Last December 12, 2006, my classmates and I went to the Department of Agriculture or DA to do some research regarding our Social Science project. We are seven in the group but only five of us were able to go there.
Before we went there, my father already told me that we must have a letter or note from our teacher since it is a government office. Obviously, the letter should have the teacher’s signature. This is to make sure that we are permitted by our teacher to go there.
I didn’t mind about what my father had said since some of my classmates have been to a government office and they were not even asked for any permit from their teacher. They were accompanied only by an adult. They were immediately entertained by the employees there.
For this reason, we went to the Department of Agriculture at M. Velez Street without any permit from our teacher. When we arrived there, two friendly guards gave us Visitor ID’s. All of us were very excited. I can feel it! We planned to take pictures there so we asked permission from some of the employees. They told us to go to the secretary of the director. We went to the secretary. And lo, she asked us for a permit. Oh no! What am I going to do? The secretary gave us a one-fourth piece of paper. On it was written the name of the director and the address of the DA.
We started writing a letter to the director but we have a problem. The letter must be noted and signed by our teacher! So, someone from our group must go back to UPHS Campus and ask a teacher to sign it. I was very worried since the Department of Agriculture is a bit far from UPHS Campus. But for our project’s sake, Mark, one of my group mates went back to UPHS Campus.
Fortunately, Mark came back to DA with the signature of Madame Baltazar on the one-fourth sheet of paper that was given to us a while ago. We submitted the paper to the secretary but she told us that the paper is only a scratch. We must write the letter on a bond paper. It must be “formal” because the director will get angry if the letter submitted to him is not FORMAL. We were very astonished and at the same time worried. Why didn’t I use my head! I’m a very dull person! We are going to write a letter to a director of a government office and we’ll just give him a one-fourth sheet of paper!
After a short while, the secretary went out from her room and saw us. She told us that the teacher who signed the paper is a dull one. According to her, that teacher who signed the paper does not deserve to be a teacher especially at the secondary level. The secretary doesn’t know the person she is referring to. She didn’t know that the teacher who signed the paper is Professor Purita Baltazar, the PRINCIPAL of the UNIVERSITY OF THE PHILIPPINES HIGH SCHOOL. She asked us the name of the school we came from. We answered her that we are students from UP. She was amazed. She told us that she felt very pity on us. We are UPians and we are not even using our heads! What an INSULT! This was the very first time that I felt humiliated! I really want to talk back to her but I controlled my temper. I blamed myself about what had happened. IF I ONLY LISTENED TO MY FATHER, THIS WILL NOT HAPPEN TO US!
Before we went there, my father already told me that we must have a letter or note from our teacher since it is a government office. Obviously, the letter should have the teacher’s signature. This is to make sure that we are permitted by our teacher to go there.
I didn’t mind about what my father had said since some of my classmates have been to a government office and they were not even asked for any permit from their teacher. They were accompanied only by an adult. They were immediately entertained by the employees there.
For this reason, we went to the Department of Agriculture at M. Velez Street without any permit from our teacher. When we arrived there, two friendly guards gave us Visitor ID’s. All of us were very excited. I can feel it! We planned to take pictures there so we asked permission from some of the employees. They told us to go to the secretary of the director. We went to the secretary. And lo, she asked us for a permit. Oh no! What am I going to do? The secretary gave us a one-fourth piece of paper. On it was written the name of the director and the address of the DA.
We started writing a letter to the director but we have a problem. The letter must be noted and signed by our teacher! So, someone from our group must go back to UPHS Campus and ask a teacher to sign it. I was very worried since the Department of Agriculture is a bit far from UPHS Campus. But for our project’s sake, Mark, one of my group mates went back to UPHS Campus.
Fortunately, Mark came back to DA with the signature of Madame Baltazar on the one-fourth sheet of paper that was given to us a while ago. We submitted the paper to the secretary but she told us that the paper is only a scratch. We must write the letter on a bond paper. It must be “formal” because the director will get angry if the letter submitted to him is not FORMAL. We were very astonished and at the same time worried. Why didn’t I use my head! I’m a very dull person! We are going to write a letter to a director of a government office and we’ll just give him a one-fourth sheet of paper!
After a short while, the secretary went out from her room and saw us. She told us that the teacher who signed the paper is a dull one. According to her, that teacher who signed the paper does not deserve to be a teacher especially at the secondary level. The secretary doesn’t know the person she is referring to. She didn’t know that the teacher who signed the paper is Professor Purita Baltazar, the PRINCIPAL of the UNIVERSITY OF THE PHILIPPINES HIGH SCHOOL. She asked us the name of the school we came from. We answered her that we are students from UP. She was amazed. She told us that she felt very pity on us. We are UPians and we are not even using our heads! What an INSULT! This was the very first time that I felt humiliated! I really want to talk back to her but I controlled my temper. I blamed myself about what had happened. IF I ONLY LISTENED TO MY FATHER, THIS WILL NOT HAPPEN TO US!
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