A Tribute

Dream.

Imagine.

The very words that our teacher taught us two decades ago.

It was our world then- growing bigger and bigger as the years passed.

Remembering quite vividly, we conquered our mountains- in the pyramid of colored, old rubber tires in the grounds of PCMC, traveled to places- arranging the chairs one after another, and chanting the familiar “Chug-a-chug-a-choo-choo!”, swam to endless borders in the wee pool and caught frogs – all together constantly worrying Ate Lolit, our teacher aide then.

We painted our worlds with colors, flew and reached heights with the teacher’s encouragements. We keep our best memories of strutting proudly, I in my rockstar suit and gold wig, my sister in her tiger costume. We wandered around the halls of the Children’s hospital, smiling and enchanting the doctors and nurses for them to give us a bag of treats.

Much was to be dreamt at 4 years old. Being still in the soft mats, only just for nap time, we went and continued to dream each time we awoke. I in Nursery, and my sister in vertical class, in 1990.

That’s precisely what we did back then, until the day that we followed Career’s path, and found ourselves in the footsteps of our teachers.

It’s payback time, I guess. We hold in our heart the legacy left to us- to teach with love and to bring it wherever we go.

And now that we’re teachers, that’s what we hold dear and treasured, and what we teach our kids.

Thanks to the pillars and formators of PCMC.