MY HEROES

    Superman, Spiderman, Wonder Women and Hawkgirl. The set of superheroes goes on and on. As kids, many of us looked up to fictional characters who had out of this world powers like x-ray vision, laser, unkabogable super strength and speed  and a power to turn invisible. But as we grow older, we realize that the real heroes aren’t those in comic books or on TV, but instead those we see every day. Just like what I’ve wrote before, my mom is my hero. BUT I don’t just have one hero, I have a million, My hero is all the teachers around this country.

   Teaching is one of the most undermined professions in this country. Many people view teachers as an easy profession but being a teacher isn’t that simple. Teachers provide the key to success which is education. A person doesn’t need super strength or laser vision to be a hero. A hero is anyone who changes a person’s life for the better and teachers do just that.

 A teacher’s purpose isn’t just to teach, but also to inspire. Of course, there have been times when we’ve had teachers who didn’t exactly care or take their job seriously, but we’ve also come across teachers who change our lives for the better. They don’t only teach us how to add and subtract or balance a chemical equation, but they also teach us that our dreams aren’t as far as they seem. They help us to reach our full potential and push us to always do our best. My teachers always encourage me to do my best and to never give up no matter what challenge I may face. If they encourage me this much, I can only imagine tremendously positive effect they had on many students through their teaching career.

Teachers are my second mother and father. They were there when I needed them, not only as a teacher but also as a friend, a mother/father, and most especially, a listener. They were always there for me. Someday, I wish to help mold someone else like they helped me in molding the Cassandra I am today. I owe them a lot of THANKS and ILOVEYOUS. TEACHERS, Thanks for everything and an advanced HAPPY TEACHERS DAY.... my Heroes :) 

MY SUPERMOM!

                Who is my hero or what is my hero? Is it a superhero like superman, batman or spiderman out to save the world from danger? NO. Is my hero a celebrity with fame, glam, and fortune? NO. Is it good-looking like Mario Maurer, Alex Pettyfer, James Reid or Daniel Padilla? Or is it a hot-looking vampire named Edward Cullen that shimmers like a crystal in the sunlight, throwing millions of rainbows everywhere? I wish! But unfortunately, no. My hero is even better than that, more special, more braver and more stronger than that. My hero is my 45-year old mom.

                Through all odds no matter what destruction life has threw at my mother she never once admitted defeat and she has always presented herself as a strong married woman. My mother has always been there for me even when no one else was, and she has sacrificed a lot to provide for our family putting long hours in at work just to make ends meet and it seems like she works non-stop because when she’s home, she doesn’t stop to rest, just to bond with us, her family. Sometimes I wonder how one person can do so much in one day and continue to do all this throughout a whole week and sometimes this makes me feel guilty at seeing how hard she works. I just feel so helpless watching her, wanting to help her but I can barely take care of myself. So I just make one silent promise to myself and to my mother. I value that I will get my education finished. When I reach a point in my life, when I feel like giving-up, I will just think about parents, most especially to my mom and how she kept going through life with her head held up high and this will be the push or the key that I will need to be successful and to be able to take care of my mom like she once took care of me.

                My mommy is a queen to me but sometimes, I don’t show my appreciation and I don`t tell her how much I love her and how much of an impact she really has had on my life. Sometimes, we take people we love the most for granted but sitting here thinking about all the things my mother has done for me just makes me love her even more and although sometimes we don`t get along well (well like mostly) or see eye-to-eye. I‘m so fortunate that God has placed this woman in my life or I wouldn‘t be the person that I am today filled with goals and dreams that has the desire to make these dreams into reality.

                Self-motivation, self respect, respect or others and self-discipline is the characteristics that my mother has instilled in me. She taught me that life isn`t always fair and when you want something, you have to work hard and strive for the best and when I have a dream, I better run with it and don`t look back until I reach the finish line. This is the person that I am, all thanks to my hero, my mother.  

Our own Identity

               What is the reason behind the unity of a crowd in a country? How they formed their own identity? It wasn’t because of the appearance or the clothing and more especially not because of the actions or the behaviour. One culture is not only formed just because of their beliefs. It needed something to it for it to be cleared. This is the language. If we look at it carefully, one country is having a unity because of their own language. The Philippines and its language: Filipino is a good example of it.

                Many chapters are created from the history of the National language of the Philippines. If we review the history, we’ll discover that the journey of the Pilipino people in achieving their own language was difficult.  The history of the Filipino language was a battle for our ancestors. Language meant freedom. Blood and ink was shed for our rights of liberty to be declared. The struggle of ownership of identity citizenship for our people and language for our country inspired our national heroes, especially our most venerated, Dr. Jose P. Rizal. He shed ink through his novels, letters and poetry in order for our people to believe in themselves but the irony is, it was only after he shed his own blood that it was ultimately realised.

                It was important for the Philippines to find liberty in having their own National language. Through much debate, “Tagalog” was finally chosen as it was widely spoken throughout Philippines, although it caused quite controversial issues, Tagalog modified into Filipino in 1987 become the National language of the Philippines in the Philippine Constitution. Though the declaration, it reveals the importance of what surrounds the meaning of what make us Pilipino.  

                After a long period of time, the language Filipino is the reason why we, Pilipinos, have our own identity. Every country or civilization is not complete without their own language. This not only a way to communicate with others but it also led the way for us Pilipinos to indicate our thoughts or ideas. Thanks for the language Filipino, more than seven thousand islands in the Philippines are united. Although, they are far away from each other, they still have one thought of emotions because of their National language.