My most memorable teacher is our grade 3 teacher named Miss Canlas. She is a small woman with fair skin and a smiling face. What we loved in her was her treatment of her pupils as if we were her friends. We could feel her genuine concern when someone is absent. But the best quality of Miss Canlas is her knack for telling stories. In the afternoon, one hour before dismissal, she would be engaging us in a story hour where some of my classmates would tell theirs, of course some short anecdotes only. But when it is time for Miss Canlas to tell her story, we were all ears. Sometimes her stories are her anecdotes but most of the times she tells of fiction like the local werewolf and other folklore. I remember one story about her relative who had a meat shop, she dreamed she was chopping meat and woke up with blood all over because she was chopping her legs already. So whenever I would read a good fiction story, I would always remember Miss Canlas.