My contract ended.
That was two years ago.
Five months before. I knew. Days would end.
I saw the chalkdust fell.
I cried.
They cried.
Five months more.
I left. Behind. A legacy. An inspiration.
I was proud of them.
They said I was great. No.
I am not.
Yes. I am.
For they made me great. Because they were great.
(I am grateful to my students, friends and colleagues in Letran. Though too young to be an instructor, you inspired me to move on and believe in my self.)
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