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It is the time when one realizes that he has gone taller, grown some hairs in his body,   his voice sounded hoarser,   his shoulders grown broader , his interests differed, his disposition gone wiser.     It is the time when his heart beats like a drum or his adrenaline rushes whenever someone he likes passes by.   It is the time when he goes obsessed   with something he does to prove that he can do something better.   It is the time when he starts to take responsibility for certain things.   It is the time when sometimes one falls for a teacher wishing that he were his parents or a person he can be with forever. It is the time when the once little boy of twelve turns into a young man and that frail little girl turns into a young woman.   THIS IS HIGH SCHOOL!   That one episode in life which is among the most memorable, the most unforgettable, something one never ceases to reminisce though years may pass. Forty years ago, a...

With a Certain Amount of Smiles (A Teachers’ Day Tribute) School years are the hardest of years to live with, I’m sure.   To live with exhilaration, public embarrassment, a minimal amount of sleep and leisure, the overwhelming   stress your parents and teachers put you through, and to be an honor student, the expectations they achingly want you to fulfill . . . a heavy sigh speaking of volumes of my annoyance escaped my lips.   I looked up, eyes the size of two small saucers and tried to turn away my head around in a rather poor impersonation of an owl.   My heart previously beating with the speed of a cheetah in search of a prey, skidded to a stop.   Words etched on the blackboard in an elegant white stream that somehow became one of my worst nightmares read : “Assignment: Write,” I groaned in dread, ‘A short essay with the theme :What is the greatest thing a teacher ever taught you?’   Write in English journal.”   With a groan of displeas...