Our beloved Director Rev. Monsignor Jaime M. San Andres (+), our Principal Mrs. Flavel C. Favoreal, our charming Assistant Principal Mrs. Carmen C. Ojeda (+), friends, guests, my fellow Parochialites, a pleasant goooood morning!
Little did we know that that little speech many Parochialites recited in front of the student body whenever there was a program (Linggo ng Wika, National Book Week, Science, Math Week, you name it) was grammatically incorrect. Pleasant na good pa, sain ka pa!
What made it more egregious was our stupidity to clap at it every time we heard the rhythmically enunciated goo- (rising) --oood (falling) morning!
Reminiscing those hot old days in the quadrangle waiting for the programs to consume two subjects so that it will be recess time again is a warm fuzzy feeling. I can still remember the taste of loglog at the canteen, the feeling of sweat on the daily after school aragawan base, or the stack of tex hiding under my desk.
Connecting with most of these elementary classmates is both a weird and exciting experience. See, most people I met in elementary rarely became my close friends. They are few and far between. Maybe because I was a timid and shy boy back then, or due to the fact that I couldn't participate in sports up until my 3rd grade due to a broken leg, or mainly because of the unfortunate circumstance that I was an altar boy and a commentator . Come to think of it, even my high school buddies turned Mr. Bogus when we parted ways. Maybe, it is just me.
It is fun to reminisce and remind ourselves that we were once little innocent boys oblivious to this world full of commercialism, pressures, and grammatical imperfections.
(Photos courtesy of my Grade 6 seatmate, Henry Earl Siguenza from FB)