First to the Nth Power Holy Communion
some things never change. St. Scho's traditions are just some of them.
my baby sister (who's in 2nd grade already) came home from school today bringing a CD with her. it was apparently a recording of the songs that they have to practice for their first holy communion. she started playing it shortly before dinner and one of my brothers (who's in junior year high school) rolled his eyes and said that it felt like we were holding a wake downstairs.
when i went downstairs, i asked her for the copy of the communion booklet thinggy. it looked exactly like the one our batch had agesss ago, only theirs was a bit bigger. browsing through it, my eyes widened upon realizing that my sister and her batchmates are going to be singing the same songs me and my batchmates did 19 years ago.
19 years..???
*catches breath*
yes, it was 19 years ago that i had my first holy communion in the same school. same chapel. same songs. i have no doubt that my baby sister's communion dress would be the same as ours. and i also have this nagging feeling that the teacher who's teaching them all these songs is the same one who taught us almost. two. decades. ago.
hellooo, Miss Camu??? are you still there?
listening to the CD, i smiled to myself. they didn't even change the tune for "Our Father". considering that in the "real world" they change how this is sung every so often. i mean, if you take me to mass this week, i wouldn't know the tune to "Ama Namin".
when my baby sister entered St. Scho a few years back, i assisted our mom in enrolling her. it felt bizarre to be back there, walking down the cool corridors that still have that sponge pattern painted on the walls. i thought i forgot it all already, but suddenly, i could do instant replays of different scenes that took place in different times but in the same place. i was saying hello again to the Peace Garden. the Little Chapel and the Big Chapel. the field. the canteen. Gates 6, 7 and 1. the Hope Tunnel (or is it Tunnel of Hope? am i making this up?). the Art Room. St. Cecilia's Hall. the Gym. there i was again, a very young girl who didn't know much and wasn't afraid to admit that she didn't know much. sometimes, i wonder where she's gone off to.
it was nice to be able to remember these things that have been buried for years when i couldn't remember what i was wearing just the previous week. there's a relief in knowing that no matter how much time passes by, there are still some things that refuse to change or be changed. so much has happened to me this year, i just want to to have something to hold onto again to avoid from being swept away without warning.
i think i'm going to go through my old journals (as in journals talaga, not blogs!) soon. then maybe, just maybe, i'll find myself.
my baby sister (who's in 2nd grade already) came home from school today bringing a CD with her. it was apparently a recording of the songs that they have to practice for their first holy communion. she started playing it shortly before dinner and one of my brothers (who's in junior year high school) rolled his eyes and said that it felt like we were holding a wake downstairs.
when i went downstairs, i asked her for the copy of the communion booklet thinggy. it looked exactly like the one our batch had agesss ago, only theirs was a bit bigger. browsing through it, my eyes widened upon realizing that my sister and her batchmates are going to be singing the same songs me and my batchmates did 19 years ago.
19 years..???
*catches breath*
yes, it was 19 years ago that i had my first holy communion in the same school. same chapel. same songs. i have no doubt that my baby sister's communion dress would be the same as ours. and i also have this nagging feeling that the teacher who's teaching them all these songs is the same one who taught us almost. two. decades. ago.
hellooo, Miss Camu??? are you still there?
listening to the CD, i smiled to myself. they didn't even change the tune for "Our Father". considering that in the "real world" they change how this is sung every so often. i mean, if you take me to mass this week, i wouldn't know the tune to "Ama Namin".
when my baby sister entered St. Scho a few years back, i assisted our mom in enrolling her. it felt bizarre to be back there, walking down the cool corridors that still have that sponge pattern painted on the walls. i thought i forgot it all already, but suddenly, i could do instant replays of different scenes that took place in different times but in the same place. i was saying hello again to the Peace Garden. the Little Chapel and the Big Chapel. the field. the canteen. Gates 6, 7 and 1. the Hope Tunnel (or is it Tunnel of Hope? am i making this up?). the Art Room. St. Cecilia's Hall. the Gym. there i was again, a very young girl who didn't know much and wasn't afraid to admit that she didn't know much. sometimes, i wonder where she's gone off to.
it was nice to be able to remember these things that have been buried for years when i couldn't remember what i was wearing just the previous week. there's a relief in knowing that no matter how much time passes by, there are still some things that refuse to change or be changed. so much has happened to me this year, i just want to to have something to hold onto again to avoid from being swept away without warning.
i think i'm going to go through my old journals (as in journals talaga, not blogs!) soon. then maybe, just maybe, i'll find myself.