Post grade school reunion thoughts
Whenever I tell my friends from college--or practically anyone that I'm off to a reunion with my grade school classmates, they get surprised.
Perhaps most people don't remember anymore their grade school classmates, or maybe even if they did, they probably didn't forge any
strong friendships and made memories with them.
If there's anything I am thankful for the primary school I went to, it's how it did not bother reshuffling sections every year. From kindergarten to 6th grade, I was with more or less the same people. Each of us were different in our own way, but as we grew older we formed an identity--being easily distinguished from other classes in our batch. The little kids who used to just play together practically became brothers and sisters. Cliques are inevitable and enemies emerge from petty arguments, but young as we were we have learned to coexist with, tolerate, forgive, and eventually love one another. It's amazing too, that those little cliques or groups of friends in our class stayed solid even to this day.
Like in any class, there was always the official class couple, the intellectual elite group, that guy or girl who catches someone's (or everyone's) fancy each day, that jock (or group of jocks) who causes most of our teachers' headaches, those mentally-challenged classmates who need special attention. These personalities, and the anecdotes associated with them, are always the topics of endless conversations in all our post-grade school get togethers.
This year (2007) is the college graduation year for most of my classmates (I'm batch 2008 unfortunately) and we felt like it's high time to get together again. I guess we're itching to know how each other's life after college will be, and probably afraid also that we might not chance upon those who will be busy with their work or their own families (?) soon. Needless to say it was a whole lot of fun--clean fun at that. We were adults talking like kids sharing all those kiddie stories. We laughed at how our school was so dilapidated yet we loved it anyway. We camwhored like there's no tomorrow. We teased each other with jokes of the past--this time around though, no one successfully made anybody cry. We ended the night happily, carrying with us another set of wonderful memories, and also the wonderful feeling of disbelief that in spite all the screwing-up often associated with our generation, most of us turned out well. "Well" is an understatement even--we excelled in our chosen fields, and graduated (or about to graduate in my case) from prestigious institutions (sorry can't help but brag =p).
As said by my classmate Luis, "Grabe, kung iisipin mo, ang tino pala natin, ano?" I could not agree more. I'm so happy and proud to have spent my childhood with such outstanding individuals. I look forward to hearing each one's success stories in future get-togethers.
Perhaps most people don't remember anymore their grade school classmates, or maybe even if they did, they probably didn't forge any
strong friendships and made memories with them.
If there's anything I am thankful for the primary school I went to, it's how it did not bother reshuffling sections every year. From kindergarten to 6th grade, I was with more or less the same people. Each of us were different in our own way, but as we grew older we formed an identity--being easily distinguished from other classes in our batch. The little kids who used to just play together practically became brothers and sisters. Cliques are inevitable and enemies emerge from petty arguments, but young as we were we have learned to coexist with, tolerate, forgive, and eventually love one another. It's amazing too, that those little cliques or groups of friends in our class stayed solid even to this day.
Like in any class, there was always the official class couple, the intellectual elite group, that guy or girl who catches someone's (or everyone's) fancy each day, that jock (or group of jocks) who causes most of our teachers' headaches, those mentally-challenged classmates who need special attention. These personalities, and the anecdotes associated with them, are always the topics of endless conversations in all our post-grade school get togethers.
This year (2007) is the college graduation year for most of my classmates (I'm batch 2008 unfortunately) and we felt like it's high time to get together again. I guess we're itching to know how each other's life after college will be, and probably afraid also that we might not chance upon those who will be busy with their work or their own families (?) soon. Needless to say it was a whole lot of fun--clean fun at that. We were adults talking like kids sharing all those kiddie stories. We laughed at how our school was so dilapidated yet we loved it anyway. We camwhored like there's no tomorrow. We teased each other with jokes of the past--this time around though, no one successfully made anybody cry. We ended the night happily, carrying with us another set of wonderful memories, and also the wonderful feeling of disbelief that in spite all the screwing-up often associated with our generation, most of us turned out well. "Well" is an understatement even--we excelled in our chosen fields, and graduated (or about to graduate in my case) from prestigious institutions (sorry can't help but brag =p).
As said by my classmate Luis, "Grabe, kung iisipin mo, ang tino pala natin, ano?" I could not agree more. I'm so happy and proud to have spent my childhood with such outstanding individuals. I look forward to hearing each one's success stories in future get-togethers.