PATRICIA CAMILLE HERMIDA 9PATIENCE

NARRATIVE ESSAY..
Hot. It is pretty hot that day. It was our lunch break and I was thinking of our projects. God, theyre giving me headaches. I dont even know our English project and I know it would be really hard to rush projects (trust me, you wont believe how many times Ive rushed projects, none of them quite worked out well). Oh, because of thinking too much, I already forgot to go to the faculty room, its an everyday routine; Im helping our English teacher carry her amplifier (which is Keiths job) and her heavy ballpens (which is my job). We entered the Patience room and naughty students, disarranged chairs, and noisy mouths welcomed us, which is quite normal for us. Ms. Agagon discussed our lessons, which I find easy to understand (really?). And then Mam shouted, no, it was more like a loud whisper, Your project in English 9 would be, there was a spark of hope in the back of my mind. If I could finish my project now, I could pass it tomorrow and I could lift one burden ,It would be a collage made up of recycled materials. By group, What?! Are you kidding? i couldnt finish that in just one week! And, by group? No way! Im sure I would be the leader which means Im also carrying the burden of my group mates. One of my main problems is Im no good in arts. Honestly, people thought Im good in arts because my brother and sister were outstanding artists, that makes me thought sometimes that I might be adopted. But, there is also an additional project, but this one is good. We have to make a narrative essay, which is my expertise, that is how I end up writing this. After one week, Mam Agagon reminded us to bring our materials the next day. We met our group first and talked about our project. We formulated a concept, which is pretty good. Yeah, Im good at thinking but the problem is

on how to make it happen. But we got plenty of time tomorrow so well just do it the way it should be done. I told my group mates to bring the necessary materials and they all agreed. The next day, the same routine, go to the faculty room with my friend, Keith who carried the amplifier and me carrying the ballpens . We went inside the room and started to gather with our respective groups. But, little faith is cruel, we encountered a problem: we dont have MATERIALS! I brought my scissors and glue, Juliet brought her glue gun and nothing else. Now you know how things work out in Patience. So we decided to just draw the sketches. Ian drew it while we do nothing than to chit-chat. The sketch didnt turn out that well. Third day. A little progress but the project was ugly. Fourth. We decided to change it because, really, its awful. Fifth. We started anew by putting cut-out pictures in the magazine. It is still awful but its better than the other one. Sixth. We started rushing our project (I thought this would never happen, its my fate) because today is the deadline. We applied pastel and more pictures and some ugly stuffs into it but dont judge it, it looks good. Finishing the project felt pretty awesome. But its not yet finish. We still need the narrative essay. And, so this essay is almost finish and Im really tired so I have to stop typing.

P.S! Message to Mam Agagon! Mam, if the rumors are true that youre not going to work as a teacher of ICA next year, then were going to really miss you. Ill also miss youre amplifier and those ballpens which I always pretend to be heavy. Thank you for everything that youve taught us. Thank you for the stories and for being our friend. I might not solve the Mr. Acoba case but I still believe you two have something. Sorry also for being talkative sometimes. Thank you Mam!!!!!!!! -PATRICIA CAMILLE HERMIDA