A Close Look to Rizal High School 5.5

The green prairie lies low

Not far from that view.

Tall grass by the meadow

Set the old stacks anew.

In every seconds’ a story,

Taking lifetimes to hear.

This the swift breeze will carry,

‘long the waves loud and clear.

Long tales of where and when

Tales not Roman nor Greek,

From those who just listen

To them who just speak.

Every single tick of the clock is worth waiting for. Each passing by indefinitely as far as one could ever remember. Precious, even. It’s hard to miss anything. Not unless you desire to.

The life of a junior student is far more different than the preceding years. Things got harder yet remained just as valuable. The hardship? That I cannot deny. But beyond this are very special moments. I can still hear our laughter as if it just happened, lying fresh in my memory and engraved deeply on my heart.

Back then, a day would usually start at the Science Building for our Chemistry subject and end at the I.R. Building with English as our last subject (if I still remember it right). We, needless to say, would most probably begin the day sitting idly and comfortably at our wooden laboratory chairs and do one of two things. Some, most of the time, would just stare blankly at our adviser or more often, at the white board in front while some would dare to listen. Either way, the results are the same– vagueness and/or confusion. However, many prefer to have themselves ready for a long discussion (their own discussions, I mean) about certain things more interesting than chemistry or so it seemed back then.

After our first period, we will have a short recess and at the same time, a long trip to the other building mentioned earlier. From there on, time will pass a little faster. Many will wonder why (probably as a natural response). It was because from there on, loud chuckles and soft chit-chats are allowed and are widely accepted (most of the time). But most important of all, those happy moments will take place on one of the most memorable room I have ever been to. The story bounded by the four walls of that four-cornered class room is about different personalities who, by any chances, built a strong and everlasting bond among themselves.

I can only hope that that bond is never really forgotten and that the different people who built it also feel and think the same way towards what they built, that they treasure it like I do and that that bond will truly last forever.

Do you remember those days? How we shared each moments? When we used to act as little kids… When we first became friends…

Do you still remember the day when we once again met each other? What chances did it have? For the second time… We’ve met…

We were all very different… Both familiar and new faces alike… But from then on… All of us… Friends…

Oh man! We were all crazy and melodramatic then (perhaps, even until now). Or maybe just young and naive… What used to lie ahead never really mattered…

Once the day was over, our own day was just about to begin.

**to be continued**