This was supposed to be my feedback to the website of Sison, pero it revolves around my opinion sa project nila. read on for those who are interested...pakipasa sa mga concern citizens...
Congratulations for having this website. At least, we are now part of the WWW. I used to visit the old website and I am very pleased with how it is now.
Recently, my cousins, who are pupils of Esperanza ES, texted me that they might be relocated to Bantay Intsik to give way to the road widening project and/or construction of new barangay road. I don’t know yet the full details of the projects and the amendments that should be done just to pursue the project but I can’t see the logic of relocating a school that had been there for ages. If road widening or construction is to be done, then you will only be needing a portion of that area. The front area of the school adjacent to the barangay road and the basketball court is wide enough for the road widening, isn’t it?
I am an alumnus of Esperanza ES. My grandparents, my mom, my aunts and uncles are all graduates of that school. Aside from the sentimental value that it has in us, the school had been serving not only residents of Esperanza but those from the nearby barangay as well, even those from Brgy. Udiao of Rosario.
Mahirap na po ang buhay ngayon lalo na at marami sa Esperanza ang naapektuhan ng bagyong Cosme. If you will relocate the school, paano pa papasok ang mga batang naglalakad papasok ng eskwelahan para matuto lang? Marami sa kanila ang wala pang baon at nagtitiis na lang sa gutom at pagod sa paglalakad. I know that roads are beneficial but should it be at the expense of closing down a school? Education is one of the basic needs of children. Kapag nilipat po natin ito sa Bantay Intsik na inaabot ng 20-30 minute ride ng tricycle ang layo sa Esperanza, sa tingin po ba ninyo, nakakatulong ito sa mga batang itinuturing ninyong yaman at pag-asa ninyo? I don’t think its justifiable na pwede naman silang pumasok sa Pindangan o Binmeckeg ES dahil nakatayo na nga diyan ang EES for years at dapat pa nga sana there should be a public school in every barangay. I won’t believe you too if you will say na konti ang enrollees ng EES dahil sa pagkakaalam ko, maraming bata ang pumapasok diyan. Kung lalakarin nila papuntang Bantay Intsik, ay na malem ton no makadanun da.
As far as I know, it have continuously maintained its glory as one of the best ES not only in Sison but also in comparison to other schools in the division so what would happen to it now and the kids who are in that school if ever matuloy ang pagsasara nito? I just know…
Hindi po natin kailangang irelocate ang isang eskwelahan para lang sa road construction dahil sa laki ng land area ng school, pwede ninyong idivert ng konti ang kalsadang balak niyong gawin para lang hindi masira isang institusyong naging bahagi na, hindi lamang ng buhay namin kundi maging ng kasaysayan ng Sison at ng Division II ng Pangasinan.
Sabihin na ninyong sentimental ako pero utang ko po sa eskwelahang iyon at ng Artacho NHS kung ano man ako ngayon. Hindi lang nila hinubog ang aking kaalaman sa akademika kundi maging ng aking pansibikong pananaw. Sana lang po, isipin natin ang mga batang pwedeng masagasaan sa mga kalsadang binabalak natin. Madali lang magtayo ng kalsada o ng isang bagong eskwelahan sa kung saan man natin gusto, pero ang institusyon ay hindi kailanman mabubuo ng simpleng pagpapatayo ng anumang gusali o infrastraktura."
(I know na kahit ayaw ng ibang mga opisyal ng barangay e wala silang magawa dahil oras na tumutol sila, mawawalan o mababawasan ang tulong na magmumula sa taas. Alam ko kung paano mag-isip ang karamihan sa mga nasa konseho dahil karamihan sa kanila, kakwentuhan na namin ng lolo o di kaya'y hinubog na ng kani-kanilang mga tatay na maging masunurin sa nakakataas basta me perang katapat pero dapat gamitin ang utrak at puso sa pagsunod. Wen lattan uray saan!)Bato sa langit, ang tinamaan siguradong me bukol!
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Monday, June 30, 2008
Who are the teachers we cannot forget?
There are only two teachers we cannot forget.
The first one is the great teacher, the one we love most that we keep on remembering his/her greatness. Perhaps, there are a lot of them in your life. S/he maybe the one who gave you the highest grade, commended you and really made you the star in your class for a work well-done or just someone who listens attentively to you.
Dr. Primitiva G. Dumo is the one I consider who have made the greatest impact in my life. She was the head teacher in Esperanza Elementary School (Sison, Pangasinan) when I was in Grades 1 to 5 but was transfered and promoted to Asan Sur Elementary School as Principal when I was in the Sixth Grade. She handled our GMRC class in Grade 5 and made most of us realize the power of words and how other people corrupt young mind.
