I studied at my early age of 5, learning on my kinder garden times.. Hmm.. lemme see.. The only thing I still remember is, that my teacher delayed my dismissal and tested my English skills. She gave me a matching type test on English-Tagalog of the days of the week
(Sunday-Monday/Linggo - Lunes). Haha, and I did the method that my friends taught me -the mini-mini minee mo method! Dunno what was the result of that exam. One more thing, that I went home on the midst of class hours because my classmates are all trippin' me. Unfortunately, that wass the exact day of the *Injection* of our class (So-called "Bakuna"). My parents wondered about my early arrival so they asked but I reasoned out -"We had an early dismissal. On the time of dismissal where I'm at my home, my teacher accompanied by my classmates went to my home! Some of my classmates knew where my house is so they must have lead my teacher the way. I'm the only remaining one who was about to be injected, all of my classmates were watching me as they wait.Then the big event, the injection scene... My eyes were all closed -ready for the incision. The doctor said "It's finished..". Nah' I didn't feel anything! Haha.. Kinder times was the beginning of my ultimate skill playing computer games. I can still recall the most popular one gadget -"Family Computer".I play Contra,
*99 lives = down left up right, B A B A select start, a cheat :)*
Mario Land, etc. I graduated successfully.
Elementary times..
I was on the 7th over 9 sections. Whew! My house was too far to my school. My parents intended it because they wanted me to be far from my friends (neighbors). They don't want me to learn such things as they do -like cutting classes ^^. If I'm not mistaken, my teacher was, Ma'am Bautista! I'm one of the known SIGAs (One who never hold back in fights; brave) on our batch XD.
Then on grade 2, I was promoted for the section 4 -improved!. I think my Mathematics skills was on the uprising stage those times that pushed me to a higher section. My teacher was Ma'am Viscara. My dad oftenly drag me to our school through a Bicycle. On the midst of this school year, I asked my dad "How about I'll go to school alone?". He allowed me. That was my first time to ride alone in a Jeepney. It was actually two rides of Jeepney to reach my school but not far enough that I pay the minimum fare each ride (P3.00 that year). I noticed that as I wait for the Jeepney to reach my school, my eyes were a bit wet but I know I am not crying. Maybe it is just a neutral feeling for a child to travel alone on his/her first time. Weeks passed, this habit of my eyes banished.
Once, I had a seatmate named Aileen. She was cute enough to make kids blush on her (I use the term kids for I am one of them :P). There was a guy named Leonardo -let's say- committed on her -because they have a crush on each other. Leo got jealous on me after Aileen admitted that she had a crush on me. Maybe some time I triggered it worse and once, his anger unleashed. He hitted me a punch so I replied some and then we exchanged harder as our temper gets higher and higher. It happened near the blackboard that made all of our classmates witnessed the clash. Our teachers never had an idea of fight scenes since no one dares to inform our terror teacher :D. As an award, both of us received the prestigious black eye. I'm a bit tensed when I'm about reach my way home because I am afraid to take my Dad's sermon and punishment as it is obvious that I had a black eye. As I reach our street, he saw the mark on my eye though I am trying to hide it. He handed my face up to see it clearly to confirm that he see a black eye on me. Tensed with his reaction, I wondered as he giggled for a second. No scolding session occured. Questions were left on my mind -"Why didn't he scold me?',"Why did he laugh on me?"- for a long time but now I can say the reasons behind those. It was part of experience XD.
Grade 3, section 4 still -I forgot the name of my teacher. One time, we had a test on English. My Father was watching me there, but i'm not in my mood to answer it so i didn't, on the reason "I don't have pencil and paper anymore" even though I do have some. My teacher informed my dad whose outside the room waiting me. My dad bought a pencil and a paper, and I was forced to answer that. I think the topic is "Singular and Plural ^^", the simple words such as basket, ball, rainbow, etc.
Grade 4, section 4 again. My teacher was Ma'am garcia, a terror teacher!! Whew' her punishment was, tapping hardly an inch diametered cylindrical wood on our hands! For many times I've experienced that heavy punishment. She recognized me because of my Math skills which is her subject, so slight less of penalties^^.I am on the place of top 7-8 those times.
Grade 5, Ma'am Santamaria, section 3! Jeez, her introduction? That she was a Lion whose about to eat us when we we're caught doing something that we musn't especially during her classes!! She was also called as one of those terror teacher, but actually, she wasn't. She was my favorite teacher -teaching English and Mathematics. She used to compete us Mathematics students. I find her quizzes "Logic" so i loved her style. I am the Top 6 on that grade.
One thing I can still recall is a scene on her quiz.
(In a form of a quiz bee -using a 1/8 illustration board)
For the final question, she asked:
"Round off to the nearest tenth the number 1999."
I know its 2000 (long explanation) so I wrote it on my board and hide it.
