07/09/2025
"๐๐๐ฌ๐ฌ๐จ๐ง๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ญ ๐๐จ๐ง'๐ญ ๐
๐ข๐ญ ๐ข๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐๐จ๐ญ๐๐๐จ๐จ๐ค"
Every morning feels like a duel. Not against classmates, not against exams, but against the stranger staring back at me in the mirror. That stranger wears the same uniform, the same tired smile, yet whispers the same old doubts: โYouโre not enough. Youโll never be.โ
Inside the classroom, the battle continues. My hand twitches, wanting to rise whenever the teacher asks a question, but my courage never follows. My voice hides somewhere in my chest, muffled by the fear of mistakes, laughter, and judgment. And so I shrink into my seat, letting opportunities pass me by, convinced that silence is safer than failure.
But then, the one who scribbles โGood jobโ in your paper that feels warmer than the sun; the one who calls my name to recite, not to embarrass me, but to give me a chance to be heard; and the one whose nod, smile, or simple recognition breaks the chain around my voice; remind me that sometimes, courage begins with someone who believes in you.
And so, this month, letโs once again honor our teachers who taught us not just how to memorize, but how to live with purpose in life. ๐๐ฎ๐ฝ๐ฝ๐ ๐ง๐ฒ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฒ๐ฟ๐' ๐ ๐ผ๐ป๐๐ต!
To the terror teacher who makes us tremble at the sight of an index card; to the life adviser whose words echo even outside the classroom; and to the joker who proves that laughter is also a kind of wisdom, our snappiest salute!
Youโve shown us lessons far greater than any textbook: how to stay ๐๐ช๐ข๐๐ก๐, how to spark ๐๐ง๐๐๐ฉ๐๐ซ๐๐ฉ๐ฎ, how to build ๐๐ค๐ฃ๐๐๐๐๐ฃ๐๐, and how to live with ๐ข๐ค๐ง๐๐ก๐๐ฉ๐ฎ.
๐๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฅ๐ด ๐ฃ๐บ ๐๐ถ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ญ๐บ๐ฏ ๐. ๐๐ช๐ญ๐ญ๐ฆ๐จ๐ข๐ด & ๐๐ข๐ต๐ฉ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐๐ข๐ด๐ข๐ฃ๐ถ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ข
๐๐ถ๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ข๐ต ๐ฃ๐บ ๐๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ช๐ฆ๐ญ๐ญ๐ฆ ๐๐ฃ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฐ
