| | Anton starts by telling them the history wrapped in story | |
| | | the children look over the material given them, | |
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| | they listen politely but intently to Anton | |
| | | on the board is a very clear graph of each ancient letter and their sound | |
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| | | the magic begins. they are in rapt attention | |
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| | they've learned something that was once their own | |
| | | anton asks for a volunteer to write his/her name | |
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| | they write awkwardly at first | |
| | | then they exhibit an eagerness, the handwriting now flows | |
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| | the curls she drew were so natural as if she knew it all along | |
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| | he was delighted to write his name in ancient script | |
| | | its inspiring to see students eager to learn | |
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| | notice the line. anton asked for only a few, everybody volunteered | |
| | | many times anton would extol them never to forget their ancient writing | |
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| | under his watchful eyes they wrote with a flourish | |
| | | a mistake was gently corrected | |
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| | but they persisted and enjoyed it | |
| | | just a half hour ago, these letters seemed intimidating | |
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| | anton had these kids in a spell | |
| | | the teachers wanted to learn too | |
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| | she seemed distant in the beginning, now an avid writer | |
| | | this boy came back to write, but not his name | |
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| | anton was almost choked with emotion | |
| | | the boy wrote to anton "mabuhay ka" | |
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| | anton distributing the bamboo slivers with a love poem in script | |
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| | | all the way he tells them never to forget ancient writing | |
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| | i wish we could have a hundred thousand more of these teachers | |
| | | we'd have a bright future | |
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| | a mangyan chants the writing on bamboo, students enchanted | |
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