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At last! Meron na tayong input sa "Kahit Sino" kolumn. Ito ay isang hayskul memories ng isa nating co-grads. Hmmmnnn.... siya lang kaya ang merong ganitong ekspiryens?
My whole family graduated from QPHS. Since I’m child No. 7 and I had 6 siblings who went to QPHS before I did, I heard a lot about the teachers even before I was in first grade. What did I hear??: “Nuno mong nabulok, kaluluwa mong baligtad!!” A loud bang on the blackboard with arms and hands. A desperate growl (gigil ba ang tagalog term dito?). Nasabon ako ni Miss Glinoga. She threw my papers out of the window. One of the girls in my class cried because Miss Glinoga yelled at her and almost banged her head on the blackboard. She sent me out because I didn’t have my compass”. The legend of Miss Glinoga passed from one sibling to another. And then my time came. It was the summer before junior year when I started developing nightmares about her. She was yelling at me; she sent me out of the classroom; she ripped my paper and threw it in my face. I dreaded the first day of my junior year. I wanted to get lost in the middle of 30 plus students in the classroom. I had lumps in my throat when the bell rang for Geometry class. My hands were cold and sweating and my heart was pounding out of my chest. She wasn’t there when we entered the room. It was suddenly stifling to me and I had to gasp for air. Miss Glinoga came in the room...put her record book on the table...looked at the whole class from beneath her eyeglasses...and smiled. Was that a smile I saw? It couldn’t be! This was Miss Glinoga! Maybe I was imagining. She called the roll and told us to take our seats alphabetically as she called our names. Darn! How I wished my family name started with a “Z”. I took the third seat from the front in the middle of the room. I had a closer view of my teacher from this seat and also a good chance of getting the first vibrations of her screams. I was doomed! When the seat plan was done she gave us another look, and I saw the smile again in close-up. It was not a smirk...it was even warm. For the first few weeks she called me by my sister’s name who graduated in the early 60’s. Did she yell her famous line? Yes, but it was for valid reasons and she didn’t do it as much as I heard she used to. She also shortened it to “Ayyy...nuno!” For me it was funny rather than insulting and hurtful. Weeks passed and the first marking period ended. Miss Glinoga desperately announced her disappointment with some students in our class. I clearly remember her words, “I’m not satisfied with how some of you did on the test. However, I will give you the benefit of the doubt.” Her knowing eyes fell on me as if to say, “You could have done better.” Geometry nor any subject with figures were not my forte. However, after Miss Glinoga gave me the benefit of the doubt...I studied hard in her class. I tried to stay within the decent border as she expected me to. Ma’am, this article is dedicated to you. Thank you for giving me the benefit of the doubt.
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