THE AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF

GIANNE SILVESTRE
A recollection of the past
Salutations to whoever decides to read this autobiography of mine.
I'm Gianne, Gianne Louise B. Silvestre, a student, a daughter, and a
friend. I was born on the 16th of February, year 2009 at a hospital
located in Baler, Aurora. I don't know the time of day I was born,
but according to my parents, it was early in the evening. I was a
relatively large baby, so large that my mother, Ann Silvestre,
struggled to give birth to me, thus resulting in her getting her
second cesarean section, only a year and a half after getting one
with my sister. Other than my irregular size, my mom was 39 when
she had me, while my father, Angelo Silvestre, was 41, both of
which are fairly old.

I have three living grandparents, fifteen titas and titos, thirty-three

cousins, ten nephews and nieces, two siblings, and two parents.
Everyone in the family is close, but still far. Some decided to leave
the province while most still live here in Aurora. Among all my
relatives, I enjoy spending time with my nieces and nephews,
probably because we're close in age. Mom grew up in Dipaculao
while Papa lived in Maria Aurora, they had met in college, and at
the ages of 25 and 27, they had my older sister Penne, who is now 26
years old. Thirteen years after giving birth to her, they had my
other sister, Gillian, whom I gave the nickname Ian. They quickly
had me so that she wouldn't feel too lonely.

The most memorable moment I've had in life is when we visited a

military museum. I don't remember where, but I do know that I
was about 9 years old at the time. What intrigued me the most in
the whole building was the plane's exhibit. It felt like a sudden wave
of astonishment flowed through me, and my parents had a hard
time trying to get me to leave. From that moment on, I started to
dream about, entering the field of aviary. Whether I'd become a
pilot or an aeronautical engineer didn't matter, as long as I was
around planes.
My parents were never the wealthiest on the block, furthermore, it
was hard to get by when you were raising a teenager, a toddler, and
an infant. Due to this, my parents frequently needed to work, and
since they could not hire a babysitter, dropping my sister and me
off at our relative's place was the best solution. Of course, my
relatives never really knew how to handle a 1-year-old me, as I was
a picky eater and could not speak. Everyone thought I was mute.
This continued until I was about 3 years old when I finally said a
few words, the only problem was that those words were not in
Tagalog, but in the English dialect. It seems years of watching
English cartoons left an imprint on me, but this proved to be a
problem, soon after I entered school.

I started my education at the Philos Montessori Learning Center,

an institution that one of my uncles owned. My years of pre-
education up until the first grade was spent here, only did I
transfer schools when a family fall-out occurred between my
parents and my uncle, leading to my introduction to Maria Aurora
Central School. MACS was only a few meters from my home, so I'd
walk to school every day. One time, while walking to school, I
failed to look both ways and almost got run over. Until this day,
crossing highways have always been scary for me, which is why I
like to grab onto someone when crossing the road.

They told me that due to my skills in English, I was deserving of

my sport in the fast learners class, though I had always known the
truth. I was there because the teachers knew that if I had been
placed in a regular class, I'd be bullied or troubled because of my
English fluency. It was hard to associate with my classmates. They
couldn't understand me, and I couldn't understand them, there
were only a few students whom I could communicate with. By the
time I was in fourth grade, I had learned how to speak Tagalog
more fluently, just enough to be understood. I had always
considered my habit of speaking in English to be a nuisance, but it
has proved to be useful in recent years, considering that it has
given me an advantage in our English subject.
This is how my elementary life continued, wherein I repeatedly
participated in journalism, and science contests, and played soccer.
I vaguely remember my days in journalism, where the
municipality would award my team and my money every time we
won. I was scheduled to continue competing, but the pandemic
halted the competitions, as well as any activities regarding the
Supreme Student Government. I held the position of the school's
Public Information Officer, and Editor in Chief while acting as the
Youth for Environment in School's Organization's President.

I then moved on to high school, and currently, study at Aurora

National Science Highschool (ANSCI). Seventh grade passed by
quickly, and I had merely passed my requirements for the sake of
compliance. Seventh grade was tough. It was hard to adjust after
years of isolation, so I was grateful that a few of my close friends
from elementary had joined me at ANSCI. I met new people, made
new friends, and learned to keep up with the school's pace. Of
course, I didn't get through the year without experiencing the
slightest bit of teenage admiration, or to be precise, I had
developed a slight crush on someone, but it had ultimately failed
due to a third party. Thankfully, I was able to achieve a total
average of 94 and attended the moving-up ceremony.

Now, I'm in eighth grade and studying along with my classmates in

the section of Aristotle. I suffered from great despair in the first
quarter of classes, where I vowed to do better after getting an
average of 94. The second quarter came around and I was able to
enter the High Honor ranks. As happy as this made me, it only put
more pressure on my shoulders. I knew that if I failed to maintain
my grades, I would be looked down upon. I feared what they'd
think if I started slipping, so I continued on. I was slowly feeling
more burnt out by the day, it was as if I had lost any will to get up.
Nevertheless, despite my loss of will, I achieved an average of 96,
and hope to get even higher as time goes by.