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KLEEVE
"WE WILL continue this group reporting on Monday," I hid my class' index cards in my pocket as I happily announced the continuation of this reporting.
Some of my students were happy about this suddenly cut-off while others are not.
Ah, what a music to my ear, 'my students'. Dream come true, nakakatuwa.
Anyways, probably the latter were all well-prepared and ready to wipe out the other groups along with their handsome Social Studies teacher.
Ako 'yon, siyempre. Pfft.
However, it can't be helped. We ran out of time due to the debate segment: Reporters VS Listeners. The first two groups really gave me a hard time. Ang gagaling nila. I was really impressed and proud at the same time.
". . . goodbye, class!" I continued and smiled, heading my way to the door.
"Goodbye, Sir! God bless us!" I smiled to my 36 students here in Section J.W. Marshall.
That's also their cue that I have to go out. Two down, five to go.
Kahit nasa labas na ako at naisara na ang pinto ay rinig na rinig ko pa rin ang kanilang ingay. Ingay na. . . nagpatawa sa akin habang naglalakad.
"Hoy, dali dali!"
"Hoy tanginaniyo group 3! Aba, nasa'n ang ambag niyo?!?"
"Beh, fries tayo."
"Hoy, Yuri! Tara, classic!"
"Pass. Mababa credits ko."
"Hoy samahan mo ako kay Ma'am Che! Ipa-pass ko 'tong kitchen layout."
"Uy, ta' sa court! Recess ang start ng game nina kuya, eh. Sama ka, Krisha?"
"Ayoko! May test mamaya, 'pag ako bumagsak, baka wala na akong mauwian sa'min."
"Sino na namang demonyo ang nagtali ng bag ko!?"
Their noises led me to my reminiscent mood. Parang kailan lang, sinasabi ko rin 'yan.
Specifically the late submission of outputs. Aich. Nostalgic.
"Good morning, Sir!"
"Morning." I waved back to the group of three girls. Their faces are all familiar, but they're not my students.
I chuckled when I heard the two girls tease the one on the middle.
"Sabi sa'yo eh, pogi si Sir Kleeve!"
"Alam namin! Kaya nga crush mo, eh."
Ah, this is highschool. Indeed it is.
"Sir, kain po!" alok ng estudyante kong may dalang siomai. If I'm not mistaken, his name is Charles.
"Sige, salamat." I smiled at him and continued to walk towards in our AP Faculty.
