no deduction for my recitation.

Hihihihihi. This makes me kilig. I miss you all :)

Anonymous asked: Hi miss. Do you think I'm a lesbo? :| :))

You should know. haha. Well, I don’t really care if you are. We can all be friends anyway :)

itsumademokeikaye asked: Hi Miss. I love you forever and always. Sorry po kung lagi po kayo nababastos. Like one time di po ako nagpaalam na di n'ko magpapalit ng uniform. Tas yung isa pa po nung di ako nagpaalam na ipapasa ko yung project kay Sir O. Sorry din po dahil lage ako maingay at panggulo sa klase niyo. Ilang beses ko po pinagisipan na magpapicture kasama niyo kaso nahihiya ako.</3 Di bale Miss magkikita pa naman tayo sa Japan diba? Dun nalang tayo magpapicture sa may mga Cherry Blossoms.:))) Thanks for everything Miss. MAHAL KO PO KAYO. -- That came right from the depths of my heart.<3 - Judi.

P.S. Please don't sign off as my teacher. You are and will always be the cutest and most determined teacher that came my way.:))

I hope everyone will love 4th Year Lit :)

Anonymous asked: ate, ate rose (awkward) please keep in touch!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! we miss u so much!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! lmfao we love u too~!

shecantbemoved asked: Hi Miss. Did you know that everytime we sneeze our brai cells die? HAHA. I miss you miss.

hello. yup. i know that :)

Anonymous asked: Miss! What's your Fb account? I miss you <3

there.

http://www.flickr.com/photos/pandambretta/4917254216/

Miss, nakita ko sa dash ko after basahin post mo. Uhh. :( Mamimiss kita, Miss Ballecer! 

I woke up this morning recalling the dream i just had. I remembered in my dream i was fixing the 3C Kagitingan room in the usual “malaya” formation as the class was still in their PE session. Afterwards, I stood in the middle of the room, with the chairs positioned in a way that they could all see me. “Ah, another speech session. For sure they’ll be nervous and beg another minute to practice their speech,” that’s what I told myself. It was then that I realized that the room was actually empty. No bags, no voices from the other rooms, not a single soul in the corridor. I was there in  my usual Tuesday uniform not bringing the dreaded microphone and amplifier for the speech. I gazed outside only to find out that I was the only person in the hall. I went back to the 3C room to find dust covered chairs still in the “malaya” formation. It was then that everything sunk in. It was my last day in Stella Maris and I could never bring back those nosebleeding moments again.

 I got up my bed reminding myself of the things I want to do this day: iron that polka dot dress, cook pasta for someone, unpack my bags from the faculty, and check the CD from the prom. I decided to do the last item in my list first. So, I poured some coffee on my cup, had the pandesal ready, and set up my dad’s laptop for the viewing of photos. I sat there and waited. I’ve seen some photos before and viewing it might probably be redundant. Just the same I waited for the files to load. As I sip my coffee, I viewed the photos which made me terribly sad. “These lovely girls and funny boys, they were my students” I told my dad who seem to struggle looking at the photos because he forgot where his glasses were. He then left me in the kitchen, with my mother preparing to cook. I sat there looking the photos. Well, the juniors prom was now just a memory. And as they say it, the happiest memories of today are the sad ones of tomorrow.

And then regrets came rushing in my head. I wish I took a lot of photos with them; I should have shared stories with them rather than spent time grilling their essays on grammar; I should have asked how are they than asking them if they have done their assignments; I should have taught them Romeo and Juliet even if it wasn’t part of the curriculum; I should have been more warm to them and spoke Filipino at some point they could not express their feelings. 

Of course I couldn’t do those things anymore. And just like my grade 6-Hemingway class and 5-Euclid, Kepler, and Napier class, there’s no other option but to let them go and simply be happy that I became part of their journey.

Kabayanihan, Kadakilaan, Kagitingan, Katatagan, and Karangalan of 2011, as much I would like to have more speech classes, movie viewing, photoshoots, and who-spoke-in-Filipino moments with you, it’s time to create more happy memories. Don’t waste your time with the sad once. You only get to high school once. Create more friends, live in adventure, respect your teachers, share your heart, trust more people, report bullies, smile a lot, enjoy singing during mass, and pray harder. Those are just some things that I wish I could have told you.

 Kabayanihan, Kadakilaan, Kagitingan, Katatagan, and Karangalan of 2011, this is the only promise I will never break: I will love you all for the rest of my life.

Good luck Seniors of 2012.

This is Ms. Rose Angelyn Alarde Ballecer, literature teacher, now signing off.

Anonymous asked: Hi miss! I miss you.

i miss you too. chos. hehe. why be anon?