Graduation. . .

Every ending is just a new BEGINNING

After 4 academic years of pain-staking projects, modules and quizzes, and meeting deadlines, High school is officially over for me. But high school is indeed, something you won’t forget for the rest of your life. It taught me to become more responsible, to be independent, and to have a positive outlook in life w
hich I didn’t have when I was still in elementary.
June 2004, freshman days! It was scary, because I have heard that high school is something you must take seriously. And the worst, I learned from my mom that there will be a pilot section and that, my name is listed in that section. I knew that there will be great competition among the students, and that, my classmates are the least people I’m expecting to be in the same class as me. But days passed, they weren’t that bad at all, and I feel so bad because the things I thought about them were just all rumors. Bad. On the contrary, I enjoyed the company of my classmates and of course, our class adviser, our ever-loving and kind “Jollibee”, Mr. Arjan Espiritu. Despite our differences, egos, and the rumors that went flying about our class, we still held onto that faith of our adviser, that no matter what, we will always be together, through thick and thin. Though the pressure is undeniable. Everyone said our class was one of the noisiest classes among freshmen, but it’s just fine because our adviser believes that all the noise that comes from our room were all academic noise. Talk about a good excuse, huh? I am just so thankful I became part of I-Truth, because if I did not, I won’t be buddies with my “Kambz” (kambal), Phyllis Janine O. Medina, and Chery and I won’t be best friends. There will be no other I-Truth in ESPS, because a year after, the section Truth in freshmen was abolished.
Sophomore. End of sufferings. Pilot sections were dismissed! New classmates in II- Our Lady of Peñafrancia. It was like transferring to another school. It was really hard, because I was not that friendly during that time, and that people thought that I was a geek because I don’t talk with my seatmates and that I came from a pilot section. It was like getting out of my comfort zone. I felt the discrimination. But I didn’t give up because I knew some people in our class and it’s like getting reacquainted with old friends during elementary. But things went fine because I was able to get along with them, I found new friends in them, and I was able to prove them that stereotypes about a student from a pilot section were all wrong. And who will forget our ever-fashionista and kikay Mrs. Natividad? Mrs. Natividad was more like a mother to me rather than a teacher. She really encourages us to do our best, and corrects us whenever we have mistakes. I will never forget that first day of classes, when she entrusted me the whole class without having any idea who on earth I am. Up until this very day, Mrs. Priscilla Natividad will always be a mother to me. Except that subject she teaches that I felt that motherly care, Advanced Algebra. Who would have thought, that I’ll be friends with wonderful people, like Hanna Marquez, Kristin Luy, Ivy Lopez, Joyce Beltran, Mark Miranda, Clarence De Ramos, and Leona Panganiban? And oh, Chery and I , for the nth time, belonged to the same class again, and it pissed me off! Hahaha!
Junior year! The joy and support you get from fun-loving classmates was really something you won’t forget in high school. Our class, III-St. John Bosco, was known for our noise, our pranks on teachers, and being exceptionally talented class in school. Honestly speaking, when a teacher explodes in front of our class, it’s like watching a comedian trying-hard to throw jokes to make the audience laugh. Making a fool out of some of the teachers was one of the past times our class had. But what’s so good about this section is that, we never deny our wrong doings and we stand on what we believe. Cooperation is never a problem in this section. When we want to do something, all we have to do is to disseminate the things to be accomplished, assign the task, and assist. That’s why our class is known for that “Maingay ngunit mahusay” label. Often times, our class was being compared to other classes. It felt good, because despite our wrong doings, they appreciate our efforts to make up for our bad. But our section’s winning has never gone to our heads. I will never forget “Janice” for supporting us all through out and for being on our side most of the times, T.E.O.N : Joart, Melvin, AJ Ng, AJ “banlag” Pamintuan, Carlos, Kenneth, Rustico, Pauler, Lawrence ,The F family, Jordan, Leslie, Princess , Dianne and to Adrian and Jeka, who proved that distance is never a hindrance to make relationships last, because Adrian is currently in Australia, and Jeka recently migrated to the States, and finally, STITCHES: Anna, Gena, Tin, Hanna, Liezl, Nette, Jillian, Stela and Phyllis, I will never forget those kulitan and “pakyut” moments and your love for pictures.