Minutes ago, Ma'am told us to reveal our answer. I feel more tensed after seeing we had different answers (1990, 1999, etc.). I concluded that my answer is wrong because our "Best in Math" is also in another number. Losing my confidence, I almost downed my illustration board but then Ma'am announced "2000 is the answer, who got it right?" and then my classmates pointed me. Whoa! I didn't expect my weird independent answer to be appreciated.
(Lol yeah, easy question -but not as a grade five student)
I joined the Cheering Squad Competition on that time -"Mighty" is the name of whom we were cheering for -as we scream "Go Mighty!" blah blah. We bagged the Third place.
Then the graduating stage, grade 6, on section 2!. Don't know why I am not qualified on the star section (A) except knowing that my behavior is a hindrance XD. That was the most memorable school year among all of my elementary years. There was some stupid situation that I took a punishment that was actually not for me. An unreasonable punishment that my teacher might be imprisoned doing it.
(You don't have to know what he/she did.)
Positive memory about his teaching hours:
(His is not always for boys -that bastard was a gay)
He is performing his introduction about his next topic, Ordinal Numbers.
He asked : "What is the difference between Ordinal and Counting Numbers?"
He released many words of wisdom (like "My god, no one knows? any idea?", blah blah) for about several minutes. I analyzed. I have no idea about this mysterious Ordinal Numbers because I do not take advance reading. Mind over Matter. Ordinal is an adjective and I guess the root word is "Order" so I took my guess and raised my right hand up right after he asked us If we have any idea.
I said
"Arrangement?".
"Very Good! Now..." he continues his lecture.
"Galing :D"
(Great :D)
said Ariane.
Next:
The Christmas dance competition, the most memorable one. We danced over the soundtrack "Pasko na naman" of Sexbomb! -lol. We grooved it on a swing style. Suzette was my partner. Before the awaited performance, my classmate treated me on Computer shop as we got bored while waiting for grade 6's turn. We played Counter-Strike . We arrived back a minutes late to prepare ourselves so both of us rushed on our costume and luckily, we had beat the time -the exact moment of our performance- so we were able to perform. We bagged the first place on this big event.
That was the time I started a habit on going late on coming home. The habit of chilling with my friend's house -3x further from school to my home-, Counter-strike with my friends, etc.
Then the graduation day.
We all graduated.
PS : I was one of those who we're called their parents because of not doing their assignments, on grade 5. My first "Call-Parent" Penalty.
TiL my next post, about my High-School times. Pictures of my Elementary times maybe next time if i'L have a time. Cho'ut!!
~~, Josh
(Sunday-Monday/Linggo - Lunes). Haha, and I did the method that my friends taught me -the mini-mini minee mo method! Dunno what was the result of that exam. One more thing, that I went home on the midst of class hours because my classmates are all trippin' me. Unfortunately, that wass the exact day of the *Injection* of our class (So-called "Bakuna"). My parents wondered about my early arrival so they asked but I reasoned out -"We had an early dismissal. On the time of dismissal where I'm at my home, my teacher accompanied by my classmates went to my home! Some of my classmates knew where my house is so they must have lead my teacher the way. I'm the only remaining one who was about to be injected, all of my classmates were watching me as they wait.Then the big event, the injection scene... My eyes were all closed -ready for the incision. The doctor said "It's finished..". Nah' I didn't feel anything! Haha.. Kinder times was the beginning of my ultimate skill playing computer games. I can still recall the most popular one gadget -"Family Computer".I play Contra,
*99 lives = down left up right, B A B A select start, a cheat :)*
Mario Land, etc. I graduated successfully.
Elementary times..
I was on the 7th over 9 sections. Whew! My house was too far to my school. My parents intended it because they wanted me to be far from my friends (neighbors). They don't want me to learn such things as they do -like cutting classes ^^. If I'm not mistaken, my teacher was, Ma'am Bautista! I'm one of the known SIGAs (One who never hold back in fights; brave) on our batch XD.
Then on grade 2, I was promoted for the section 4 -improved!. I think my Mathematics skills was on the uprising stage those times that pushed me to a higher section. My teacher was Ma'am Viscara. My dad oftenly drag me to our school through a Bicycle. On the midst of this school year, I asked my dad "How about I'll go to school alone?". He allowed me. That was my first time to ride alone in a Jeepney. It was actually two rides of Jeepney to reach my school but not far enough that I pay the minimum fare each ride (P3.00 that year). I noticed that as I wait for the Jeepney to reach my school, my eyes were a bit wet but I know I am not crying. Maybe it is just a neutral feeling for a child to travel alone on his/her first time. Weeks passed, this habit of my eyes banished.
