“The school we love, St. Mary’s is her name…”
Sigh… I miss that song… the familiar melody…grudgingly singing it during the morning ceremony… I miss that school that I love.
Seven months had passed since I last stepped on the SMCM campus as a student and now I find myself silently reminiscing, looking back to those fours years I spent inside that familiar quadrangle. My face slowly curves into a smile, as snapshots of my high school years play on in my mind like a blockbuster film, more prominent than the object of my latest addiction, Twilight.
It seems only yesterday that I got lost on my first day as a freshman, stupid still to realize that the first digit of the room numbers correspond to the floor they are located at. Haha! I repeat: stupid. J
I remember sophomore year, when teachers constantly scolded my section for lacking in unity and cooperation. I remember my laughing in hysterics when our teacher caught two of my classmates holding hands under the table. I remember the enacting Florante and Laura in front of the class as an activity.
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
Junior year dawns. In my head, photographs of my firsts (coughing…) stand out. I also see my COCC experiences, running here and there, greeting officers left and right. I grin again now, as I look back to my section’s disastrous cheer dance routine. Yeah, we worked hard for that. I guess our approach was just a teensy bit unproductive. Haha. Future juniors, I beg you, use metallic paper for your props. Do NOT burden yourself with sequins. Haha. J
Anyways, senior year starts soon enough. Ooh, the speed of the pictures in my head kind of increases. Haha. Too many memories... Senior year was the best! J
Sigh. I recall writing an article connected to this one… It was entitled “Change.” I wrote then about the sudden epiphany that change would shortly come into my life when I leave SMCM. I felt dread upon entering my last year in high school. I babbled on and on about how good my 3rd year in secondary school was, not knowing that my 4th one is going to be, well, GREAT.
Snap! I really ought to come back to reality before tears roll down my face… J
I am now a college student, not anymore in high school. I am now an SMCM alumnus, not a Marian student. I belong now in a bigger institution, another Alma Mater. I have graduated from St. Mary’s College of Meycauayan, a place that served as my refuge for four eventful years of my life…
My aunt told me once that college is the highlight of one’s education that high school is no match compared to the memories one makes in the tertiary level. I say she’s overstating things.
I have experiences now a full semester of the college experience and, sure, I had tons of fun. There are definitely heaps of new acquaintances, new memories, and new knowledge to treasure. The freedom is unbelievable as well.
BUT (There’s a big but to that statement!), obviously, I miss high school. If given the chance, I would actually love to relive the moments. It would be truly nice to come back to the time when my life revolved on one classroom. It would be awesome to feel the solace of the four corners of SMCM. I admit, I would even love to stand up and say “Good morning Ma’am/Sir. Praised be Jesus and Mary,” if that would mean that I would get to feel the sanctuary that SMCM offers a student.
I say this to you; the high school experience is irreplaceable. I might yet have happier, more fun, more whatever memories in college. However, the high school snapshots I have in my head are already permanent. They are essential to who I am now. One thing I’ve discovered so far is that no professor can outdo the way the SMCM faculty has touched my heart…
Sigh… I miss that school I love. J
