Going back to St.Scho Manila..
As I enter Gate 2, the feeling of being a kulasa once again has made my heart beat twice as fast.
Aside from the fresh paints on the walls, the new blackboards on the GS classrooms, everything was just how I remember it to be.
The walls were still the color of brown and a beige-ish color which I cannot identify, the field that was once an empty lot of soil has now grown back to it's true beauty, it is now a sea of green (again!).
I wanted to check on the LRC I once played in and so I did. The room that I once found big now seemed smaller. I saw the familiar faces of the friendly librarians who used to make pagalit of me when I seem to get a little loud. :p
I then looked around and saw the Children's area of the LRC and I smiled as I remember how I used to play with my classmates on the little house there and how I pretended to be their mother, and them as my kids.
I smiled a little more.
Everything seemed to be happening again. I feel as if I'm back to being a makulit yet sweet enough Prep student of St.Hildelita. I feel as if I was a kulasa... again.
I roamed a little more and saw a sea of familiar faces. This time, they weren't just familiar faces, they were my friends. I know them.
It's fun to just roam around my old school and think of the good 'ole days. I might've not noticed it before but now I do.. Being a kulasa has molded me into being the me I am today. Though a little rough on the edges, it has smoothened at least 95% of the rougher side.
Though there were probably a lot of changes my Alma Mater has gone through, there's still something about it that relives the memories I left behind.
I might have unpacked the bag of memories from my mind and left it all behind me, I am happy to say that the memories I chose not to think of and have unpacked are now back in its original home... my heart.
Aside from the fresh paints on the walls, the new blackboards on the GS classrooms, everything was just how I remember it to be.
The walls were still the color of brown and a beige-ish color which I cannot identify, the field that was once an empty lot of soil has now grown back to it's true beauty, it is now a sea of green (again!).
I wanted to check on the LRC I once played in and so I did. The room that I once found big now seemed smaller. I saw the familiar faces of the friendly librarians who used to make pagalit of me when I seem to get a little loud. :p
I then looked around and saw the Children's area of the LRC and I smiled as I remember how I used to play with my classmates on the little house there and how I pretended to be their mother, and them as my kids.
I smiled a little more.
Everything seemed to be happening again. I feel as if I'm back to being a makulit yet sweet enough Prep student of St.Hildelita. I feel as if I was a kulasa... again.
I roamed a little more and saw a sea of familiar faces. This time, they weren't just familiar faces, they were my friends. I know them.
It's fun to just roam around my old school and think of the good 'ole days. I might've not noticed it before but now I do.. Being a kulasa has molded me into being the me I am today. Though a little rough on the edges, it has smoothened at least 95% of the rougher side.
Though there were probably a lot of changes my Alma Mater has gone through, there's still something about it that relives the memories I left behind.
I might have unpacked the bag of memories from my mind and left it all behind me, I am happy to say that the memories I chose not to think of and have unpacked are now back in its original home... my heart.
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