i lived in fear. no, i did not have abusive parents. even if i did, i could easily go to the phone and dial bantay bata 911. i lived in fear because of a certain PE teacher. she was quite possibly the meanest teacher i have ever had. why? simple, she hates me. she hates me for not being athletic. she hates me for not becoming an OS. and most importantly, she hates me because i answer back. let's get organized. let's focus first on the first reason i gave. to say it plainly, i suck at sports. i have no hand-eye coordination to speak of and i have two left feet. she cursed me because of this. i was horrible at volleyball, barely tolerable at basketball, and quite stiff while dancing. i hated the school for making us take up PE. i thought physical education was to keep you physically fit. not bring your grades down. which brings me to the second reason i gave. she hates me for not ever being able to be an OS. my classmates say its just tough love. i say its just tough. she told my mother that she has squeezed out all the possible resources for me to make the grade. (note: i always meet the average to become an OS but she just had to make my grade an 84) lets see...for grade one, i wasn't an OS because i was a new student and knew nothing about the morning exercises the old students did. grade 2, here she comes. i didn't become an OS. grade 3, she was my adviser...iyes, i have rotten luck. grade four, free of her at last. i become an OS. through the fifth and sixth grade she followed me...and i didn't become an OS. what does that tell us? thanks, you evil creature, for ruining my life. i hope you don't find it too hot in hell because we all know that you're a sweaty pig. this is harsh, but what can i say? she made me cry so much in front of my classmates, made me regret for so many days why i didn't do better, made me endure my mother's disapproving glances and my father's you'll-get-em-next-time pats. i hate you. i will never appreciate what you have done for me. you made me live in fear. you killed me. the saying goes "what doesn't kill you, makes you stronger". a part of me died. the part of me that had high hoped for PE. the part of me that knew i could do it. but i'll give you one thing though, you sure made me shut up and listen. i am so thankful that i managed to escape your clutches. because if i didn't, i wouldn't be the OS i am now today.

P.S. have i mentioned her name? good. i never ever wanna speak of her again. but i know i'll never forget her, no matter what i do.