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Prologue: Unique Admiration
It is December 12 in the present. Call me Alex for now. This just occurred 3 months ago... I'm sure that I have never felt this way before to someone i considered as a mentor. This person whom I started thinking about since the start of our second semester in our subject in school, called T.H.E.
I love art and this was the subject that contains it. I was famous in school because of my realistic drawings and designs. Most of the people I share my interest in art with respect and admire me for that. It all started when I watched Animes in the television when I was still in pre school. I drew a lot of works and collected a lot of coloring and papers that I can use to fill up the spaces because of my habit of doodling and sketching. Right now, I never knew I would come to love it and become a very good artist. I knew I had the potential, but even if I got high grades in the art category, I never experienced a teacher coming to me so she could tell how good I was during grade school times. Because of that, I thought that maybe, I'm not as good as my friends and I thought I was. This somehow lead me to practicing. I never had a time to attend art lessons since I don't really mean to be a professional artist or so... I will just leave everything to the next 2 years me.
June 10 first day of school started. Just last summer I did nothing but buy sketch pads and mechanical pencils and branded Stabilo art materials from the book store. June 16 2008, I met Ms.Vinarao, our 1st year High School Art teacher. I admired her beauty, character and her background in art. She is a very good graphic designer and a sweet person fit for my ideal art teacher. Her smile unlike the past art teachers I had, was the only one who motivated me even more. Her face made me think everything was beautiful and it made me realize a very big life lesson. It helped me to improve my visualizing skills and how I look at objects that exist in this world. I got consecutive perfect scores on my projects every meeting.
A miracle happened to me. I was glad when I turned 14 on July the 21st. I wished that it would be nice if Ms. VInarao would still be my teacher for the next three years of my high school. It was just a wish though. I knew she won't be my teacher next year anymore so I wanted to value the time during art classes with my favorite teacher.
September the 16th 2008, the air changed. I saw Ms. Vinarao looking as if she was sad and disappointed. Before I knew it, my classmate announced to the whole class what Ms. Vinarao will say.
I knew it was bad news. Just feeling the air and watching the sight of my cherished teacher, I knew that the future might be something different.
" I am to change the year level that I am teaching to a higher level"
she bravely and straightforwardly said. I felt my feet shaking, my eyes watering, my cheek wrinkling. This cannot be.
Who would replace you? Is she someone like you? That can't be possible? Why so sudden? It's so unfair... Why do you need to change levels when... a freshman like me needed you the most...?
That night I dreamed about telling God how unfair he was, but I felt Him embracing me, saying "Be strong my daughter, you must explore an unknown part of your life once again... Who knows, it might be something even more precious than that of Ms. Vinarao's time with you." and i said "I think so too." but I know secretly, God knows I actually thought what he said might be impossible, and that no one can ever replace HER.
September 23, after I gave Ms. Vinarao my farewell gift, a drawing of her and me, painting with a perfect smile and an overwhelming spirit of inspiration, I told her everything that she had taught me and how grateful I was. I told her that even though the next teacher would be like her, that person can never take away my admiration for her.
5 minutes later we were all silently waiting for the next teacher who will "substitute" our "original" and "forever" will be art teacher. I was mad. I don't know why I blamed our new teacher for my sadness. All i thought about was things like "you think we will like you like how much we love miss Vinarao?"; " You dare replace her..." and like " give me a break, I won't do well in art, and i won't ever talk to you! you fa-
I came back to reality after Ms. Vinarao called our attention. I was nervous because I had the very clue that "she" was already here. She dares to step on our classroom floor?
"meet your new art teahcer for the 2nd semester..." she was pointing at the door where "she" will enter. After 2.3 seconds, I can already hear "her" foot steps, but i still didn't see "her" because I had my eyes closd and that my face was looking down. It was just too much for me take. Darn it. How come I don't hear even the smallest reaction that my classmates can do?! Why?! Is "she" that beautiful as Ms. vinarao? attractive as her?
I was too impatient so I slowly opening my eyes and lifting my head up to take a look at the suspicious new teacher. So she've come to make a good 1st impression huh?
I had my anguish face ready. I will make sure she will-
My mind stopped babbling. It was all because I saw HER... ?!
This is just the start of her search for her ideal art teacher!!!! heart
 red_fallenangel_blue · Fri Dec 12, 2008 @ 03:53pm · 0 Comments |
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