By Jezka S.
Celebrities, athletes, politicians... they are usually the ones who we consider to be our role model. They are the ones who inspire us to become someone someday. Because of their success and happiness in life, it is inevitable that we admire them. But my role model isn’t a celebrity, an athlete, or even a politician.
When I was a senior in Espiritu Santo Parochial School, I was pretty messed up. I was the President of the Student Council, but I wasn’t acting like one. I was very outspoken. I thought that all of my actions were reasonable. It even came to a point where I had a conflict with my adviser and English teacher, Mrs. Rizardo.
I didn’t agree with the way she handled our class and I honestly thought that we’d be better off without her. I was really hard-headed back then and I didn’t pay attention to what others have to say. I thought that I was very great in English and that I knew better than her. But obviously, I don’t and it just shows how stupid I am, to even think that in the first place, and compare myself to a teacher, such as herself. The great thing about her was that she didn’t give up on us, especially on me. Even though it was only her first year teaching in that school, she showed this kind passion that I haven’t seen in my past teachers before. She was beautiful, both inside and out.
So when I was asked who my role model in life was, I instantly thought of her.
I decided to go back to my alma mater and interview her. I wasn’t able to inform her about the interview beforehand, so she was taken by surprise when I got there. She was still in the same faculty room as she was two years ago. It felt like I was walking down memory lane.
The first thing that I asked her was that if she was happy being a teacher. And of course, she answered yes. She said that she always look forward to another day of molding young minds. It was her passion in teaching that makes every...