It seemed I am just an ordinary girl. But I know deep inside, I am different from the others. There were moments that I preferred to watch the children around me. To just be a mere expectator. It was like being there, but just recording everything around me. Distance from the going-ons. Hearing all the things, contented of the chatters all around. When the teacher was out, the class was entrusted to me. To huzzed them,when they were getting boisterous.
I seldom transfer from one chair to another. If the teacher was out, I just write on my journal/diary, or just read my books. What the teacher says, I always follow. I had this eagerness to pleased my teachers. To do what was right and what was expected of me. Which lands me as the teachers' pet. Even to my classmates, I always see to it that they were given fair chance of my time. I listened to them. Always giving them advises, that made me feel as if I am so senior to them. But, what I observed, is that I never seemed so keen in asking anybody in helping me. When I had questions before, I just contend in solving it myself. Everything was boiled down deep inside.
After, every classes, I ran going home. I wanted to be home as early as I could. I misses my lola & lolo always. One thing that gave me enjoyment were the stories my grandparents shared to me. Also, I knew, a snack will be there for me waiting. I loved the champorado that my lola prepared, it was a rice podding with cocoa. But most of all, her stories. My lolo too, was so good in sharing the events of our small town. My life then was so simple, but the happiest.
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