Showing posts with label Passion. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Passion. Show all posts

Friday, July 20, 2018

I Write for It’s Right

I write for I know I have the right to do it. I know I have the inclination to do it. It is my right to use that particular skill I have had, which is writing.

I have been writing for 25 years in a formal means or medium of writing like the media and the social media as well in this modern time. I have a lot of ups and downs. It would be frustrating to write in the fourth estate of society which is the media. I started as a news stringer in our locality to a vigilant community newspaper. Until I was given a regular column to write upon.

My interest in writing started when I was a kid. During our time, the medium of instruction in our school was a local dialect or Ilonggo. My mother used to buy a Hiligaynon, an Ilonggo magazine which attracted me to scrutinize it, until I learned to read it. The short stories were interesting. The comic pages were also interesting. Since they were written in a series, I never missed following them up until to their conclusion or the ending of the stories.

Sunday, July 19, 2015

Writing, a Legacy from my Grade Six Teacher

My grade six class adviser had taught me the secret of writing that works and I considered it as the important skill I never ever forget. And this led me to what I am now: a successful teacher, a school principal, . No wonder why, writing becomes my passion when I was a grader.

Lilia Garin
Lilia Garin
Where is this teacher of mine now? It was almost for 49 years ago that this teacher took care of us in her class as our adviser and teacher in grade six section one.

Since we live in the same place, I used to see her early in the morning going to Church when I took a morning walk at the back of the city hall.

Alas! I came across from one of my news feeds in the Facebook recently that she has already passed away and she had been buried a year already from one of the posts I read.

I was a bit guilty then for I hadn't even made a vigil for her wake nor attended her burial for she's living within the city where I am residing. It was I know a miscommunication. No one from one of my classmates informed me.

I am referring to Miss Lilia G. Garin, my grade six class adviser sometime in 1966 in La Carlota Elementary School. She's strict when it comes to class attendance and misbehavior. But too considerate to a weakling like me who is sickly.

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