THE HEROES THAT MADE ME
(A tribute to nine pillars who birthed the reformed "me") Lately, I have fallen into the habit of going down memory lane, often spending time down in the depths of my memories. Sometimes to seek succor from my pain or worries, and sometimes to fuel my happiness. Wednesday, 30th July was one of those days when I traveled down that long road. This time, I went back in time, reviewing a part of my life that holds a large chunk of my memories – my stay in St Louis Grammar School. That night’s reminiscence centered on the various teachers that taught me and how their lives influenced me. Remembering them brought tears to my eyes, as I realized how much I have missed them all. As my usual practice entails, I took my pen and started scribbling down these memories of each of them. I hope that they cherish these memories as much as I do. 1. MRS LADIPO Perhaps, the figure that I miss the most. On paper, she was my Principal from SSS1 to the last term of SSS2. But in my heart, s