The Eye Of Truth: Professor Eiza Cullen

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

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

ut 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

he 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. She

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

ll 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