We Are All Mad Here: January 2012

I found this article I wrote in an old bag of mine. This was written when I was in my fourth year in high school. I think this was published in The Beacon (SBC's official paper). It's unfinished however, I could not find the next page. :( Sorry about my wrong grammar!

February 6, 2008
11.29PM

I finished answering my test early. I put down my pen and covered my paper. I looked outside the window of RM 406. The view seems higher now than before. The houses look like gigantic doll houses, the sky was blue with few cirrus clouds in it. I can see the billboard; I can see the castle-like building over there. I just can't help but feel that in a matter of several weeks, I would be leaving this campus together with my batchmates. As I look back on my freshman year, I realize that it just seems so old now, like I had spent already all of my years here in this school. That's for me, but how about those who had their elementary education in this same institution? How would they react? How would they act?

Half of my life I've been trying to find one, half of my life I've found it here in Saint Bridget College. It's so easy to forget days and dates but it's just too hard to trash away the memories. Four years is a very long span of time but as I think of it now, it seems too short. It makes me feel that I want more, that I should have done better. Can you feel that? ...the desire to lengthen the time or extend our fourth year. If you're a senior, maybe you can also feel this; if you're not, you'll feel this when you reach the final stage of your high school.

Some students find it so dramatic to emote over having to leave this school, some are even excited to graduate and receive their diplomas so they could abandon or escape this school of torment and hardship. Well, you know what? I pity those kinds of students. I pity them because they don't know what high school really means. High school is not about getting one's diploma or certification that he just passed the curriculum. It's not just the stepping stone for college; it's not just years before every vacation.

High school is a time, a place, an event in every senior students' lives. It is the major boundary between being a kid with a tucked-in shirt or stubby dirty fingers and being a teen with fashionable clothes or a more sensible appearance. This is where we began letting others finally know us. It is where the students finally realized that they could not always depend on others. We, seniors, have learned to stand up on our own feet and wipe away the milk on our lips and raise our voices. We began to raise our voice.

Now, I must say, we, seniors, are the BEST. The former fourth year students had their chance and the future will have theirs. But now, it is us who rule the high school department. I am proud to say that we had withstood the trials that have always been there to kick us on our asses since the very first year of high school. We have found solace from our fellow seniors. We have proved that no trouble is big enough to make us stop fighting and sink to the ground.

Yes, not all students who started their first year in this school made it to their fourth still as a Bridgetine. But still I salute them. What they have shown was real. Maybe being a Bridgetine was not their calling but they would always be Bridgetines in their hearts. i know that whatever school they will graduate at, they are having a freaking good time and may God bless them...

...and it ends there. The next page/s is/are missing. Sooooo.. yeah. We, IV-Perseverance (my section in 4th year), just had our reunion last December 23 and 31, 2011. It was A LOT OF FUN. I missed those guys. And I love them so much. Haha. I could not explain how I feel right now. Just... (^_______^)

January 2, 2012
2:12AM