-Edie
Aimee C. Octaviano
When I first saw my 1st
semester schedule and saw my English classes scheduled on Wednesdays for the
lecture and Fridays for the recitation class, both at 5:30-7:00 PM, I thought
to myself, “Tsk, what a burden!”
I have never really liked English
classes, to be honest. Don’t get me wrong, I love to read and to speak in the English
language. But the sentence patterns, thesis, and such, I don’t like very much. I
am fond of Shakespeare’s works but sometimes my mind can’t help but wander off
since a lot of words not just on his works but every books I have read are like
some kind of ancient symbols I am foreign—or worse, an alien—to. I can speak fluent English (or so I think) but
truly lack in range of vocabulary knowledge. I have written many essays in the
past, but never really understood the structure in which writing goes by.
Then there came my English1. There
are many aspects of English that I now understand. Now, I am able to brainstorm
what to write about and how to write it, how to emphasize my ideas thoroughly
and completely within my paragraph, how to construct grammatically correct sentences
to paragraphs to essays, and how to properly use the writing process and how to
incorporate it when writing. Writing has never been so easy! Just kidding, it
will always be hard. But now, I am finding it not as hard as it was for me
before. After spending time in my English classes, I can now say that my
writing skills have improved maybe not greatly (though I’m getting there a tiny
step at a time), but they sure did. Through the gleeful Sir Embate and the professor
known to students as a terror but has a soft heart, Sir Remollo, I certainly
learned a lot of things which I would not have learned if it were not for their astounding
techniques and understanding on what they are teaching. Unaware of it before,
every moment I stepped out of every class we had, a new Aimee was formed
slowly. I still have a lot of practicing to go through but I believe I can do
anything as long as I keep in mind the knowledge my mind was filled with by Sir
Embate and Sir Remollo. So cliché I know, but practice makes perfect.
Perseverance is what I need to
achieve my desired outcome and goals in life. I have a dream known to few close
people of mine and that is to be an author of a novel someday. But I’ve always doubted myself. English1
taught me to have the determination to write and to have confidence in myself. That’s
why I can truthfully say that it had really helped me improve in writing and speaking,
and with those two combined; I had improved in my actions as well. The best
thing studying a subject could do to a student is to mold his/her morality for
the better. And that, is what studying English1 did to me.
Now that the English lecture classes and
recitation classes are coming to an end with only one meeting left for each, I
find myself hoping they’d never end. The classmates I shared laughter with, the
short bonds made, and the joy they brought me will be with me till I grow old. I
would undeniably never forget Sir Embate’s contagious mirth and Sir Remollo’s suspicious
grin. Not only did the two teachers provided me with an education irreplaceable
but they also made learning so pleasurable I sometimes forgot I was in class
and started to feel like I was at home.
Everyone will be remembered. All the
memories will be cherished. Every wisdom gained will be used and be stored in
mind for eternity. During my 5:30-7:00 PM classes on Wednesdays and Fridays
this semester, I had my own little adventure time.
