Results for her mom is not behind them but i ... translation from English to Tagalog

aako is ashamed of the first page going to school because the rest of the class is not goblets but i am happy because the school is back.. i can study well because there is a teacher willing to tread on our students
ako ay nahihiya sa unang pag pasok sa school dahil hindi kopa mga kilalal ang iba kopang ka klase pero ako ay masaya dahil balik paaralan na ..makakapag aral na ako ng maayos dahil may nag tuturo ng guro na handang tumukong sa among mga mag aaral

i want you to know that i am proud that you have a supportive brother and that i cannot promise you because i want to do it but i know for myself that i will recover from all your sacrifices to me or to know and you know how much i love you and do not worry i am always behind you ready to support everyone especially for your enjoyment and hopefully new ones.
gusto kong malaman mo na proud ako dahil may isang ikaw na supportive kapatid sakin hindi ko man ma pangako sayo dahil para sakin gusto kong gawin pero alam ko sa sarili ko na babawi ako sa lahat ng mga sakripisyo mo sakin o samin at alam mo kong gaano kita ka mahal at wag kang mag alala palagi lng ako nandito sa likod mo na handang sumuporta sa lahat lalo na sa mga kasiyahan mo at sana dika mag bago

my dream in life is to finish my studies here at gigaquit national highschool and get to college. for me though i am not very good at class but it is not a barrier to reach my dream in life i will do everything for my dreams to come true no matter how destitute we are in life but i will work hard to achieve the things i want to reach and achieve to be a soldier.more importantly i have to be courageous in every sub
ang pangarap ko sa buhay ay ang makapagtapos ng aking pag aaral dito sa gigaquit national highschool at makapag kolehiyo. para sa akin kahit hindi ako masyadong magaling sa klasi ngunit hindi ito hadlang para maabot ang aking pangarap sa buhay gagawin ko ang lahat para saikakatupad na aking mga pangarap salat man kami sa buhay pero magsusumikap ako para makamit ko ang mga bagay na gusto kong maabot at makamtan na maging isang sundalo.higit sa lahat kailangan kong maging matapang sa bawat pagsubok ng akung na tatahakin at na way gabayan ako ng ating poong may kapal sa lahat ng aking pangarap

many artists lived in the greenwich village area of new york. two young women named sue and johnsy shared a studio apartment at the top of a three-story building. johnsy's real name was joanna. in november, a cold, unseen stranger came to visit the city. this disease, pneumonia, killed many people. johnsy lay on her bed, hardly moving. she looked through the small window. she could see the side of the brick house next to her building. one morning, a doctor examined johnsy and took her temperature. then he spoke with sue in another room. "she has one chance in -- let us say ten," he said. "and that chance is for her to want to live. your friend has made up her mind that she is not going to get well. has she anything on her mind?" "she -- she wanted to paint the bay of naples in italy some day," said sue. "paint?" said the doctor. "bosh! has she anything on her mind worth thinking twice -- a man for example?" "a man?" said sue. "is a man worth -- but, no, doctor; there is nothing of the kind." "i will do all that science can do," said the doctor. "but whenever my patient begins to count the carriages at her funeral, i take away fifty percent from the curative power of medicines." after the doctor had gone, sue went into the workroom and cried. then she went to johnsy's room with her drawing board, whistling ragtime. johnsy lay with her face toward the window. sue stopped whistling, thinking she was asleep. she began making a pen and ink drawing for a story in a magazine. young artists must work their way to "art" by making pictures for magazine stories. sue heard a low sound, several times repeated. she went quickly to the bedside. johnsy's eyes were open wide. she was looking out the window and counting -- counting backward. "twelve," she said, and a little later "eleven"; and then "ten" and "nine;" and then "eight" and "seven," almost together. sue looked out the window. what was there to count? there was only an empty yard and the blank side of the house seven meters away. an old ivy vine, going bad at the roots, climbed half way up the wall. the cold breath of autumn had stricken leaves from the plant until its branches, almost bare, hung on the bricks. "what is it, dear?" asked sue. "six," said johnsy, quietly. "they're falling faster now. three days ago there were almost a hundred. it made my head hurt to count them. but now it's easy. there goes another one. there are only five left now." "five what, dear?" asked sue. "leaves. on the plant. when the last one falls i must go, too. i've known that for three days. didn't the doctor tell you?" "oh, i never heard of such a thing," said sue. "what have old ivy leaves to do with your getting well? and you used to love that vine. don't be silly. why, the doctor told me this morning that your chances for getting well real soon were -- let's see exactly what he said – he said the chances were ten to one! try to eat some soup now. and, let me go back to my drawing, so i can sell it to the magazine and buy food and wine for us." "you needn't get any more wine," said johnsy, keeping her eyes fixed out the window. "there goes another one. no, i don't want any soup. that leaves just four. i want to see the last one fall before it gets dark. then i'll go, too." "johnsy, dear," said sue, "will you promise me to keep your eyes closed, and not look out the window until i am done working? i must hand those drawings in by tomorrow." "tell me as soon as you have finished," said johnsy, closing her eyes and lying white and still as a fallen statue. "i want to see the last one fall. i'm tired of waiting. i'm tired of thinking. i want to turn loose my hold on everything, and go sailing down, down, just like one of those poor, tired leaves."
c / ang huling dahon ng o henry