Beatriz climbed the highest floor of our high school building.
She did not need to. She has her room at the seventh floor, which was the second highest floor, so she did more few strides. Not too much, you may think. But for me it was too much. She was climbing these extra stairs for me to graduate high school.
I’m not academically challenged. I have good, no, I have great grades. In fact, I’m lined up to get honors with the graduating class. I was in the top section for all my high school years. I may not have a good conduct but had a good grasp of academics.
That’s it, I did not have character during those times. I was getting grades as a boy scout during my senior years and I took that for granted. One Friday when I was required to suit up the scouting uniform, I was caught by the Faculty coordinator of Boy Scouts not wearing the green and white. He told me that I won’t received a grade in the following period thus downstairs rolled my high school graduation. I have no recourse but to ask for another opportunity but he was not taking my pleads.
I have no vivid memory on how Ms. Beatriz Karagdag came into the picture. She was my junior high school class adviser so she did not have any business looking after me. She should have not taken those extra steps. But I guess, she heard somehow that potentially I will not march in March.
She overcame those stairs and spoke with the Faculty coordinator. She spent those moments trying to justify that I will not squander another crack, if given. At the end of the discussion, she got what she came for and I got my second chance.
And I graduated high school, to become a college campus missionary because a teacher cared. To become to the only Professional Electrical Engineer of my class because a teacher climbed up the stairs. She went beyond her level, to be where I am now, because Beatriz took those extra steps.