I can barely remember how she looked like but I can never forget how she greatly influenced the person I am now.
I met her when I was eleven years old. She had a kilowatt smile that could charge the whole nine yards. Since I was barely five feet tall then, I always looked up to her (literally and figuratively). My fascination with her started when she started giving me "Very Good!" and "Job Well Done!" compliments. Little did she know that those comments she gave me had built my self esteem and gave me self-confidence which I carry to this day.
Then, we had essay writing class. By consistently writing, she had appointed me to become a Feature Editor in our school mag. In the best handwriting contest, she had me choose between two similar handwritings. I chose the latter one. She gave me a smile, later then did I realize that I was choosing my own handwriting to be the best. After several Grade A's in formal and informal writing class, my passion for writing began.
In high school, writing became competitive. My class would ask me to represent essay writing contests but not one did I win. But her "Very Good!" and "Job Well Done!" and had kept me (on) writing. Because she had recognized my goodness in writing, it had made me earn extra income by editing and paraphrasing and writing classmates' projects. Until now, I bank my writing skills on the emails I send to my managers.
It's been a decade and two since I last saw her. I can barely remember her face but I've always remembered her.
4 comments:
umm, back in high school, our teahers would like us to stick to the things they want. and i know you were an unorthodox writer. yeah, i used to write essays to in filipino nga lang.
anyway, i will let aunty read this. hehehehehe!
Yah, I was hoping that you would let her read it.. wahehehehe.
I let Auntie read your entry about her last night. She appreciated it a lot!
glad she still remembered me nes.
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