Title: "A Teacher's Journey"

Part 1: Beginning
Narrator 1: In the dawning light of knowledge's embrace,
We find our teacher, starting her race,
A path of dreams and hopes she begins to tread, PART 1: ALL
With passion in her heart, to teach she's led.
PART: 2
Part 2: The First Step BORN, ELLEN, ANGELYN,
Narrator 2: Each student's eyes, like stars in the night, JOHN ROSE, EDMER, MAYLEN
Ignite the teacher's soul with pure delight,
With chalk in hand and wisdom to share,
She guides them through life, showing she cares.

Part 3: Challenges Faced

Narrator 3: Yet storms will come, and clouds may appear, PART: 3
The path is rocky, sometimes unclear,
HAZEL, ANGELYN, MERCY,
But with resilience and courage so bright,
CRISTINE, JOY, JUSTINE
She faces challenges, embracing the fight.

Part 4: Nurturing Growth

Narrator 4: Through tears and laughter, triumph and fear,
PART: 2
The teacher shapes futures year after year,
Fostering growth, like a gardener tends, BORN, ELLEN, ANGELYN,
Nurturing minds, watching as potential transcends. JOHN ROSE, EDMER, MAYLEN

Part 5: Legacy Created

Narrator 5: And as time marches on, seasons unfurl,
A teacher's legacy, a priceless pearl, PART: 3
In countless hearts and minds she's imprinted her grace,
A lasting mark of love, in this vast learning space. HAZEL, ANGELYN, MERCY,
CRISTINE, JOY, JUSTINE
Part 6: A Teacher's Reward
Narrator 6: The journey complete, yet never truly done,
For the joy of teaching, forever won,
In the hearts she's touched, a flame will burn,
A teacher's journey, a lesson learned.

End: Together PART 6-END: ALL

All Narrators: We celebrate the teacher, a beacon so bright,
Guiding us through darkness into the light,
For the journey she took, the lives she's changed,
We stand united, forever grateful, forever arranged.
Declamation

Once upon a time, the tao owned a piece of land. It was all he owned. But he cherished it, for it gave him
three things, having which, he was content: life, first of all, and liberty, and happiness.

Then one day the Spaniard came and commanded him to pay tribute to the crown of Spain. The tao paid
tribute. And he was silent — he was certain that he was still the master of his land.

The Spaniard became rich. But with riches, evil entered into him and he came to the tao a second time.
He read to the tao a formidable document saying: “According to this decreto real, which unfortunately
you cannot read, this that you have been paying me is not tribute but rent, for the land is not yours but
mine.” The tao paid tribute and said nothing … He ceased to be a freeman. He became a serf. Still the tao
held his peace. The rent went up and up. The tao starved.

And this time at last he spoke. Not in words, but with that rustic instrument with which he cleared the
land once his own — the bolo. He transformed it from an instrument of tillage to an instrument of death,
and with it drove away the stranger. Then he returned to his field saying: “Now indeed shall I again be
master of this land, once my own, but stolen from me by the trickery of quicker wits than mine.”

But the tao was wrong. For the land had another master. This time not a stranger, but his own
countryman grown rich. The tao had a new name, kasama, which to us means partner, but which to the
tao meant still a slave, for once more he suffered from his countrymen the same things he had suffered
from the stranger: the rents, the usury, and all the rest of it.

Yes, the tao returned to his field thinking that he was free. But he soon discovered that he was still a
prisoner. His prison, a two-room shack, rent by every wind, without any comforts, except that three
families have there the privilege to starve. The tao’s home has become his very prison. Its doors, if you
can call them such, are wide open. It is a prison nonetheless. For the tao is bound to it, not with chains
of steel, but with a stronger chain — his honor. To this day, the tao remains a slave, a prisoner of the
usurer.

No wonder, then that tao, being a slave, has acquired the habits of a slave. No wonder that after three
centuries in chains, without freedom, without hope, he should lose the erect and fearless posture of the
freeman, and become the bent, misshapen, indolent, vicious, pitiful thing that he is! Who dares accuse
him, who dares rise up in judgement against this man, reduced to this sub-human level by three
centuries of oppression. The tao does not come here tonight to be judged — but to judge! Hear then his
accusation and his sentence:

I indict the Spanish encomendero for inventing taxes impossible to bear.

I indict the usurer for saddling me with debts impossible to pay.

I indict the irresponsible radical leaders who undermine, with insidious eloquence, the confidence of my
kind in our government.

You accuse me of not supporting my family. Free me from bondage, and I shall prove you false.

You accuse me of ignorance. But I am ignorant because my master finds it profitable to keep me
ignorant. Free me from bondage, and I shall prove you false.

You accuse me of indolence. But I am indolent not because I have no will, but because I have no hope.
Why should I labor, if all the fruits of my labor go to pay an unpayable debt. Free me from bondage, and I
shall prove you false.

Give me land. Land to own. Land unbeholden to any tyrant. Land that will be free. Give me land for I am
starving. Give me land that my children may not die. Sell it to me, sell it to me at a fair price, as one
freeman sells to another and not as a usurer sells to a slave. I am poor, but I will pay it! I will work, work
until I fall from weariness for my privilege, for my inalienable right to be free!

BUT IF YOU WILL NOT GRANT ME THIS … If you will not grant me this last request, this ultimate demand,
then build a wall around your home … build it high! … build it strong! Place a sentry on every parapet! …
for I who have been silent these three hundred years will come in the night when you are feasting, with
my cry and my bolo at your door. And may God have mercy on your soul!