27/03/2026
To the teacher who raised ๐๐จ๐ง๐๐๐๐๐ข๐๐ฌ and guided ๐๐ก๐๐ซ๐๐ฌ๐ข๐๐ง๐ฌโฆ
We didnโt notice how fast time moved, until we realized we were already writing a goodbye.
From the noisy, kulit, and innocent Bonababies of Grade 8 S.Y. 2024โ2025โฆ
to the stronger, braver, but still your โkidsโ Theresians of Grade 9 S.Y. 2025โ2026 โ
you never left our side. You were the quiet constant in a world where everything felt like it changed too fast.
Thank you for seeing the best in us, even on days we struggled to see it in ourselves.
Thank you for the scoldings that were really just love in disguise,
for the lessons that followed us beyond the classroom,
and for the memories that now hurt a little โ because they mattered so much.
You became our adviser, yesโฆ
but somewhere along the way, you also became our safe place,
our reminder that someone believed in us,
our proof that one person can make hundreds feel seen.
As we move forward, weโll carry the laughter, the tears, the late submissions,
the class jokes only our section would understand,
and the warmth of a teacher who treated us like family.
We might not be your students anymoreโฆ
but a part of us will always be sitting in your classroom,
waiting for your โGood morning, classโ
the way we always used to.
This isnโt goodbye โ just a promise
that wherever we go,
your lessons, your kindness, and your love
will always stay with us.
Walang papantay saโyo, sir jo.
Once your ๐๐จ๐ง๐๐๐๐๐ข๐๐ฌ.
Always your ๐๐ก๐๐ซ๐๐ฌ๐ข๐๐ง๐ฌ.
Forever your ๐๐ข๐๐ฌ.
Thank you, Sir Josias Malong Guillermo! โค๏ธ
