A Hero of My Own

By: Denise Anne M. Angeles

Andres Bonifacio here And Jose Rizal there. Superman here while Spiderman there. Those are just some of the heroes I often heard with my classmates. Heroes that mostly are admired by them. Once I heard my classmate says, Ang galing talaga ni Superman! This made me think. Why do they have to idolized such heroes? I mean, there are other people that can be called as a hero. Maybe not physically but mentally. Like the hero of my own. She is a kind, loving and friendly teacher. I call her my hero because she shares her knowledge with her students. My classmates and me always receive words of wisdom from her. She always shares her thoughts with us. She loves her advisory class very much that she feels like they are her daughters and sons. She even fights for them. Sometimes, she put her students into a very challenging lesson. She wants her students to be challenged and to learn how to overcome it. She really wants us to be responsible and discipline. Someday, I would love to be like her. Not actually as a teacher but as a simple, nice and loving friend whom I can say is almost perfect. The way she gives beautiful advises to us. And how she encourages us in our challenging life. I remember one time, I have received my card and almost all of my grades are very low. She talked to me and gave me some encouragement and advises. I appreciate her thoughtfulness. I really admire my teacher for being a thoughtful and caring friend. The ways she goes out and hangs around with us. I look up to her as a hero of my own. Maybe for a simple reason but with deep meaning. She will always be a teacher, a friend and a hero.