CLASS RECORD: Everyone likes to be written about PDF Print E-mail
Sunday, 02 November 2014 14:16

BY Christine Y. Guinacaran


One very stormy morning, while we were waiting for the very high flood to abate, I decided to just write my column in the classroom. I would write about John Martie, my student, who was at that very moment trying his best to speak softly and calmly despite the deafening downpour outside.

If you were able to read my article about John Martie before, you would remember that he was the boy who had an annoying way of talking (strained, demanding tone), before he discovered that he could relay his message effectively even with a cool, relaxed voice.

“John Martie”, I said, “ I shall be writing about you for my Friday column. Your name will be in the newspaper, but of course, I will not include your family name anymore.”

“Thank you ma’am.” He smiled at me.

So I showed him my title which read, “John Martie’s Voice Lesson”.  Meanwhile, my other students started swarming at my table, curious as to why John Martie was being written about. And John Martie, trying his best NOT to look very pleased, quietly said that it was for the newspaper, about the great improvement of his voice.

His classmates congratulated him saying he would be famous already. “But Ma’am said, she will not put my family name in it”, John Martie sadly informed them

So I typed away, with John Martie beside me,reading quietly, and then casually calling my attention that I spelled his name as “MARTY” and the other as  “MARTIES”. I made the correction supposing that maybe he was worried that his relatives might not believe that he was the star of my article.

When I was done, I let him read the whole thing and he was very satisfied, even if I mentioned there, that he was a fat boy.

The other students asked me when I was going to write about them also. “ There should be something very interesting about you, for me to be able to make a nice story”,  I told them.

The “interesting” events of their lives came pouring in. Somebody volunteered that she was washing clothes for her neighbors every Saturday; another one put-in that his father left them when he was just four; another said he was able to go to Manila to participate in the taekwondo competition and many other stories which seem common to me, but very important to them.

They seem to enjoy relating family secrets, great accomplishments, unique happenstances until it was time to go home.

As for John Martie,  when he entered the room the following  class day, the first thing he told me was that his mother was very glad that I mentioned about the beautiful  bracelet which she gave  me the other time.