I miss my highschool days in st. scho...
posting what was written in our '98 yearbook
5..7..12.. years. It doesn't feel as if it's enough. Especially the last four. Time passes by too quickly,faster than a New York minute, when you’re having fun. If you try to reach back into the deepest recesses of your mind, the life you've had would only seem like a blur (not unless you’re Will Hunting). Memories on top of each other, idealistic dreams blending with reality. One big choice haze with no beginning nor an end. Except for the radiant stardust we left in the best place we've ever been to - High School...
You and your friends are hanging out in your favorite tambayan, one of the mahogany trees. You were chatting excitedly about your new crush when the bell cuts you in the middle of your sentence. Your pals say "bye-bye" as they run to Troika Hall. And then you realize with a start that your first classroom for today is-gasp! - 311.
Zoom! You run like an Olympic sprint champion up the flights of stairs. You were in such a hurry; you fail to notice that there was still one more step to go. You trip over it and you now have a brand new bruise with five colors (blue, black, violet, red, and green) to add to your collection of school-related injuries. Not to mention the brain damage you got from Physics, Algebra, and Trigonometry.
Rrring! – Part 2. You're late. Again.
Now you stand at the very end of a perpetual line to the CSA's office. Why, you're just outside room 201.
"Anywhere is..."
After finishing your Physics assignment and elective report, you and your equally stressed-out barkada run to the cutlet steak stall - when you realize that the only thing you can eat from that store are pieces of onion and smearing of sauce. Sigh. Next stop, Pumpernickels - still no food that will be able to satisfy your excruciating hunger pangs. You jump from stall to stall, until you find yourself buying the same lunch you’ve had for the past 2 ½ weeks – saba con yelo.
"Anywhere is."
"Get her!"
You scamper away from the hot spot and hide behind a big trash can. The OPLAN:NO SWEAT has been going on for an hour, and so far, you've heard that a girl's been injured before the first 10 minutes were up, a platoon’s been defeated, two platoons have become mortal enemies fighting to the death, and some teachers have been arguing. As silently as you could, you creep towards a girl wearing the enemy's color. You snatch her hanky and show her your badge - 4-star general.
"Anywhere is."
You just can't believe it. Well, who can? It's finally graduation. The day which you were anxious to even dream about. The mass and commencement exercises proper passed you by like a haze. Even with your loyalty medal and diploma, you still feel so. Kulasa. You struggle to keep back the flood of tears because you don't want to ruin your make-up. But you can't, you just can't. You feel as if once you step out of St. Scho, you’d be lost - and gone forever. You break away from the recessional line and run off to hug your best friends. "I'm going to miss you", you cry. "Where will you study?" "Abroad," she answers, crying herself. You want to open your eyes from this nightmare because you will absolutely refuse to believe this is real. She is going so far away... "Goodbye," you choke. Will I ever see you again?
"Anywhere is."
"Go St. Scho!" you yell. "S-S-S-S-S-T-S-C-H-O!" Well, there's nothing like the good old Kulasa voice when cheering for your schoolmate. It's a built-in megaphone and sound system in one.
Suddenly, the game stops. Everyone is staring at you as though you were mad. "What did you say?" a player asks. "I dare you to say it again!" "I was cheering for St. Scho!" you retort. "Now, what's wrong with cheering for your school?" "Because," yells the girl, "you're not in St. Scho anymore!" She throws the ball at you and it hits you square in the face-hard. You are stunned, and you clumsily sprawl backwards on the floor. "Hey, are you okay?" asks the guy beside you. Guy??? But-. We're all girls here aren’t we? You open your eyes and look around. Your team is not the blue-and-white squad you’ve once cheered your lungs out for. Your barkada is not the bunch of friends you used to hang out with in one of the mahogany trees. And there are boys - real ones, not wannabes. Your head spins, your mind feels blank. You are aching all over not only because of the impact, but also because you're so confused. "Are you all right?" asks the guy again. But you can't answer. The sudden jolt back to reality is more painful than the hit.
"I'm lost - I'm anywhere else except St. Scho," you whisper.
