Showing posts with label High School. Show all posts
Showing posts with label High School. Show all posts

Friday, February 28, 2014

A Moment Visit to our 46-year Tryst

What would be a feeling to recall the momentous event in our life that had transpired 46 years ago when my high school sweetheart and I were together along the seawall.

Rebing and Gil at the Dolid seawall
I remember 46 years ago today that it was almost twilight and I noticed that sun was about to set. The horizon was crimson red and the seawall where we stood was freely splashed by a rushing sea water from the peaceful municipality of Valladolid, 31 kilometers (19 mi) south of Bacolod City, the capital city of Negros Occidental!

We were seventeen years old then and we were third year high school. I was a pioneer student of La Carlota City High School and my sweetheart was a junior high transferee student from Saint Vincent Ferrer High School in La Castellana, Negros Occidental.

The first time I met her she was too mysterious. For that mystique attitude she manifested, my curiosity was tapped and I wanted to discover her unique personality. And the rest was one of its kind love story ever happened to us and why and why we were meant for each other.

Wednesday, January 15, 2014

Do I Need To Do That?

I DON'T KNOW HOW DO YOU CONSIDER ME. When I was a third year high school student, I did something bad, naughty or whatever you may have in mind of describing me. This could be one of my unforgettable high school days experience.

LCCHS Class 1970 Alumni Logo
Though I lived near our school, I sometime came late to be in our afternoon class for there were times that I ate my lunch late. After eating, I hurriedly took a 10-minute walk to school.

Upon entering our literature class, our female teacher kept on berating my classmates for no apparent reasons as I learned later. I tiptoed to the end part of classroom where I used to sit. She noticed me and shouted me when I came late. I had reasoned out but she didn't give time to speak out.

Feeling embarrassed, humiliated, I silently took a seat and remained quite for the whole period of our class. That was the first time that I was belittled in front of my classmates. I didn't know on what to do neither I have to cry nor I have shout or leave the classroom for good.

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