This is indeed a say day for me.. another good person has died today.. Another person who did more good on this earth more than anyone that I have known. Indeed we were not close. Indeed he did not know me on a personal level and vice versa. But one thing is for sure...he has seen through me when I was in highschool and believed in me, when everyone around me did not.
Sir Morfe, was my teacher in Trigonometry way back when I was in 2nd year highschool. He is notorious for being a disciplinarian and the number one enemy of the 'cutting classes' kids out there. There was one time where he personally went inside an internet shop to find my classmates in there playing Counter Strike.. One this if for sure the 'Prefect of Discipline' office was full to roof on that day. =) He is also one of those teachers who will instantly reprimand a student for not following my School's policy. And yes...who could forget that he will suddenly appear out of nowhere and CUT a whopping part of your hair so that you'll be forced to have it cut according to the school's policy. Even though we branded him as a 'terrorist' there is still about him that make us respect him.. bot because of his hard-line disciplinary actions..but because of his great method of teaching... during those days.. Trigonometry is a big deal..believe me A LOT has flunked that subject or got himself kicked out of our school.. but even if 'trigo' is a death subject and it really whacked the hell out of my brain.. I always 'GET' it..when he teach it.. he is an excellent educator not just reason for that he can communicate the subject thought to all students..but he also displays Authority, Equality and Respect....He RESPECTS the students.. he treats us as Adults....he is FAIR to all of us.. and have this scheme of draw lots whenever asking us to solve a problem... and the BEST of all he KNOWS who his students. Somehow he can pierce through our 'testosterone' layers and bring out the adults within us.
This period is the most turbulent in my adolescent life. I should say that this year is the lowest of the low...when I was contented of treating and seeing myself as a livestock.. a disposable domesticated pig. Therefore I do not have much memories of that year..though ONE memory remains...I remember walking on a hallway on the way to God knows where..when Sir Morfe walked by and said to me.."Matalino ka naman pala eh.. tamad nga lang!.." (with a most delighted smile on his face..).and you know what? I smiled too... finally I thought that someone believes in me.....when I don't believe in myself. I smiled in that day..and I smile everytime I remember it.. just like I do now..
Again, Thank you Prof. Morfe...someday, I will be a Teacher like you.
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