If I were to write something about one of my teachers, it would be my English teacher, Ms. Ochoa. Ever since I transferred here last year, back in grade 8, she’s been our English teacher. Out of all of my years of schooling, I have never been introduced to such an expressive –and impressive teacher. She is very fond of English and literature, including asking questions during reports and discussions which always seems to wrack our brains into mush and actually make the cogs in our heads gyrate.

However, I would like to thank her for somehow enhancing my love for reading. I had never taken reading that seriously. I only thought of reading as a past time; something to do when I was bored, until she gave us the task to read Chinese Cinderella for a book report. I bought the book, and read it. It was then that I realized or discovered the pure joy of reading. The words that I read captivated me, as if I were in a trance. It was as if the words of the author were taking me to an entirely different world, giving me a whole new view of things, a wider perspective of my surroundings, things that were once hidden in little crevices had made themselves noticeable by me, I understood things I couldn’t comprehend, a door that opened for me. The story, even though I’m not one for such tales, had captivated me, and I was excited for the next book report; the next world that I would be visiting, the characters who seemed like real people, those who I will soon meet.

My love for reading had soared as high as I couldn’t deem possible. I became so engrossed with reading that I failed to notice my collection rapidly multiply. But, it didn’t stop there. The main aspect of books, -aside from their story, are their words. The vocabulary of the author that moves the cogs in your brain, trying to uncover its meaning, what the word may symbolize, giving life to the story in such a way that it plays like a movie only you can see and visualize in your head. These factors have triggered another love of mine: writing. The euphoria of creating a story, creating a world of your own, creating and designing characters that would live your story, twisting words and phrases to work the reader’s mind, writing in detailed and descriptive modus operandi, thinking of plot twists for more effect, the adjectives, nouns, and figures of speech. What was once mere parts of a sentence became one of the most important and beloved things for me.

So, I would like to thank Ms. Ochoa for opening up a new world for me, or rather, helping me to completely scrape off the blotches of ink that had obstructed  my path into entering the world of fantasies, magic, mythology, and pages that have the ability to enrapture a soul; in the simple form of books.


By: Paulynne Barrientos,  9 St. Bernadette