"Actually, I am your Class Adviser.", Mrs Carmen Morales told our class after being introduced as our General Chemistry Laboratory Teacher. To which we responded with a round of applause. Ma'am Menchu or Mamu, as she was fondly called, was a tutor who would put any student at ease. When she saw how badly our class did in our titration experiment, she devoted some time to understand where we were at and gave us a chance to improve our work. Indeed, we did it well the second time!
Regarded by our class as a mother, we surprised her by giving her a cake on her birthday. She was quite absorbed then on her desk in the lab when Bubong Antonio (one of my classmates) approached her, saying "Ma'am, happy birthday!" and handed her the cake. She screamed when she saw the cake! She didn't keep the cake for herself; she shared it with us.
Although she only taught us in first year, I would greet her every time I meet her in the corridor. During my graduation, she was one of the teachers who congratulated me.
In November 1997, a year and a semester after graduating, we met again as colleagues. On my first day, I bumped into her while on my way to the faculty room. She was going to a lesson with Mr Ramil Layco (RIP), another former teacher. She asked Mr Layco to go ahead so she could speak to me. Looking at her eyes, I saw how happy she was to see me. We co-taught Biochemistry Lab that semester. Like when I started as a student, she put me at ease once more as I started to teach in the University. She shared me her notes in General, Organic, Bio-Organic, and Biochemistry. When I started my graduate studies in Chemistry Education, I wanted her to be my thesis adviser since that was her specialization. However, this did not materialize.
She was fun to be with. During my first Christmas Party in the faculty, we both sang Bituing Marikit, however we were not able to finish the song because of the laughter and giggle from the audience and from both of us. During one of the Faculty Club's get-together, we were dance partners in Todo Todo Cha-cha. We finished the dance this time!
Apart from social events at work, we also served together in some of the Masses in the UST Chapel - as part of the choir or as lectors/commentators.
Because of my high regard for and closeness with her, Nidz and I asked Ma'am Menchu to be one of the principal sponsors in our wedding. She graciously accepted it. Even when I migrated to the UK, I kept in touch with Ninang Menchu. "Don't despair", were her words of encouragement when I told her the difficulties I encountered during my first months abroad looking for a job. I took that to heart and persevered. If I am not mistaken, she was one of the first people I informed when I finally got a job. In our conversations via Messenger, I would tell her my experiences in teaching in the UK and how I admire her time management skills during experiments. She expressed satisfaction that I am still teaching.
Despite her illness, she told me that she has "put everything in God's hands".
Our last conversation was on December 23, when she thanked me for the e-card I sent her and wished me a Merry Christmas. I was shocked to learn that she has passed away so suddenly on January 7.
Two of the lessons in life that she taught me on separate occasions are: (1) At the end of our lives, we will make an accounting before God; and, bearing this in mind, we should (2) Aspire for the reward that only God could give.
Ninang Menchu, thank you for being a loving godmother, friend, colleague, and teacher. Your maternal care, warmth, laughter, generosity, wisdom, and zest for life will be deeply missed. You entrusted everything to God. May you now enjoy the reward of eternal happiness, healing, and peace which only He could give. We love you!









There have been recent events that have made me realize the Beauty that is God. In his Confessions, St Augustine called God as “Beauty so ancient and so new”.
Closer to home, a new member of the Samaniego-Albano Clan was born on Thursday 26 January 2011: Stella Gianna, Gio(my brother) and Marcia’s first daughter. 