SENIOR NA’KO! That’s what I’ve been boasting to my old class advisers. They’re very happy for me, for I know that they really want to send our batch off from school. Why? Because our batch was known to be the “worst batch.” We do all the rambles, the fights, the drinking and even weeds, sad to say, but not all of us, of course. There are still good ones. But hey, our batch has the best artists, best dancers and performers. And that was proven to us by my dear adviser, Ms. Galang. She’s strict, she’s scary, she sticks to her words, and yes, she’s a real mother to us. Ms. Galang is someone I look up to in school. So when I knew that she will be my adviser in my last year in high school, I was happy and scared at the same time, because she’s my MAPEH teacher back in second year. But her being my adviser and teacher are two different things. When you belong to her advisory class, she’ll bring out the best in you; she’ll correct your mistakes, and help you through your problems. Often times, you’ll feel that cold treatment from her, but she’s doing things for her class in her own way, and you’ll definitely have no idea that it was her who helped you out. She’s an epitome of discipline and cleanliness. As for IV-St. Raymond, we had problems during the first few days about our class’ unity, but we were able to fix it. We had groups in the class, but that has never been a hindrance for us to carry on the glory of our section. Our class is known to be the most active and systematic class among the fourth years. Everyone participates during class discussions and everyone knows his/her job. We our often scolded because of our mess, but we never messed out our promise to our adviser: to be ahead of everybody. With that, I’m very proud to be in Raymond, and the people I met there: the girls of Tropangotz: Bamba, Angie, Gela, Jela, Mia, Aila, Clang, Julie, Aimee, The DotA boys, Bords, Aiz, Danica and Cy, Thoñia, Joan, Carlo, Gen, Kevin, and Mel, and to my long-time friend- the “almighty ‘kulot’ HALEr”, Shelah.
All in all, I may have fooled around during those four years, I may have not taken my studies seriously, I may not have been the student everyone expects me to be, but I’m just so grateful because I found real friends during those four years, and I felt the motherly care of my teachers, especially my advisers. I promise to study harder in college and I will do that for the people I love, high school may have ended, but it’s never late to correct thins out. Every ending is just a new beginning.
March 27, 2008: Graduation day for seniors. Really, a lot of people anticipated this day, for our batch is known as the worst batch our school has had. It’s hard to accept that everyone in school calls us the worst batch, but hey, it was fun, except for the rule-violating part. Till the last days, teachers scolded us and told us we’re junks. It was pretty bad that they see us like that, but hopefully, when we enter college, we’ll prove them that we don’t deserve such under-the-belt words.
To all my teachers, and advisers, to Ms. D, The Light staffers, classmates, friends and best friends, Thank you for making my high school life wonderful, thanks for making me realize that there are things that cannot be learned from books, and those are, to love and to love back whole heartedly and unconditionally. Thank you!
To my parents, thank you for letting me through High school, thank you for working hard just to send me to school and give me what I need. Thank you because I never felt that you put pressure on me, and for supporting all the things I do. Thank you for guiding me although often times when I ask your help for my home works, you fail to help me because you’re both busy on work. But don’t you worry, all your efforts to support our family are appreciated, and I am so grateful I have wonderful parents I will never exchange of anything or anyone.
To my dear Alma Mater, thank you for nourishing me with all the good things, thank you for instilling in me knowledge that will help me fight the battles of life and I will always defeat obstacles in your glory, and in the glory of God.
To the Father, thank you for granting me wisdom and knowledge to pass through high school, thank you for guiding me always and for giving me teachers, friends, classmates and a family who keep me sane. Thank you God, for showering us with your blessings and make us worthy to share in your love.
Whoa. This is a lengthy one. To the one reading this, thank you for having the patience, and to the persons who ignored this, that’s fine, I understand. (:

few pics. . .

Patricia Mae Loyola Ferrer, Espiritu Santo Parochial School graduate batch 2007-2008, heading to college! Yey! (: