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When I went to school, I saw a new girl in our classroom. Her complexion was fair. She had a high-bridged nose and her face was well chiseled.

The teacher called her to introduce herself to the class. She hesitated for a moment and said it would just be a waste of time since, according to her, everybody knows her. But our teacher insisted and she had no choice.

“Hhmmm…I’m Joanne, and I will be your new classmate,” she said in her over pronounced, over-accented and over dictioned words.

During the break, one classmate asked her from what school she came from and she boasted she studied from Xavier. 

Since, she came, Joanne has always been the object of controversy. During our Filipino class, she would speak English. The teacher told her to speak Filipino but she napped that she had the right to choose what language to speak. “Besides,” she added, “Filipino is only for those who belong to the lower class.”

If the teacher will ask the student some question, Joanne would be the first to answer, but alas, her answer is wrong and she would insist that is it right. She would even challenged the teacher about the answer!

There was one time when we were told to form two groups and each group must submit a play. The teacher told us that we have to vote whether we will act it out or not. We submitted to the teacher a 20-page play while Joanne’s group submitted a two-page play.

“Alright, who are in favor that we have a play?” the teacher said. Joanne raised her hands proudly. Eight other hands followed. “That means majority is not in favor of not acting out the play,” the teacher said/

Joanne stood up and yelled, “You know what, all of you, you don’t understand. You don’t understand.” She burst into tears and went out the room. 

Many things happened but the most striking happened during our town fiesta. There was beauty tilt and Joanne was one of the contestants.

Some people murmured that she would be crowned as queen of the town because she got the beauty and she knew English better.

On that fateful night, the moon gleamed on Joanne as she walked across the stage to the master of ceremonies who will ask her a question.

Because of the fairness of her complexion, she almost seemed like a spirit in the moonlight-a goddess of beauty but her crowd knew better than to believe this-she’s a wolf in ewe’s clothing. White as she is, what about her inside appearance?

‘Are you ready for your question?” the emcee asked. “Of course I am always ready,” she said sarcastically. “Well then, here’s your question. Can you explain the proverb ‘Pride goeth before a fall?” 

“Sure, the explanation is quite simple, it means…ahhh.ahhh..ahhh…”

The crowd laughed and she felt that she was in a ship and the crowd was the restless and raging sea- she became quaky and uneasy due to imbalance of her cochlea fluid. She felt butterflies in her empty stomach and moths in her brain. Paranoia overcame her until one thing was certain for Joanne-she slowly fading away-fading away in shame. She was over assuming that she won, but she failed to. She was expecting that she could all the fame!

Moral lesson: Pride goeth before a fall. There are things fall but some destruction are caused by pride.