This morning Mama Jass, our class hamster just died. It was a good hamster; inspite the fact that it stunk up our teacher's desk, we've always loved the little booger. It was one of the only memoirs of our dear ex-short-lived-homeroom adviser.

Honestly, we never really appreciated the presence of our homeroom adviser. In fact, she annoyed us. Never was a day did we not complain about her & argue with her. I was surprised when her resignation was announced. She was leaving & yet I didn't know if I'm supposed to be happy about it or sad. A feeling of guilt crept up my spine. I recall one of the few days we had with her. We were having a diagnostic test that day & I finished early because I shot-gunned my DT. Out of boredom, I took my sketch pad out w/o permission, & I knew it was illegal, so I doodled away. She approached me, took a look at my sketch pad, took it & said "These are really good." -I was expecting her to confiscate it- "You know, I remember one of my students back in Poveda. She drew just like you. She was very good; intelligent, was top of the class & was class president." -To be honest, this story inspired me to study harder. I can fool around but I have to make sure my grades are high. If her student made it, then so can I.

Miss Jass has left our class, has left our school & is about to leave the country. Her flight is tomorrow morning & now that she's leaving, I'm beginning to realize how great a teacher she is. No teacher has ever appreciated my art the way she has. I'm really gonna miss her inspite all the confusion & unneccessary assignments she's given us.