April 5th, 2005
pro deo et patria
The pope is dead, His Holiness, born in Poland, christened as Karol Wojtyla. Died at the age of 84 years old. I believe no one can fill his shoes. God bless his successor. But my entry has nothing to do with this.
There is something wrong with me.. there always has been.. but these days have been different. Im not that irritable anymore, still irritable, but lesser than before im afraid. I dont eat that much anymore, my meal per day average; 1.5. Whoa, and im not dieting. Theres this awkward feeling that i should, and I am, but I dont think so. When ate asks why, I just tell her Im too lazy to eat. Talk about being a bum.
2 weeks ago, I though graduation day would never come, well, of course it will. Such an ass. What a way to celebrate april fool's day, graduate from one of the best secondary schools in metro manila, or maybe in mandaluyong only. Sad to say, im proud of my school. Huh?! Well I am, but only such. Because every school has its flaws, and mine has. A lot. But what matters is, those 4 years made me what I am today. I like to think so. In those 4 years of being a bosconian, i learned how to use a coping saw, how to put your workpiece in a bench vise without breaking your finger, and how to mix polylite, hardener and dye without making too much of a commotion with its gawking but addicting smell. It explodes too. Best memory from first year? Many of course, but those that stuck itself most in my mind was those pranks classmates played on our god bless her..not! CAE teacher. Mrs. ADELAIDA CORDOVA. And of course, the incident in which a fluorescent bulb hit my classmate on the head when it fell because of a basketball thrown at it. Bwahahaha. Barbaric moron.
That was only the beginning, i learned all those and a whole lot more in my freshman year alone. Oh, and i also learned that not passing all of your shop projects means a 75 for your card, if your teacher is 6 feet tall and you look like an ass like me. On my sophomore year, i definitely learned that my scoutmaster slash drafting instructor at the present back then[huh?!] was a complete ASSHOLE and JERK. 2nd year was the worst year of them all for me, mainly because of my classmates and that instructor. Imagine having to make a power supply for gameboys and battery-run electronics from a rusted piece of metal and a transformer that leaks. Stupid instructor never let me get my report card until enrollment day itself. Jackass. And to think that he would be my drafting instructor for the rest of my highschool life. Damn that. Best memory in 2nd year? Fieldtrip. Dolphins. Sea Lions. Cute trainer. LOL.
My junior and senior years were definitely the best of them all. Id be blogging about them next, for the meantime, I would like to say this. I miss my school already, i was there this morning, mainly because i wanted to get my card, and my little brother took the entrance exam. I just caught myself reflecting and reminiscing, while staring at the vast quadrangle and portico. I just realized this. I spent the best years of my young life here. Pro deo et Patria. For God and Country. Whatever. This school already has a place in my heart.