In
every year, there have been new challenges that we face every now and then.
Some might be easy, some might be tough, yet we still need to conquer them all.
This year, our 3rd year days, have not been an exception.
Every
now and then, we ask ourselves what we were doing. Sometimes, we don’t have a
clue on what we should have done, or what we should never do but how could we
learn and take a step forward if we would be hindered by different
possibilities? By chances? How could we learn if we’re afraid to try? How could
we improve if we would just sit back and don’t do anything? There’s no way
around, and that’s what have been thought.
Being
spoon-fed by teachers is just like inability to move themselves. If us, students,
couldn’t learn alone, then, we wouldn’t learn how to be better people that
could help our society. Spoon-feeding is the total opposite of our classes,
especially in English. They teach us, yet we learn ourselves. Even if they
leave us, we know what to do.
Everything
has basically changed because of this year and this year’s teachers. It’s not
that I wanted to compare them but you could definitely see the difference in
diligence, generally.
Before,
English was just like a burden for me. It was some sort of additional projects,
additional one hour of classes, since elementary. It’s not that I hated
English, it’s just that I can’t find myself liking, nevertheless loving, the
subject. But everything has changed right now.
I
have learned a lot of things, and most would be treasured. I have experienced a
lot of hardships and surpassed them all. Most of the things were enjoyed, even
though they should be worked hard for. This third year, especially English III,
is one of the best, if not the best, is one of the best I’ve ever experienced.
Memories
would last forever and English III had given me a lot. Those speech activities
that took the efforts of our group were so memorable. The jazz chant, the
recital of the Passionate Shepherd to his Love and the Nymph’s Reply to the
Shepherd, the conventional speech choir and the individual recital of the
oration, were all done. It took effort, but of course, all of those weren’t
wasted.
Memories
would last and would be cherished forever, just like how English III,
especially Ma’am May, would be in my heart. All the lessons taught, either
intellectually, emotionally, or morally, would be kept inside my mind, and of
course, my mind.
