Dear Ms. Bucoy,
I knew writing you is impossible. I thought its like writing without forming any symbol.
In our class last year, you brought me to the realm of words. But before that, you prepared me– like an army for a battle– because words are aggressive. It was a familiar place! But that was the time I realize no one can survive there unprepared– without a full armor and a weapon.
My armor is my consciousness and my weapon is my mightier-than-sword pen.
I am proud since I survived and won the battle. And now, you are bringing me to the realm of sentences.
I trust how you use those words– which you captured from your own battle when you were at my age. Now you have stars on your shoulders.
I also have my captures using my self-researched map to locate them when I’ve been in the realms of words and now I’m looking forward to use them in the realm of sentences.
Your wisdom is my torch to light my dark paths. I always carry those words you gave me that I may not be lost.
I pledge my allegiance to the flag of poetry as I pledge it to your instructions that will lead me to put life into my own words.
It is a privilege to avail the intensive training under you, General. I will not forget every single detail– even the Morse Code.
Your trainee,
K. M. Vacarizas
