
I think of long lazy drifting day of spps.
itchy wool shirts and high collar shirts.
the faint smell of glue that hung in the air, and lessons i never learned.
its funny, i could never retain much of my school lessons
but how my teachers characters were is as fresh on my mind as if it happened
only but yesterday. Mrs. duran how she smelt of chalk and cookies,
how Mrs. Brady never wore deoderant, or never did her hair.
how Mr. forthun always was too nice and atleast one of his button
on his shirt was always coming un-done...
or how Mrs. Valencia who never smelled of oranges...i could always tell
just how old i was getting by how much more purple her hair would get every
year.....
I knew i was late for church on wednsday mornings cause i would get stuck sitting next to her and her breathe could put a dragon to shame.
How she always prefered the filipinos to do the readings. on that un-lucky of days...i even remember her over zealous attitutde for the roseary.....
i had never prayed as much or kneeled as much as i did my 6th grade year....she helped me appriciate my faith in ways i have yet to discover still....how she always was in charge of the talent show...and no matter what kaliedidscope 2000 story line would start out as the main character always ened up taking on the priest or nun role in life.....
her undaunting faith...was admirable if not a annoying at times....
how she held up the peace sign to say i love you be quiet.....
how she always walked with me during brakes so we could exercise.....
she was a good teacher....many lives that will never be touched by her odd and gentle ways.....she became what she admired most.....a martyr......how precious she was to us all...and how fortunate i was to have her as my teacher, mine....and how utterly heart braking it is to loose her....
she will always be missed in my heart, my mind, but most importantly my soul...feels the loss most accutely than anything else.....
I think of long lazy drifting day of spps.
itchy wool shirts and high collar shirts.
the faint smell of glue that hung in the air, and lessons i never learned.
its funny, i could never retain much of my school lessons
but how my teachers characters were is as fresh on my mind as if it happened
only but yesterday. Mrs. duran how she smelt of chalk and cookies,
how Mrs. Brady never wore deoderant, or never did her hair.
how Mr. forthun always was too nice and atleast one of his button
on his shirt was always coming un-done...
or how Mrs. Valencia who never smelled of oranges...i could always tell
just how old i was getting by how much more purple her hair would get every
year.....
I knew i was late for church on wednsday mornings cause i would get stuck sitting next to her and her breathe could put a dragon to shame.
How she always prefered the filipinos to do the readings. on that un-lucky of days...i even remember her over zealous attitutde for the roseary.....
i had never prayed as much or kneeled as much as i did my 6th grade year....she helped me appriciate my faith in ways i have yet to discover still....how she always was in charge of the talent show...and no matter what kaliedidscope 2000 story line would start out as the main character always ened up taking on the priest or nun role in life.....
her undaunting faith...was admirable if not a annoying at times....
how she held up the peace sign to say i love you be quiet.....
how she always walked with me during brakes so we could exercise.....
she was a good teacher....many lives that will never be touched by her odd and gentle ways.....she became what she admired most.....a martyr......how precious she was to us all...and how fortunate i was to have her as my teacher, mine....and how utterly heart braking it is to loose her....
she will always be missed in my heart, my mind, but most importantly my soul...feels the loss most accutely than anything else.....