Meant To Be A Star

Chapter 4

     Hay crush. I lab you. Ba't ba kasi di pwedeng maging tayo. Lahat sila may lablayp na. E ako? NBSB ako crush. Wag kang mag alala at--

''Virgin pa ako!'' Sigaw ko sa gitna ng klase. Inis namang napatingin sakin ang nagdidiscuss na si Sir Bimbo. Ba't ko ba kasi nasabi yun?

''Sobrang hirap ba talagang makinig. Class.. When i'm talking here infront, some of you are also talking. My God! That's a sign of disrespect and Ms. Martinez (Ako ang tinutukoy ni Sir) kung ano man yang carer mo na pagbenta ng katawan. Wag mo namang e bulgar. Kaderi kayo. Mga fourth year students, students na walang kinabukasan--'' hindi pa natatapos si sir sa sermon ng biglang may tumayo at saka sumigaw.

''Bweset ka sir! Putang-ina niyo po!'' Sigaw ni Lyod. At ayun, lumabas ang pagka-sniper ni sir at sentrong sa ulo niya tumama ang eraser ni sir.

''Sit down both of you!'' Sigaw ni sir.

At ito halos pa iyak na ako habang nakayuko.

''I don't know what to do. With you anymore class. Every bit of you is just so frustrating. If I can just give you to other teacher's or advisers I will. I don't want to say this but-- FUCK YOU LAST SECTION!'' Nilagay ni sir sa mukha ang kamay niya saka umupo sa table. Nakalimutan kong sabihin. Ang medjo chubby na hindi matangkad na lalaking nagdidiscuss about Music. Part yan ng M.A.P.E.H, ay ang aming adviser.

At habang nageemote dun si sir. Biglang dumating si Irene.

''Good Afternoon sir'' mahinang bati ni Irene.

''Isa kapa. Ms. Luwayon kung makikipaghalikan ka. Wag sa daan.'' Sabi ni sir at pula namang pumasok si Irene. Saka tumabi sakin. Bale nasa gitna siya namin ni Shane.

Alam ko, na malaki nga ang kasalanan ko kay sir. E, half dreaming, half awake kasi ako e. Alam niyo na. May problema rin kasi ako. Diba? kagabi past twelve na ako nakatulog kasi nga nag-away, sina kuya at mama.

''Class. Are you taking my class lightly. I have four fields to grade you. Music, Arts, P.E and Health. So paano na kung bagsak kayo sa apat? Babalik na naman kayo ng fourth year. I'm happy to tell you class that I can fail you all with my subject and some of you may not pass. SOME OF YOU WON'T GRADUATE. Dahil na rin yan sa kagagawan niyo. Kung may dapat sisihin, hindi ako. KAYO!''

''To be honest with you class. I feel pity looking at your batch. And I can imagine the future citizens of Philippines. I know class that it's bad to judge. But if you ask me? You are the worst. I'm teaching this lessons because I don't want you to be ignorant FOOLS someday. I can just leave you, and you'll do what you want. Who cares I don't know you. But here I am, telling all of you your faults and is scolding you. Why? Because I care. Because I love each and everyone of you. And it's an insult to hear it from Mr. Lyod Zambenez and to all of you that your taking me lightly. This is my first time over my passed handled sections. I was cussed by a student. A student, was daydreaming. Gising siya at hindi tulog. Ms. Martinez. At may palaging late na nakikipaghalikan sa boyfriend, dun sa daan. Ms. Luwayun. Goddarn, fourth year Victory. At least try to be nice. I don't care if you give me failing grades but atleast set aside your attitudes. We came here to school to learn. Ano ba ang pinuntahan nyo dito. Chicks? Misyon niyong magkagirlfriend, boyfriend?''

Katahimikan ang namuo sa silid namin. Lahat kami nagkayuko. Tsk, special mention talaga?

''Aren't you even ashamed. Ang kakapal ng mukha niyo class. Naging mga fourth year high school kayo at ang iba hindi marunong bumabasa. It's so pathetic. And what? You will blame it on the past teacher's. Hindi kami ang may mali. KAYO. Na kahit isang balding laway na ang tumalsik galing sa bibig ng teacher kakaexplain. Ang titigas parin ng ulo. What's the purpose of your brain if it's empty. Use your kokoti class. Use your coconut shell. I am so disappointed with you class. Yes. All of you here are intelligent, smart. No one, got a seventy on the first grading. Ang ibig sabihin ba nito na magaling lang kayo sa una?''