The Eye Of Truth: Professor Eiza Cullen

ich fits to describe a word-perfect was she. Yes, our Professor Eiza. I cannot explain how devastated I am hearing

the edge of my cuff. In a second, I brought back my face to the microphone. I tried hard to speak ou

e of Academy’s favorite Professor Eiza Cullen. Not only students, but even all the Professor including the P

Instead, I burst into tears. This was the biggest weakness I al

I spoke out again. And this time I closed my eyes and trie

as a regular was classless, the fish market more surrounding. When Professor Eiza entered our classroom for the first time, I encountered a professor who

re for a long time. It’s because since I saw her at th

pants, amazing height, fair brown skin with no mak

ssroom, and when I saw her walking towards our clas

the way our students get nervous when we walk into a new school. Her red cheeks and shyness in her eyes w

ng her books on the table. She spoke out, ‘Hello! My dear

out loud ‘Welcome Professor Eiza…’ trust me, I did that hoping my class

just the emotion of being thankful has been there. I was a little embarrassed back then when my classmates laughed

rt. Whenever I remember about her this will be the first thing that will pop o

She never discriminated nor did anyone feel low. She was a wonderful person. It is often said that God takes the one who is generous and kind first, so did happen this time as well. He took her away from us. S

me calmly with silent tears streaming down their cheeks. I walked back to m

ill remain close to mourn the untimely demise of the most dedicated and hard-working staff. May her Soul Rest peacefully in Heaven… And she will be brou