I was a small town girl and had a few memories of the
grandiose light displays of a city particularly on Christmases. It was a
turnabout when I get to pursue college in a suburban and escaping to the city
was a fifteen-minute away ride. Having been gone to a classmate’s place for a
fix of group homework late past seven in the evening, I caught SM-Baguio
lighted in its Christmas theme. Said my friend if we could drop by to check for
the holiday’s on-sale. To her courtesy, I somehow had treats of shakes up to
the shivering and all those goose-bumps. To melt away our chilling, my friend
and I trodded up and down the stairs. The number of people threading in and out
for the season covered our monotonous twosome trip for over an hour. I could
have paid for her next season’s shakes should she took a longer year degree
course. Malling is not at all that emptying your wallets out. On Christmas
breaks with extra bills from our parents, I bring my siblings and get our legs
walking aimlessly around the mall. When our eyes tire out on the displays from
store to store, we have ourselves ice cream at the veranda. SM-Baguio has that
veranda as our favorite nook where we squat, giggle and sometimes roll our
laughters. There we flash our cameras until we get our perfect poses.
For today’s sake of celebrating teachers, let me get down my memory lane circa 1994. Ms. Florida Dao-ines was my grade 1 teacher in the then Kayan Community School. I thanked that I was bit of a reader so I was spared from her famed stick. Of course, my hearing wasn’t excused of her voice harping on the day’s if not yesterday’s lesson. Oh, I could see her small figure with her short curly hairdo passing by my grandparents’ place because she used to visit her brother on the next house. Ms. Dao-ines taught us room maintenance the organic way— scrub off graffiti on wooden desks with sandpaper tree leaves, sweep off dirt, whip the floor with banana leaves and finish it off with coconut husk. On my second year with my grandparents going as second grader, I had Teacher Jeaneth Juan. She was my first troop leader in GSP and Agadangan became a vivid memory of the Scout Movement. Enamored with her not-so-strict classroom bearing, my classmates and I were saddened when on...
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