Once, I had a seatmate named Aileen. She was cute enough to make kids blush on her (I use the term kids for I am one of them :P). There was a guy named Leonardo -let's say- committed on her -because they have a crush on each other. Leo got jealous on me after Aileen admitted that she had a crush on me. Maybe some time I triggered it worse and once, his anger unleashed. He hitted me a punch so I replied some and then we exchanged harder as our temper gets higher and higher. It happened near the blackboard that made all of our classmates witnessed the clash. Our teachers never had an idea of fight scenes since no one dares to inform our terror teacher :D. As an award, both of us received the prestigious black eye. I'm a bit tensed when I'm about reach my way home because I am afraid to take my Dad's sermon and punishment as it is obvious that I had a black eye. As I reach our street, he saw the mark on my eye though I am trying to hide it. He handed my face up to see it clearly to confirm that he see a black eye on me. Tensed with his reaction, I wondered as he giggled for a second. No scolding session occured. Questions were left on my mind -"Why didn't he scold me?',"Why did he laugh on me?"- for a long time but now I can say the reasons behind those. It was part of experience XD.
Grade 3, section 4 still -I forgot the name of my teacher. One time, we had a test on English. My Father was watching me there, but i'm not in my mood to answer it so i didn't, on the reason "I don't have pencil and paper anymore" even though I do have some. My teacher informed my dad whose outside the room waiting me. My dad bought a pencil and a paper, and I was forced to answer that. I think the topic is "Singular and Plural ^^", the simple words such as basket, ball, rainbow, etc.
Grade 4, section 4 again. My teacher was Ma'am garcia, a terror teacher!! Whew' her punishment was, tapping hardly an inch diametered cylindrical wood on our hands! For many times I've experienced that heavy punishment. She recognized me because of my Math skills which is her subject, so slight less of penalties^^.I am on the place of top 7-8 those times.
Grade 5, Ma'am Santamaria, section 3! Jeez, her introduction? That she was a Lion whose about to eat us when we we're caught doing something that we musn't especially during her classes!! She was also called as one of those terror teacher, but actually, she wasn't. She was my favorite teacher -teaching English and Mathematics. She used to compete us Mathematics students. I find her quizzes "Logic" so i loved her style. I am the Top 6 on that grade.
One thing I can still recall is a scene on her quiz.
(In a form of a quiz bee -using a 1/8 illustration board)
For the final question, she asked:
"Round off to the nearest tenth the number 1999."
I know its 2000 (long explanation) so I wrote it on my board and hide it.
Minutes ago, Ma'am told us to reveal our answer. I feel more tensed after seeing we had different answers (1990, 1999, etc.). I concluded that my answer is wrong because our "Best in Math" is also in another number. Losing my confidence, I almost downed my illustration board but then Ma'am announced "2000 is the answer, who got it right?" and then my classmates pointed me. Whoa! I didn't expect my weird independent answer to be appreciated.
(Lol yeah, easy question -but not as a grade five student)
I joined the Cheering Squad Competition on that time -"Mighty" is the name of whom we were cheering for -as we scream "Go Mighty!" blah blah. We bagged the Third place.
Then the graduating stage, grade 6, on section 2!. Don't know why I am not qualified on the star section (A) except knowing that my behavior is a hindrance XD. That was the most memorable school year among all of my elementary years. There was some stupid situation that I took a punishment that was actually not for me. An unreasonable punishment that my teacher might be imprisoned doing it.
(You don't have to know what he/she did.)
Positive memory about his teaching hours:
(His is not always for boys -that bastard was a gay)
He is performing his introduction about his next topic, Ordinal Numbers.
He asked : "What is the difference between Ordinal and Counting Numbers?"
He released many words of wisdom (like "My god, no one knows? any idea?", blah blah) for about several minutes. I analyzed. I have no idea about this mysterious Ordinal Numbers because I do not take advance reading. Mind over Matter. Ordinal is an adjective and I guess the root word is "Order" so I took my guess and raised my right hand up right after he asked us If we have any idea.
I said
"Arrangement?".
"Very Good! Now..." he continues his lecture.
"Galing :D"
(Great :D)
said Ariane.
Next:
The Christmas dance competition, the most memorable one. We danced over the soundtrack "Pasko na naman" of Sexbomb! -lol. We grooved it on a swing style. Suzette was my partner. Before the awaited performance, my classmate treated me on Computer shop as we got bored while waiting for grade 6's turn. We played Counter-Strike . We arrived back a minutes late to prepare ourselves so both of us rushed on our costume and luckily, we had beat the time -the exact moment of our performance- so we were able to perform. We bagged the first place on this big event.
That was the time I started a habit on going late on coming home. The habit of chilling with my friend's house -3x further from school to my home-, Counter-strike with my friends, etc.
Then the graduation day.
We all graduated.
PS : I was one of those who we're called their parents because of not doing their assignments, on grade 5. My first "Call-Parent" Penalty.
TiL my next post, about my High-School times. Pictures of my Elementary times maybe next time if i'L have a time. Cho'ut!!
~~, Josh
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