oh waht dark skins we had.
as well as what obvious bruises
and long-lasting body pains we had.
but despite the nega stuff the
community service had to offer,
everything went down to one memorable
event--NSTP graduation.
it was special, for it wasn't just a
march on stage to shake hands with the people
who made our lives in the target site
miserable, and recieve this piece
of paper glorified with some person's signature,
but most inportantly it marked the day
when all our troubles ended. no more super
long lectures at the audi, with chairs
insufficient for the huge number of students
we were, no more exhausting hikes down to
and up from the amphi theatre by way of the
steep saitrs, no more hot days under the sun
only to burn our supple --or we wished supple--skin
(sayang ang bio link!),
and no more yells from
our dangerous, yet surprisingly lovable
coordinator, miss nayal.
indeed, we have graduated.
apart from the happy emotion we all have because
of our triumph over the arduous days of NSTP1 and 2,
my jolly laughter covers a shade of loneliness.
not everyone knows, or cares, but i am in fact, going
enroll myself to another school by May. and i'm never
going back to brokenshire college. it's just sad.
i'm not so sure why i feel bad about leaving these guys
i've known for only about a year now, but i just do.
somehow during that one year i've developed the thought
that that time the togetherness was for good, that
they were to be with me until i graduate, and beyond.
such a great thought! but it turned out
too great to be true. now i am facing a new dilemma, of
how i'm going to act around the new people i will have
or hope to interact with for the next semesters of my college
life. i could only wish for their kindness amd hospitality.
i keep hoping for everything to be okay. hey, the students of
DDC aren't really scarily hostile as my senteces imply. I'm just
that sad to be suddenly pulled away from the environment i've been
used to for a year now.
to all BC BSN1E batch '05-'06, thank you very much.
the moments i shared with you are well fitted in my
memory. especially our NSTP moments of cruelly hot hours under the
mad sun, around the children in the target site, around the hills
stinkin' of garbage, and most unforgettably around that whole
community of dead people (know what i mean).
so, dear classmates, er, dear former classmates, i say goodbye.
but it doesn't have to mean forever does it? keep in touch, ya'll.
by the way, i don't use bio link. someone from the class
just always mentions that. but i don't think she'd like to have
credit for pioneering it, so i might as well shut up.
