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Santos was born in Tondo, Manila, on March 22, When Santos started school, the Philippines was already a colony of the United States and instruction was in English. In his early attempts at creative writing, Santos developed an ear for three kinds of communication: Pampango in the songs his mother sang at home; English in the poems and stories his teacher read at school; and Tagalog in the street life of the Tondo slums. Santos left for America in September as a pensionado scholar of the Philippine Commonwealth government. When war broke out in December, he found Bienvenido N.

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The usual fifteen-minute program bases on the theme-this morning the theme was loyalty-followed the brief ritual of raising the colors atop a tall pole in front of the high school building. It was a freshmen program. Then a youth gave a brief talk on loyalty. The program was climaxed by the patriotic pledge, recited slowly and in unison. The new teacher was impressed.

He said he like it-the song, even the speech, everything. And the other teachers smiled and talk briefly to one another as they watch the first period classes file down, the corridors in orderly fashion. A sudden quiet fell on the class as everybody stared at the new teacher. The class was particularly bright section, especially in English.

Fred, the leader, was president of the class. He wrote perfect themes and walk with a limp. He was fond of short stories and short girls like Conchita. Conchita was a candidate for valedictorian.

She knew all the rules in grammar, but somehow or other she could not write as well as Fred. It was said that two exchange love letters that were veritable master piece. They never look at each other in class. There was other several other brilliant students. Maria, for example, who spoke like a debater and declaimed formula in mathematics; Javier, who was the extemporaneous speaker in class spite of a voice which sounded like a foghorn.

He had a temper of a genius. Gloria in particular thought he was a genius. She was a young girl who believed in power of music and the survival of democracy. And there was Sion, perpetual guardian of a perpetually empty treasury. Her ambition in life was to get rid of her shyness and her pimples. And there was Belen,. But that remains to be proved. Then he calmly conducted the recitation. And it was a quiet class, that first day. Fred did not say anything. He simply sat his biting lips meditatively.

Conchita look at the teacher as if he were a difficult problem in mathematics. Sion was blushing, embarrassed by his own thoughts. Maria fidgeted, and only Javier managed to talk coherently in his foghorn voice. Arsenio L. I am an Ilocano. Class dismissed. It was like proving their worth with a vengeance.

Torres should have been impressed, but he was not. He took it all, the perfect lessons, as quit routinely. Often question are asked just to make him commit but he never blundered. When he taught the shorter poems in there literature, he kept his books closed.

He knew them by heart. But he did not act as if he was proud of this feat. He acts as if it were expected of him or of anybody who taught the poems. That was one thing clearly wrong with him. He had no enthusiasm about anything he did. When they studied the poem, Mr. Torres would tell them in his impersonal way that the author wrote other great poems. He would recite for memory lined from poetry. The class would listen without comprehending.

So the students who have sought to impress their teacher were themselves impressed. It was evident that Mr. Torres had mastered his subject. He had a wide background. But there was something about him and his ways that like a barrier between him and his students. He was too impersonal, too aloof, like a proud god forced to walk among the poor mortals. Maybe it was only indifference or preoccupation with something which he kept a secret, but nobody among those under him tried or cared to find out.

To him laughter in classroom was a crime. The atmosphere in his class was oppressive with learning, assignments, and references. It was always a relief on the part of the students to hear the bell after 40 minutes of academic torture in the approved Torres manner. Torres be like the other teachers-affable, pleasant, and full of humor?

During the latter part of August, there were days when Mr. Torres did not report to class. His students were pleased. Such occasions called for celebrations. Some of the students even hoped Mr. Torres would stay away from class even longer than a day at a time. That was how they felt about unpopular teachers, and Mr. Torres was very unpopular. Nobody notice the change in Mr.

Even the class failed to realize there was something wrong with the teacher. He had grown paler, and his lips were always tightly pressed as if he were enduring some lingering pain. Everybody thought he was working hard, or was worried about his family.

They heard his family had come to town. But nobody even saw his wife and children. Nobody cared. You have about 12 days to prepare. The other sections had at least one month to prepare. What kind of a program can we put up after 12 days preparation? Torres said, a stern finality in his tone. Torres asked. Most of the names mentioned were those boys and girls who could not carry a tune. They protest and blushed. Some grew angry. The class was very noisy.

Torres shouted, rapping the table impatiently. Ester and Gloria will sing a duet. Fred, you will give a talk about courage. Any song you choose will do.

And on the day of program I want everybody to wear white. I like white. The boys said they preferred khaki. That was all that could be said about the program now that the recitation had begun. For all this seeming indifference, Mr. Torres took quite an interest in the program. Daily before the recitation he would ask the students how they were getting along.

Maria could not get the class together for rehearsal. She kept on changing the song for the chorus. The class sang every song she chose without feeling. When Mr.

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You are on page 1of 2 Search inside document Courage by Bienvenido N. Santos A story that portrays how easy it is to pass judgment about other people without first trying to understand them; while some find strength in their courage to endure all. The class of Section A did not like their new adviser, Mr. Arsenio L. He was quiet, distant and he never smiled. Their excellent performance, however, went unacknowledged. Much the students did not understand about Mr.

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The usual fifteen-minute program bases on the theme-this morning the theme was loyalty-followed the brief ritual of raising the colors atop a tall pole in front of the high school building. It was a freshmen program. Then a youth gave a brief talk on loyalty. The program was climaxed by the patriotic pledge, recited slowly and in unison. The new teacher was impressed.

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Santos A story that portrays how easy it is to pass judgment about other people without first trying to understand them; while some find strength in their courage to endure all. The class of Section A did not like their new adviser, Mr. Arsenio L. He was quiet, distant and he never smiled. Their excellent performance, however, went unacknowledged.

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