Thanks for the Memories

            Old photographs and places I remember. Just like a dying ember that's burned into my soul. Even though we walk the diamond-studded highways, it’s the country lanes and byways that make us long for home…

            Whenever I see these photographs in wall posts, they always remind me of this song. Of course, who won’t get nostalgic whenever you see those photographs of memories that we had in the past ten months of school? I’m sure you all guys have something to reminisce before we end up this chapter. Those things that made us stumble and fall – things which made us sad and down in the dumps. Those things that brought us in high spirits and things that changed the way of life. They’re all worth remembering, aren’t they?

            I remembered the day when we all gathered in the multi-purpose hall for the annual program for the National Schools Maintenance Week. I saw those same old familiar people in the same old familiar place, so nothing is out of the usual run of things. In fact, everyone is undoubtedly keyed up to another season of classes. And so it happened when it was the third of June to officially start off the regular season.

            I entered the season as an ordinary stud since I haven’t got any accolade to brag about. Seeing old familiar faces from the previous year and a few new acquaintances so I braced myself and got ready to rumble hoping that somehow I will be on the same pedestal like the so-called Elite Ten. But luck hasn’t been so kind to me, so that spot remains as elusive as an NBA Championship.

            But the conquest has yet to unfold by the time when our fate crossed with one of the most dignified mentor in this institution. More than enough knowledge was shared; thousands of ideas were taught. But what is the most significant is the wisdom and motivation. For the past eight months of daily session at four, our young minds were not just instilled with aptitude but nurtured with good manners and right conducts as well. What makes me inspired is the reality check, wherein some points in our lives were talked about in relation to the concerned lesson.

            The flow and harmony of daily discussion really favors me a lot, especially when we were hurled by series of interrogation in which your mind will surely turn upside down and you’ll really have your wrinkles visible. There was this instance when I totally dominate the oral discussion, leaving them with eyes wide open unto me.

            English III not just taught me to be inspired to carry on with my studies but it also taught me how to let go and find the right one. It’s pretty obvious in my previous blogs how sweet and sore it is to feel affection for someone who doesn’t love you the way you love her. Actually, a stupefying revelation was unfurled on our Thursday afternoon class (13 February 2014). She (I will no longer mention her name ‘cause it’s too obvious) was asked who in this class she wanted to give up – and it’s ME. THIS ACTUALLY MADE ME CRY. HOPE THAT SOMEDAY SHE CAN REALIZE HOW PAINFUL IT IS. I LOVED HER MUCH BUT WHAT DID SHE DO IN RETURN?

            Despite what have transpired, I finally found the ONE. YES, SHE’S STILL THE ONE THAT MY HEART SPEAKS AND MY MIND DICTATES. I LOVE HER.

            For that, English III memories will indeed be kept in our hearts and minds and will last for a lifetime. THANKS FOR THE MEMORIES.