HearHERA

by:  Goddess Hera O. Guillergan           The day was so hot that even the sun itself was parched. You could see the evaporating steam from the ceilings of the classroom as well as the steaming temper of the teachers for a very noisy classroom setup. Students’ patience all dried up and the only thing left of their minds was the dismissal. I would always remember this very moment in my elementary life (but not so sure whether what grade I was at that time) was it 3 or 4, but nevermind. My name is Hera and I live in one of the far flung barangays of Janiuay, living traditional ways but are aware of the so-called technological advancement.           I vividly remember that my first encounter with a computer was after our afternoon dismissal. During that time, my mother got promoted from being a grade five teacher to being a Teacher in Charge.So after dismissal I went to her new office which is the Principal's office to help her arran...