Annie Pagatpat P
She is a teacher of sorts: A teacher who understands with just a look, a teacher who had her smile a bargain, and a teacher who really knows your worth.
I love her and she owns a portion of my heart.
She is incomparable.
She is one of a kind.
A beautiful person inside and out.
A loving daughter.
A very nice friend.
A very thoughtful colleague.
The best teacher in the whole wide world!
Annie Pagatpat is a person with a very tender heart. Though, she never let's her emotions rule over her, learning should be first. She is loved by most students if not all. She is the English reading coordinator and the School Publications Office adviser, volunteered Saturday training sessions and from her pocket snacks for ours is a struggling school with a very less budget... We really love her optimism over things. She has been our confidante, our friend, our mentor, our mother, all rolled into one. I am now a professional but her effect into my life is incomparable.
I wrote this poem, a poem of my first impressions of her, she really loves her face, and says its her asset and always says she is toothful, yey...
I crave for everything,
I wanted everything,
Every thing is everything to me,
But there's no special with this lady.
I met her, many months ago,
It was the second week of class,
And all of us (I don't know if they care),
Wonder if she is normal.
She wears black dress and black pants,
With eyes blacken by pen's of art,
Lips as red as blood,
And ears as large as that of an elephant.
May be you'll think , it's over to judge,
but that was my first lament,
But as time goes by, she has proven herself,
She is not only good in fixing herself,
But has a good heart, that's all I care.
She may not be a perfect person,
For she also have burdens within,
Money, Love Life and personals,
It's all she has to seek.
She is still lovable,
There's no doubt about it,
Her abnormal way of likings,
Is a real terrible thing.
Submitted by Anonymous
