Monday, September 17, 2012

My Teacher, My Hero

“My Teacher, My Hero”

         
         There are countless definitions of heroes in our world today. A hero is someone noted and remembered for feats of courage or nobility of purpose, especially one who has sacrificed his or her own life for the sake of many. When people say hero, they usually think of cartoon characters like Superman, Wonder woman, Spiderman, Batman and more. But as far as I know, everyone can be a hero. Every individual is considered to be a hero just by simply helping others in their own simple ways. But what really makes a person a true hero?
 “Every teacher is a Hero.” They are the mirror of a great and a true hero. They are the ones who serve as our second parents in school. They play an important and a vital role in molding us students to shift into a better person. As far as I know, being a teacher is very difficult. It is really stressful and frustrating to teach and to discipline us students with different attitudes and behavior. Sometimes, they are scolding us but it is just their responsibility; to discipline us students and to provide us a better quality of education. It is indeed a big responsibility on their part as a teacher but they are not forgetting those. They are not just going to school to sit there, do nothing and wait for their salary but they are always there, willing to teach us the knowledge and education we are aiming for. They spend their precious time for us bearing all the hardships in teaching us students.
 Unlike others, I appreciate all the hardships and sacrifices of our teachers. Without them, I could not attain the kind of education that I have now. Without them, I would not become a better person of this challenging world. Above all, they are my inspiration to live life to the fullest. I would not forget those memories that I have with them; the lessons that I have learned from them and most especially, the love and care that they had given and shared to us students.



Wednesday, September 5, 2012

Modern Hero


“The Wonder Woman of my Life”

        A hero is indeed a person of distinguished courage or ability, admired for his brave deeds and noble qualities. A hero is a person, who in the opinion of others, have heroic qualities or has performed a heroic act and is regarded as a model or ideal. I believe every one of us has his/her hero in life. A person who completes the missing pieces in our lives; a person whom we consider the best and the greatest hero of our lives. Just like everyone does, I do have a hero in my life which I consider “the best among the rest.”
        “Mothers know best.” When problems arise, I always run to my mother. Even in the times that I feel my friends’ suggestions are not comforting enough to calm my doubting nerves, I turn to my mother to put to rest all my anxieties. I never knew she babysat on me until my age of understanding. My mother was my ultimate babysitter, feeding me when I start crying my lungs out, or singing to me even if I woke up the entire neighborhood at two in the morning. When there was no one to turn to, when I was too shy to tell my peers about a love interest or an academic failure, it was my mother who knew all about it first-hand. I frankly and honestly tell to my mother everything, from deliciously wicked neighborhood gossip to distressingly worrisome personal problems. When it comes on making decisions in life, mother would make sure there were no glitches and hitches to the outcome. She would actually contradict my premises and conclusions, but that’s because she wanted to purify my intentions and inclinations. “My mother is my number one fan.” This is still true even now that I am already a grown-up teenage girl. Back in my elementary years when I was joining in different contests, my mother was there, waving her arms as I took to the stage. Mothers are really like that: proud of their children’s accomplishments and skills. In these times when people are more inclined to find fault than accept assets, it is heartening to know that our mothers are there to believe in us.
        Our mothers accompanied us in our important moments: the first day of school, the first visit to the dentist, the first stage appearance, the first communion, and more. For them, it felt splendid to see their children take life one step further. It may be an emotional moment for them but no one can say it was sappy. Those instances were their harvests-results of the seeds of love and care they planted early in our lives. So . . . . I am very proud to say that, "My Mother is my Hero."
       

  
          

Tuesday, September 4, 2012

Tatag ng Wikang Filipino, Lakas Pagka-Pilipino



“Tatag ng Wikang Filipino, 
Lakas Pagka-Pilipino

Language is always tied up to one’s culture and of course, his/her identity. As a people, the Filipinos have extensively adapted and substantially adopted the Western culture. Maybe, in today’s world and in the future, it is only language that may make the Filipinos distinct from their neighboring countries. Even if English is becoming to be the world’s dominant language or their regional language. After all, it is the only language that can really in essence, capture the feelings and sentiments of the people, and can represent their true spirit as Filipinos. Also, language can help promote unity within the country and develop a sense of belongings.
The Philippines’ National Hero, Dr. Jose Protacio Rizal Mercado Y Alonso Realonda, expressed the utmost importance of loving one’s country through loving one’s language, among others. He wrote in Filipino: “Ang hindi marunong magmahal sa sariling wika ay higit pa sa amoy ng malansang isda.” He said that it is difficult to consider one as a nationalist if he was ashamed of his own language. This is an important matter for one who does not give value to his/her native language, whether national or regional, to be aware of. It is sad to note that, in today’s times, there are many Filipinos who admire their countrymen who are very good in speaking the English language but consider those who are not good in English as not as intelligent or as knowledgeable as the others.
Yet, it is important for the Filipinos to be able to communicate very well in English. But, every one who thinks of themselves as Filipino has also the responsibility to love the country of his/her birth and naturally, his/her own language. It is only in their language that the Filipinos are able to distinguish themselves from other people, especially now that it is already possible to change the color of the skin and the shape and features of the face. In a sense, it is only the language that seems to be the remaining link to the Filipino spirit and their potential towards a lasting national identity.