Arceo, Pauleen Jette C.

SPJ 8-1 Atom Araullo

Ms. Snow White

By Pauleen Arceo

I remember being a 6th grader like it was yesterday. I remember my teacher, who would often look at us with
dismay while telling us to use our inner voice. She would often remind the other girls and me to be more ladylike, for we
are growing up to young women. She’d remind the boys that they’re too old for using the cartolinas as toy swords.

Her rules aren’t the only things that I remember. I can still picture her sweet face, with that look on her face that
reminds me of being a carefree student. I can still smell the scent of her perfume, a smell that makes me think of gardens.
She was a friend who was always ready to listen to our stories and childish problems. She was practical, yet she knows
how to have fun.

She looked like a sensible woman, which she was. She isn’t tall. She was usually wearing closed shoes with short
heels. She’s one of the people who knows how to dress in fashion while being modest at the same time. Her look almost
resembled Snow White, with her lips as red as a rose, hair as black as ebony, and her skin as white as snow.

It’s been two years since the last time that I saw her. She’s no longer my teacher, but I will always remember her.
I don’t know what is that something in her that makes me feel comfortable around her. She seems like a character from a
fairytale book who got lost in the cruel world of reality. Although I don’t meet her personally anymore, I’m glad that I
met her. I’m grateful that I met her as my teacher.