Teka, diba tiga AC ka?!
The thing about studying in such a big school after coming from a school where your graduating class was comprised of 56 people (and the fact that you've been there for more than a decade), is that you can turn out to be one of two kinds of people: either you've gotten way too comfortable in your comfort zone and only want to hang out with your high school friends forever OR you feel this rabid thirst to meet new ones and get to know them all little by little. I was of the latter. Now, three years later, I know more people from my school/because of my school than all the people I've ever known and loved from ages 1-17. It's really, really fun, mostly because I never get bored. Even if you just sit around, someone you know is always going to pop up and entertain you. Also, I've met the best people I've ever known in college, not to mention the worst.
The occurrence that really tickles me is always the same though: I mention something about my high school life (which was co-ed), and someone always asks, surprised, "teka, diba tiga [insert name of well-known high school here] ka?!" I've heard it all: Assumption College, Zobel, Woodrose, Southville (they assume this because I am from the "south" :| way to be creative, guys) OR they ask me what high school I'm from and always face me with a blank stare when I say the words International Christian Academy.
I've compared stories with people hundreds of times, and I really have come to realize that our life in ICA was so different than majority of other people in our social class (for lack of a better term.) There were always less than 30 people in a class, with only two sections per year. The teachers were crazy and fun and liked to talk to us about our love lives. The canteen served bad food, so much so that people went crazy when Domino's opened up a stall there in the latter half of our high school years. The field was basically a huge blank lot with two goals posts at each end, with 1/4 of it dried up so badly, grass was long gone from that side and the earth was cracking. But you know what? Some of the most amazing sunsets I have seen were right there in the ICA field, lying down with my friends after football practice, muddy spikes and all.
Junior year of high school was 4 years ago. I can hardly remember anything. Good thing I dug up a loooot of pictures. This could come up handy for blackmail one day.
John and Anton, my buds (budyguards), who like putting me in the center when we were walking in malls, because it made them feel tall.
at the height of Friendster, we had what we called Jeepster. (Corny I know, but we ate it up.) Basically it's when we would hail down a jeep and rent it to take us to wherever we needed to go.
Spur of the moment trip to tagaytay. I was too scared to go near the edge (lack of height = fear of heights) so I offered to take the picture. I'd have to say that my green Nokia 3660 was what first got me into photography.
Jena and Mich. My very first best friends in the world.
A perfect example of the things we would do in class because we were bored. Sorry, Kristine. He he he.
Our movie poster! Beat that Bea Alonzo and John Lloyd or whatever love team is uso these days.
what we would do in voice class.
I would sincerely like to apologize to Mattie and her doll.
Eric is a part of the dance troupe of UP Manila now. We should've seen it coming.
Reg, Me and Jena at my old house, making pom-poms for our short stint at cheerleaders. Well, me and Jena at least. Reggie was the cheerleading captainnnnn hahahaha.
Joaqui and Jay. We were putting up a production of The Scarlet Letter, and in a co-ed school, the roles can get mixed up a lot. It was a very interesting time. Joaqui, by the way, is wearing my mother's dress.
Reg was freaking out about something, I think. Or, this could have just been any normal day for Reggie.
We were playing "Nanay, Tatay, gusto kong tinapay.." Do you remember that game? I've completely forgotten how to play it.
Rishi, wearing my clips. Please please please do not kill me for digging this up. Hahahaha.
Rishi shaved Joaqui at my house! We should've left him an awkward patch in the middle of his head and never told him about it.
At the stop over after coming from EK. I'm so growing my hair long again.
Some things will remain forever.
Last weekend it dawned of me that all my friends who are seniors right now aren't going to be there next year. And that's because we are going to be the seniors. There's no one above us anymore, so we really are next. Gah. I remember feeling this way four years ago, but this is of course different because after high school there was college, but after college, it's a completely different thing. Some of us will leave for job opportunities abroad. Some of us will become starving artists. Some will go on to become filthy rich by their mid-20s (Hello there, JV Castro.) Who will get married first? Who will have children first? Omgawd is anyone going to get married right after college?! You never know. I look at these pictures I took 4 years ago and I remember how I thought I had it all figured out. College, then law school abroad, then New York. That was it, the 10-year plan. Now here I am, a year away from being slapped by reality, and I can't even figure out where I want to have my OJT/internship this summer. Life is funny, ain't it?
But right now, I'm enjoying my life. Immensely. I love all the strange things that happen in Katipunan at all the weirdest hours. The crazy/annoying/appalling people that you meet. The fact that Ateneo has its own atmosphere (how can it be sunny in my condo, and then raining right across the street?!) And the great conversations I have with people, all day, every day.
