yesterday was our last day at our special school. Next week, we will be moving to another special school. when we are still inside the room, i barely feel that it was our last day, but then, when we are walking out of the building, my chest felt heavy as if its swelling and I can feel tears filling up my eyes. i will not go back there anymore to hear my students' laugh or tantrums or their famous lines.
it was a sad affair, having to leave something behind. although I can still see my students once in a while if i ever get the chance to visit, there's still pain about leaving them. *sigh
anyway,I was walking to cross to Shopwise, going back to gateway, thinking about how my phone bill reached 760 Php. i can feel my face all scrunched up, deep in thought, calculating my calls and texts to other networks and I was thinking, I couldn't have possibly reached that much. when i reached the intersection, i saw Mr. The Move from the Nescafe commercial, the dancing traffic enforcer, shaking his hips and moving his body to his passing audience. he made me smile so big, I have to look away. some are laughing at him, but i think he wouldn't mind. he helped me forget my sky rocketing bills for a moment and he made me smile. Thank God for him.
How's your friday?
Toletski, kiss!
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