By: Francisca R. Johnson
January 13, 2004
I am writing about my relationships with my teacher and the students from “Escola Secondary Cesaltina Ramos”. Since I started the first grade I had the same teacher until I got to the 11th grade. Her name was Daniel Barros. Daniel wasn’t a teacher, she was our mother. I remember in the 11th grade when her son had to go to Europe and she had to take him there. That year, nobody felt like going to school. I t was the hardest time in school for all the students from “ Escola Secondary Cesaltina Ramos” in Cape Verde, West Africa.
The teacher that came over to replace Daniel stayed and taught the 12th grade. He was a very tall and big guy that we never saw before. It was even kind of scary and distracting for us, but since we were strong students, we handled it.
We were 16 students in our class. However, it’s been a long time now. Some of us are in Europe, some in Africa and others are all over the globe. However, we still communicate with each other. We still call each other “brothers and sisters”. Even now we have a web site on the Internet where sometimes we chat or post our pictures and our poetry just to show love and proof of our good relationship.
Even though we don’t have a lot of money, we do the best saving we can to send money to our former school every two years. All of us are happy and proud to do it and we keep hoping that God will give us more to help our former school more.
I miss “Escola Secondary Cesaltina Ramos”. I miss all my friends. I miss Daniel Barros who I never heard anything about how she’s doing but I am always hoping that I will hear from her someday.
Although the Ocean took us all over the globe with good memories but it will never stop me from loving where I came from and missing all those who I loved.