My Teacher My Hero

       I was seven years old when I started to go to school. During those times many questions had appeared in my mind. Like, why do I need to go to school? Why do I need teacher in school?

           Years passed, my knowledge became wider and I'd already known the answers of my questions. We need to go to school in order to learn. We need teacher in school because they are the one who will teach us lessons. They  will guide us going to the right path. They served as our second parent.

          June 4, 2012 when I stared to began  my fourth year high school life. I felt half nervous and  half excited because I know that I this was again another chapter of my life. But  I was worried because I thought that our adviser was strict. So during the passed days I ashamed to raise my hand. I was feared to expressed the thoughts that I had because during the first day of class she said that she didn't like a noisy class. But as days passed, I've known that Mrs. Elizabeth Quitoriano is not a strict teacher instead she was a lovable teacher. Maybe sometimes she scolded us but I know that its only her way to correct the bad things that we have done.And I'd consider her as my second mom because she was so kind. And I'm proud to say that Ma'am Elizabeth Quitoriano, is My hero.

                    Everyone has someone to keep them on their own feet as they walk through life. Normally, it would be your parent or friend, but mine is different, I had kept myself intact with the help of a teacher. Teachers are usually there to impart knowledge and give you an opportunity to move on with life, I was blessed to have someone during fourth year high school  days who takes time to make sure that I was okay and the strength to hold on to when everything else went astray, she was Mrs Elizabeth Quitoriano.