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IF I'll come back in the wonderful memories I am studying cosco elementary, distinguished the memories I have of my teacher, Mrs.. Rebecca Gerona. He was my teacher when I was in 4th grade I.
I know because, linked from first through third grade at San Joaquin Elementary School really cosco dull my brain. I obtuse ipinakakabesado pagkakabesado of my teachers. Always idinidikdik my teachers there that I'm really weak. The period of my studies there, I'm gone in Row 3 with my other classmates and stupid even snivel cosco like me. So this perspective the self I carried on I switch Muzon Elementary School (Elementary School Benito Nieto now) to San Jose del Monte, Bulacan.
Besides excellence in teaching, I saw one being mother to me Mrs. Gerona. I really forsaken or neglected child so many days that I do not have a widow food. At lunch time, with his three beautiful daughters who are also students at that school, I am with them. When I think about it now, I'm consumed with shame. cosco As my face became so dense that you partake on Mrs. penetration. Gerona?
I also not forget on me include Mrs. Gerona in Santa Maria pinakabayan that we consider. We go on a sailing, I took a little card and I assume it's Mrs. bibilin. Gerona for me. We ate arroz Caldo adjacent cafe. Back and home, I took up the passenger jeep.
So it's Mrs. favor. cosco Gerona who inspired me to be diligent and patient in the study. I am ashamed of him. So I thought napakaimposible became possible. Were involved than I was in the top ten of our class.
But really helped me to trust the self-selected him to be one of three students to recite poems a poem in English. The winner who entered in another school. I second the winners. I inclusion laying proved to me that I turned in long-Row 3 only.
Entry and return, I always nadaraan good home Mrs. Gerona. On Saturdays when there is need to carry out training, he pulls me along with my other classmates cosco in their home. Feeds his delicious spaghetti. Became open his home to us. We also climb the guava tree in front of his house when fruit thrives.
And I am in Grade 6, an easy day for me haste nabanlian hot water that I translated into telmos. That day that pitted our section at the Central School for table "Why Women wash the dishes?" I am performing basic personnel man. Flayed my stomach. I still attended and Mrs.. Gerona though he's not my teacher put a drug in my stomach nalapnos. We won first place.
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