Day 4: Our Story (Part 1)

it was in summer of '98 when we first met. i just turned sweet sixteen (read: i was in high school!). student-teachers from U.P. were in my hometown called paradise to conduct review classes for the UPCAT exam. kuya cris was one of them. surprise, surprise, i used to call him  "kuya". 

summer '98: our first picture together

it wasn't love at first sight, at least not with me. in fact we had a love-hate relationship that early on. good for me, because the class had a hate-hate relationship with him. here's why: while the other teachers  displayed friendly attitude in class, kuya cris was always hot under the collar, always barking around. laging salubong ang kilay na parang pasan nya ang daigdig! who would forget how he flinged the blackboard eraser because a classmate could not answer him. i couldn't really blame kuya cris, it wasn't easy teaching math. i could not fault my classmates either; a dreaded subject + "uncool" teacher = i'd rather be absent, too!

but, ehem,  i was this teacher's pet. maybe because i did pretty well in that summer-math class! need i brag i was damn good in math before? or maybe kuya cris was infatuated with me! hahah, don't bother asking him, he'll deny this to death, with his comprehensive but misleading account. anyhow, kuya cris booted me out from my class and made me sit all by myself at the back with loads of advanced math problems to solve before he comes back. he was soooo cute, i mean, cruel like that!

to be continued...