One activity I cannot forget was when she asked people around if we love this girl or guy. Of course, that was the age when we begun to have crushes and she hit me bulls eye because she asked me directly if I love this guy who I liked a lot at that time. I answered, eyes on the floor, "Yes Ma'am, as my classmate and friend." Everyone in the class shouted and teased us. She called more from the class and most answered "no". The last question is: "Do you love me?" we chorused "Yes, Ma'am." Then she asked us why is it so easy for us to answer her positively when she asked if we love her but so difficult to say so for other people especially with our classmates? She told us that malice is already destroying our mind when we haven't fully understand what love and compassion and passion are all about.
When my parents separated in May 1993, she walked with me to the gate (it was in the school ground just in front talipapa) after our class on the very first day of classes in June. She only asked me how was my stay with my father this summer. That was the only question but I know she is only waiting for me to open up but I only said "Ok lang po." She did not ask further question but the fact that the she gave me the impression that she is there if I wanna talk but must i say more? The fact that she cares is more than enough.
The last time I saw her was in 1998. I joined a declamation contest (Sisang Baliw but I was not able to cry which I don't know why I can't cry at that time) held in Asan Sur High School. After my piece, I went to see her in the elementary department and I hugged her real tight and cried. She died of recurring breast cancer after surviving two cancer episodes in 2000.
The last kind of teacher you always remember is the one you hate the most which you want to forget but already embedded in your mind.
What I learned from them? Their rudeness maybe rooted from their own problems and past experiences. They maybe insensitive but who are we to judge them anyway? They are still our teachers who we may hate but in some ways, we have learned something from them, not just academically but emotionally and psychologically as well.
To end this, I wanna share a text message I got from Teacher Hector Batallang of Rosario Integrated School, a former HS classmate: "Consider yourself a caterpillar. The people who love you are the nourishing leaves. The person who hurts you is the cocoon. Remember: You won't be a butterfly without nourishment. You won't develop wings without the cocoon. There are neither heroes nor villains in life - just people with different roles to teach us one great lesson: to fly!"
The first one is the great teacher, the one we love most that we keep on remembering his/her greatness. Perhaps, there are a lot of them in your life. S/he maybe the one who gave you the highest grade, commended you and really made you the star in your class for a work well-done or just someone who listens attentively to you.
Dr. Primitiva G. Dumo is the one I consider who have made the greatest impact in my life. She was the head teacher in Esperanza Elementary School (Sison, Pangasinan) when I was in Grades 1 to 5 but was transfered and promoted to Asan Sur Elementary School as Principal when I was in the Sixth Grade. She handled our GMRC class in Grade 5 and made most of us realize the power of words and how other people corrupt young mind.
One activity I cannot forget was when she asked people around if we love this girl or guy. Of course, that was the age when we begun to have crushes and she hit me bulls eye because she asked me directly if I love this guy who I liked a lot at that time. I answered, eyes on the floor, "Yes Ma'am, as my classmate and friend." Everyone in the class shouted and teased us. She called more from the class and most answered "no". The last question is: "Do you love me?" we chorused "Yes, Ma'am." Then she asked us why is it so easy for us to answer her positively when she asked if we love her but so difficult to say so for other people especially with our classmates? She told us that malice is already destroying our mind when we haven't fully understand what love and compassion and passion are all about.
When my parents separated in May 1993, she walked with me to the gate (it was in the school ground just in front talipapa) after our class on the very first day of classes in June. She only asked me how was my stay with my father this summer. That was the only question but I know she is only waiting for me to open up but I only said "Ok lang po." She did not ask further question but the fact that the she gave me the impression that she is there if I wanna talk but must i say more? The fact that she cares is more than enough.
The last time I saw her was in 1998. I joined a declamation contest (Sisang Baliw but I was not able to cry which I don't know why I can't cry at that time) held in Asan Sur High School. After my piece, I went to see her in the elementary department and I hugged her real tight and cried. She died of recurring breast cancer after surviving two cancer episodes in 2000.
The last kind of teacher you always remember is the one you hate the most which you want to forget but already embedded in your mind.
What I learned from them? Their rudeness maybe rooted from their own problems and past experiences. They maybe insensitive but who are we to judge them anyway? They are still our teachers who we may hate but in some ways, we have learned something from them, not just academically but emotionally and psychologically as well.
To end this, I wanna share a text message I got from Teacher Hector Batallang of Rosario Integrated School, a former HS classmate: "Consider yourself a caterpillar. The people who love you are the nourishing leaves. The person who hurts you is the cocoon. Remember: You won't be a butterfly without nourishment. You won't develop wings without the cocoon. There are neither heroes nor villains in life - just people with different roles to teach us one great lesson: to fly!"
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