27/03/2026
To Our Dearest Ma’am Cyril Jane Britanico,
We can’t say enough about how much you mean to all of us. You started as our teacher, but you became like a second mom to us—our rock, exactly what we needed, and so much more besides. We still hear your voice in our heads every single day, saying things we’ve come to know by heart.
You’d always walk into class and tell us, “Adtoy nak para surwan kayo, haan nga manganawa kanyayo”. Even when we were being rowdy or falling behind, you stuck to those words. We’ll never forget how patient you always were, even on our hardest days. When we couldn’t get a lesson right no matter how hard we tried, you’d never get frustrated—you’d just find a new way to explain it until everything clicked. And whenever some of us would start bragging about small wins, you’d gently say, “Sakay to la agbwakaw no adda maibwakaw yon”. You kept us grounded, but you never made us feel small for being proud of ourselves. You also often reminded us, “madi yo ammo no anya iti mapaspasamak iti byag iti maysa a tao, so alwadan yo agita patang yo”.
Your sense of humor filled our classroom with laughter, turning stress into fun. We still smile when we think about how you’d make silly jokes to get us to pay attention. And when we’d tease you or get on your nerves a little too much, you’d warn us: “Haan dak nga angawen no haan nak maki ang angaw”. The "You don't even know me!" we will never forget and then ask “Am I right?” we’d all nod because we knew you were never really mad—you just cared about us staying respectful and kind to each other.
You never treated us like just a class full of kids. You remembered little details about us, asked about our families, and cheered us on at every game, performance, and school event. Thank you for loving us like we’re your own children. You believed in us even when we didn’t believe in ourselves—pushing us to join that club, try out for that team, or apply for that scholarship we thought we’d never get. You’ve left a mark on our hearts that will never fade.
We’ll take what you taught us—not just from textbooks, but about how to be good people, how to help others, and how to keep going even when things are hard—and carry your warmth with us wherever we go. We’ll always care about you and never forget you. No matter how old we get or how far we travel, we’ll always hear your voice in our minds, and we’ll surely miss you beyond words our mamii. No more "ne eh.." We love you ma'am!!
With all our love and thanks,
G9- Bl. Virgin Mary (Marians)
