Lazarus
It is a dark and gloomy Tuesday. It's almost as if the heaven is about to break and rain down upon us. Fortunately, not a single droplet came. The atmosphere was tense as we anticipate whats coming. 8am, a familiar face comes waltzing in the class, mam olivar. Quite a fierce woman, one of which i'd consider as an "elite" of bsad. We all remembered how much she gave us a hard time in our freshman year. She's well refined on her teaching methods, and i certainly learned a lot in her care. First day became nerve-wracking, knowing that we will be studying under her again. But this time, its different, she seemed a bit joyful and more approachable than the last time, considering our times with her last year didn't end as well as we hoped. She chatted with us, not as students but a fellow teacher, in that way she hopes to connect better with us. It felt satisfying to be considered as a teacher for the first time, two more years in here and its real. Since...