History muna daw oh! Flash back........

even before my parents send me to school way back 1994, they used to initially practice how I handle my thick black pencil with my right hand and I carefully try to imitate lines and circles------big circle, small circle, right slanting line, left slanting line, horizontal line then followed by Aa, Bb, Cc etc... and try to initially write on a 1/2 crosswise sheet of paper with red,blue,red lines.. 

first few tries I guess are crookedly done... then I have to repeat the entire processes until I was able to write my name....my full name ---> JOSELINA ESTANISLAO ESPINOSA

my parents especially my mom used to tell me that I was never so studious during my early years.  She even needed to quit from her business because I used to say (daw) that I won't study unless she focuses on me..so she did and I entered kindergarten.. (Possessive eh!) 

My family and relatives told me a lot of stories about my childhood years, though I don't exactly remember any of them. Only pictures of me proved that their side of story really do exist(hehehehe). They said, I was so "makulit" when I was young. I started walking at exactly 1 year old and I am already partying with the crowd--composed mainly of our relatives, neighbors and my kababata (childhood friends) of course; I even started talking straight and even cursing (PI-as instructed by my male cousins) when I was 1 year and 3 months old. I used to sing and dance on top of the table and I don't even care about dissecting balut (duck egg)---this makes them think that I might become a doctor someday. They said I am not into eating the yellow part of the Balut but I am more particular with the "sisiw".. (Hehehe) My mom used to  in a canteen in front of a school here in Pasig and she was so busy in her small business that she would usually let my aunts and lolo and Lola take good care of me when she gets busy in the canteen. These experiences made me more socially interactive as a growing child. 

During my Kindergarten(KG), I became part of the dance club. I was the only one among 100 plus students of the DayCare center who happened to dance in both production numbers of Set A and  B during our field demonstration activity in Kapitolyo Center now Capitol Commons. I was originally part of SET A class and rendered a Hawaiian dance while Set B rendered the Cariñosa. Don't be impressed by the fact that I did both dance numbers. It only happened because another student backed out when the costume was already available because they cannot pay for it so Teacher B was doomed. Teacher A (My kindergarten teacher)  in her hope to help a colleague, immediately approached my mom and asked her if she could pay for the dress available because my teacher knew that I used to also watch the Cariñosa practice and even knew the steps well because my Mom used to fetch me late    in school and was even sent to the Principal's office because of me ranting and saying PI out of my annoying state of being fetched late and missing my favorite TV show. Uggghh!. 

So my mom paid and I danced.. feeling sikat daw since my Mom was always the topic of the other moms because my mom used to be so pretty and lucky at the same time because she has a successful business, a husband abroad and a child like me... She was even preggy with my younger sister during that time. 

During my early months in KG, I knew I am not into drawing/sketching. I still remember the time that I used to trick our deaf Janitor named David to come and help me draw objects that the teacher would like us to copy from the board and identify the ugly sticks of dog, cat, chair, pen, notebook etc.What I am really good at is in writing my name since we have it practiced even before I go to school hehehehee..(andaya di ba?). I am also good in reading the Abakada because they used to have me practice reading the Abakada (yes, the yellow leaflets still sold today).  I used to practice the same set with my mom and dad but I have this single experience with my Dad that when I have mistaken by b with d and interchange names, he slapped me on my right cheek etching red marks of his hand on my right face for a couple of days.

In KG, the ultimate test to pass the level is to make sure that one can read well. Imagine that I was slapped for being bobo as I used to commit b and d errors.

Few days passed, my teacher told me that I will be part of the reading test and we needed to read in front of the owner of the school and their administrators....I got so nervous during the test and the result?----I committed the same error----the b and d sucks! but my teacher knew me well and believed in me and she knew that I knew how to read and I can actually read well so she let me graduate. 

however, still, I sucked in the oral reading test that it instantly knocked me off from the list of top ten students in class and I graduated without honors in KG. This was also the first and last time that my dad joined in my graduation ceremony and never he did again after such.

At a very young age, I happened to have that guilt feeling of not having graduated with honors. So my mom chose to send me in a private school where my being "sutil" may be suppressed so I can focus on my studies. my parents would regularly say... "NagtaTrabaho kami para sa iyo, para sa kinabukasan mo!" So it goes...aral-aral talaga Ako... But not a single ideas to why I need to and why should I study. 

In short, suntok sa Buwan. just like this post. I don't know where this blog would lead me. I just know I have to and I can't stop my fingers from typing at this very hour of the morning when everyone is sleeping.. ;)