“High school life, oh my high school life ev’ry memory kay ganda.”
That’s a line from Sharon Cuneta’s song High School Life. It expresses how fun and memorable high school life is.
Most people believe that high school is the best experience in a student’s life. In high school, we tend to open up new doors and new windows. We also tend to learn new ideas, meet new people, and face new challenges. Unlike elementary when children just play, argue, sweat and study, high school is the time when girls learn to comb their hair and make sure it stays in place. They learn to put powder on their face so it won’t be shiny and oily the whole day. They learn to constantly spray on their cologne or perfume. They even put lip color for prettier looking lips. As for boys, they learn to style their hair and wear trendy clothes. They learn to put gel on their hair so they won’t look like they’ve just got up from bed. They learn to lessen playing perspiring games and just face their computers to play online games. And both boys and girls learn to become interested in each other in a romantic way.
High school students start having their own groups of friends that eventually become their lifetime companions. They may also have some petty quarrels with each other or with other groups at school. They are always tickled pink when their crushes notices them. Oh! For sure that will be their topic the whole hour in class or the whole week in school!
I went to two different schools in my high school. I, to be honest, did not have a glamorous or pleasurable life in high school. During my first two years in high school, which I spent at Colegio de Sto. Niño de Cabuyao, I was not the cool type or the “sweetheart” type of student. Since I was not the kind who’d ‘mess up with you since you messed up with me’, some would sort of bully me in a way that they’d bluntly ask me what my problem was (even though I didn’t have any), they’d send me a letter telling me to back off or I’d get hurt (actually just one girl did that to me), and they’d mess up my things while I was gone and no one would admit who really did it (although I knew who she was).
I’m really hating my young self. WTH?! If I was like this when I was younger, no one — not even one — would dare do any of those to me. I was such a softy and a crybaby then so they felt really powerful over me. Then I met these girls from the other section. With them, I started doing things I never used to do: cut classes, utter bad languages, drink alcohol, smoke cigs, and be involved in a fight. Until my parents restricted me from hanging out with them believing that they would never do me any good.
Well, if you look at it, my parents could be right. But, stop and think again, those friends of mine taught me a handful of lessons: to be strong, to NOT be too naive, to know myself and be myself, and to see what the real world is. When I finished my sophomore year, my family had to move to my mother’s hometown — Sta. Cruz, Laguna. A lot of things happened there which made me stop schooling for one school year.
Actually, before I quit, I had a week in my new school. It was actually very old but it was new for me since I was just a stranger in that place then. It was Pedro Guevara Memorial National High School. It was a public high school and I really felt awkward that time because I came from a private high school. Everything was different — the whole campus, the students, the teachers, the books, the uniform, the classrooms, the number of pupils in a classroom, the number of pupils in the whole school — EVERYTHING was different.
I was able to make new friends though. But I decided to leave after a week. I couldn’t handle all those awkwardness! After a year of babysitting and hanging out with my cousins and new found friends, my mother was able to enroll me to a different school. (I really insisted not to go back to PGMNHS.) Although I was enrolled to a smaller school — also a public high school — I was pleased because people were more gentle and less aggressive. Little did I know, that a lot of them were bunch of shallow-minded people who thought they were too pure to be talking ill about others. (I’m sorry but I really have to say some of them were a bunch of ignorants.)
I spent two years — my junior and senior years — in that school and I was glad that within those years, I finally found my lifetime companions. Despite being mischievous, we just do things that can make us laugh and happy, not intending to hurt anyone (unless others would want to get hurt).
We all must thank HIGH SCHOOL for all the experience and lessons. But we must not continue living ‘high school.’ Let’s just use the lessons we had when we were kids. We don’t need to behave like ones anymore.
But, hey! Enough of these sentiments. How did YOU look like when you were in high school? As for me, I don’t remember much but i sure looked uncool. I don’t have many photos of myself during those years. Here are few ones that I’ve got:
Our school (CSNC) was having its English Literary Musical Contest some time in Novermber 1997 (we were freshmen students then). Our teacher picked one student from each section (we only had 4 sections) and I was the one chosen in my class. The four of us talked about what to sing at the competition. We knew that time that the other competitors were really good singers. That time I had a cassette tape of Spice Girls and told the other 3 that that was the only one I had. So they said it would be a nice idea to sing a Spice Girls song. I chose Say You’ll Be There.
Competing for the 'Group Singing Contest' at our school's English Literary Musical Contest at CSNC
(Don’t laugh. I was dancing while singing that’s why my legs looked that way.)
Receiving our award for winning the "Group Singing Contest" at our CSNC's English Literary Musical Contest
In December 1997, our school was having our Christmas Party. There were lots of different events that time and one of them was this mini concert were we sang 4 songs consecutively.
We performed Spice Girls songs at CSNC's mini concert at our Christmas Party
(Those photos are just so embarrassing but, ooh well, that’s the truth.)
And finally, this is the 15-year old me…
A photo taken at my cousin's boarding house in Balibago, Sta. Rosa, Laguna
How about you? How did YOU look like in high school?