okay so, i thought of pursuing this space rather than to abandon it. for one, it has been my domicile and for two, it has been my road to the writing street:)
i'd like you to pay attention as i put into typing what has been on my mind since the other night. i couldn't find time until today.
here it goes...
it's summer, the last day of april, and the last day of school i had for that week. the day before that, i met my teacher at a fast food chain and greeted her. she was one to hone me, the part of me that is articulate and a fluent speaker of this language, the part of me made creative in writings and literary compositions. and then she informed me about my High School Yearbook. i got excited then...
out of the blue the sudden excitement faded, the smile turned into a frown. i gasped. i told myself i was getting old. one academic year had passed and there was nothing to freak out about. i thought again... i was an incoming sophomore in college, then.
right after my last class that friday i went to visit my home. the place was empty but solemn. right at the portals, one security guard (i think he's new) didn't recognize me. so he was a bit cold in welcoming me. i went straight ahead and met another security guard where i was instructed to log in. she recognized me so well and told my companion how kind i am. the simple "mabait yan siya" (she's kind) overwhelmed me.
then i moved forward, passed by the gym where i marched during graduation. nothing changed, though... and a little bit ahead i met our school bus driver. at a few distance, he also recognized me and flashed a smile. when i was nearer he asked me why i was there and i told him about the yearbook. it was so nice of him to lead the way...
finally, i reached the canteen... specifically at the books' section where i could claim my yearbook. without a word, again, the canteen lady recognized me and handed me the yearbook. she didn't even bother to check my receipt. then we had a little chitchat and she told me i'm still that beautiful student she knew back then... i turned my back when i heard someone calling me. it was our school cook. she very well knew of my favorite cuisine in the school and told me to come back and have some of it.
eventually, i walked past my old classroom. i walked as slowly as possible because i didn't want time to bring me back to reality. memories played like a streaming video in my mind. good old memories. i sighed. i was near the gate again... one last glimpse of my alma mater and then i bid farewell.
the reminiscence did not end that way... and one sensible reflection entered my mind. i made a name in that school. a name out of myself. not out of attachments such as achievements and possessions. they remembered me for me and not for what i did and had done. i am popular and known to be the person i am.. and then i was back to reality again... back to being older than a senior in high school.:)