I do miss high school. Some parts, at least. And I'm sure I will miss a lot about college, too. But if the next 4 years of life are going to be the same amazing trip as the past 4 have been, then bring it on.
p.s.
I would like to sincerely apologize for this
embarrassingly long entry.
i've been facing the TV for the past umpteen hours
and haven't had a real conversation with anyone,
other than my dog. thank you for listening.
The occurrence that really tickles me is always the same though: I mention something about my high school life (which was co-ed), and someone always asks, surprised, "teka, diba tiga [insert name of well-known high school here] ka?!" I've heard it all: Assumption College, Zobel, Woodrose, Southville (they assume this because I am from the "south" :| way to be creative, guys) OR they ask me what high school I'm from and always face me with a blank stare when I say the words International Christian Academy.
I've compared stories with people hundreds of times, and I really have come to realize that our life in ICA was so different than majority of other people in our social class (for lack of a better term.) There were always less than 30 people in a class, with only two sections per year. The teachers were crazy and fun and liked to talk to us about our love lives. The canteen served bad food, so much so that people went crazy when Domino's opened up a stall there in the latter half of our high school years. The field was basically a huge blank lot with two goals posts at each end, with 1/4 of it dried up so badly, grass was long gone from that side and the earth was cracking. But you know what? Some of the most amazing sunsets I have seen were right there in the ICA field, lying down with my friends after football practice, muddy spikes and all.
Junior year of high school was 4 years ago. I can hardly remember anything. Good thing I dug up a loooot of pictures. This could come up handy for blackmail one day.
John and Anton, my buds (budyguards), who like putting me in the center when we were walking in malls, because it made them feel tall.
at the height of Friendster, we had what we called Jeepster. (Corny I know, but we ate it up.) Basically it's when we would hail down a jeep and rent it to take us to wherever we needed to go.
Spur of the moment trip to tagaytay. I was too scared to go near the edge (lack of height = fear of heights) so I offered to take the picture. I'd have to say that my green Nokia 3660 was what first got me into photography.
Jena and Mich. My very first best friends in the world.
A perfect example of the things we would do in class because we were bored. Sorry, Kristine. He he he.
Our movie poster! Beat that Bea Alonzo and John Lloyd or whatever love team is uso these days.
what we would do in voice class.
I would sincerely like to apologize to Mattie and her doll.
Eric is a part of the dance troupe of UP Manila now. We should've seen it coming.
Reg, Me and Jena at my old house, making pom-poms for our short stint at cheerleaders. Well, me and Jena at least. Reggie was the cheerleading captainnnnn hahahaha.
Joaqui and Jay. We were putting up a production of The Scarlet Letter, and in a co-ed school, the roles can get mixed up a lot. It was a very interesting time. Joaqui, by the way, is wearing my mother's dress.
Reg was freaking out about something, I think. Or, this could have just been any normal day for Reggie.
We were playing "Nanay, Tatay, gusto kong tinapay.." Do you remember that game? I've completely forgotten how to play it.
Rishi, wearing my clips. Please please please do not kill me for digging this up. Hahahaha.
Rishi shaved Joaqui at my house! We should've left him an awkward patch in the middle of his head and never told him about it.
At the stop over after coming from EK. I'm so growing my hair long again.
Some things will remain forever.
Last weekend it dawned of me that all my friends who are seniors right now aren't going to be there next year. And that's because we are going to be the seniors. There's no one above us anymore, so we really are next. Gah. I remember feeling this way four years ago, but this is of course different because after high school there was college, but after college, it's a completely different thing. Some of us will leave for job opportunities abroad. Some of us will become starving artists. Some will go on to become filthy rich by their mid-20s (Hello there, JV Castro.) Who will get married first? Who will have children first? Omgawd is anyone going to get married right after college?! You never know. I look at these pictures I took 4 years ago and I remember how I thought I had it all figured out. College, then law school abroad, then New York. That was it, the 10-year plan. Now here I am, a year away from being slapped by reality, and I can't even figure out where I want to have my OJT/internship this summer. Life is funny, ain't it?
But right now, I'm enjoying my life. Immensely. I love all the strange things that happen in Katipunan at all the weirdest hours. The crazy/annoying/appalling people that you meet. The fact that Ateneo has its own atmosphere (how can it be sunny in my condo, and then raining right across the street?!) And the great conversations I have with people, all day, every day.
I do miss high school. Some parts, at least. And I'm sure I will miss a lot about college, too. But if the next 4 years of life are going to be the same amazing trip as the past 4 have been, then bring it on.
p.s.
I would like to sincerely apologize for this
embarrassingly long entry.
i've been facing the TV for the past umpteen hours
and haven't had a real conversation with anyone,
other than my dog. thank you for listening.