"Anywhere is--"
Go!! ST. SCHO!!!
5..7..12.. years. It doesn't feel as if it's enough. Especially the last four. Time passes by too quickly,faster than a New York minute, when you’re having fun. If you try to reach back into the deepest recesses of your mind, the life you've had would only seem like a blur (not unless you’re Will Hunting). Memories on top of each other, idealistic dreams blending with reality. One big choice haze with no beginning nor an end. Except for the radiant stardust we left in the best place we've ever been to - High School...
You and your friends are hanging out in your favorite tambayan, one of the mahogany trees. You were chatting excitedly about your new crush when the bell cuts you in the middle of your sentence. Your pals say "bye-bye" as they run to Troika Hall. And then you realize with a start that your first classroom for today is-gasp! - 311.
Zoom! You run like an Olympic sprint champion up the flights of stairs. You were in such a hurry; you fail to notice that there was still one more step to go. You trip over it and you now have a brand new bruise with five colors (blue, black, violet, red, and green) to add to your collection of school-related injuries. Not to mention the brain damage you got from Physics, Algebra, and Trigonometry.
Rrring! – Part 2. You're late. Again.
Now you stand at the very end of a perpetual line to the CSA's office. Why, you're just outside room 201.
"Anywhere is..."
After finishing your Physics assignment and elective report, you and your equally stressed-out barkada run to the cutlet steak stall - when you realize that the only thing you can eat from that store are pieces of onion and smearing of sauce. Sigh. Next stop, Pumpernickels - still no food that will be able to satisfy your excruciating hunger pangs. You jump from stall to stall, until you find yourself buying the same lunch you’ve had for the past 2 ½ weeks – saba con yelo.
"Anywhere is."
"Get her!"
You scamper away from the hot spot and hide behind a big trash can. The OPLAN:NO SWEAT has been going on for an hour, and so far, you've heard that a girl's been injured before the first 10 minutes were up, a platoon’s been defeated, two platoons have become mortal enemies fighting to the death, and some teachers have been arguing. As silently as you could, you creep towards a girl wearing the enemy's color. You snatch her hanky and show her your badge - 4-star general.
"Anywhere is."
You just can't believe it. Well, who can? It's finally graduation. The day which you were anxious to even dream about. The mass and commencement exercises proper passed you by like a haze. Even with your loyalty medal and diploma, you still feel so. Kulasa. You struggle to keep back the flood of tears because you don't want to ruin your make-up. But you can't, you just can't. You feel as if once you step out of St. Scho, you’d be lost - and gone forever. You break away from the recessional line and run off to hug your best friends. "I'm going to miss you", you cry. "Where will you study?" "Abroad," she answers, crying herself. You want to open your eyes from this nightmare because you will absolutely refuse to believe this is real. She is going so far away... "Goodbye," you choke. Will I ever see you again?
"Anywhere is."
"Go St. Scho!" you yell. "S-S-S-S-S-T-S-C-H-O!" Well, there's nothing like the good old Kulasa voice when cheering for your schoolmate. It's a built-in megaphone and sound system in one.
Suddenly, the game stops. Everyone is staring at you as though you were mad. "What did you say?" a player asks. "I dare you to say it again!" "I was cheering for St. Scho!" you retort. "Now, what's wrong with cheering for your school?" "Because," yells the girl, "you're not in St. Scho anymore!" She throws the ball at you and it hits you square in the face-hard. You are stunned, and you clumsily sprawl backwards on the floor. "Hey, are you okay?" asks the guy beside you. Guy??? But-. We're all girls here aren’t we? You open your eyes and look around. Your team is not the blue-and-white squad you’ve once cheered your lungs out for. Your barkada is not the bunch of friends you used to hang out with in one of the mahogany trees. And there are boys - real ones, not wannabes. Your head spins, your mind feels blank. You are aching all over not only because of the impact, but also because you're so confused. "Are you all right?" asks the guy again. But you can't answer. The sudden jolt back to reality is more painful than the hit.
"I'm lost - I'm anywhere else except St. Scho," you whisper.
"Anywhere is--"
Go!! ST. SCHO!!!
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