I recall when the student council ushered for last year’s graduation. I was unintentionally assigned at the front door, where the graduates are to line up for the procession, where the parents are to be assisted to their seats, where everybody seems to be asking for information and clarification which basically meant, I did all the shouting and something related to that.
I remember how hard it was to tell the graduates to fall in line. It seems like everyone was so excited. Everybody was busy taking pictures. Once they heard the music for the processional, almost all of them shouting in excitement and relief.
I remember the look my fellow council members gave me seeing that the graduates were miles away from being in order. I told them it’s ok. Once the line starts moving, they will realize it’s time them to move as well. Who knows, we might do the same thing when it’s time for us to graduate.
Haha. I was definitely not wrong. I saw Marian’s struggle to put us in order and everyone seemed to be too slow, including me that is. And once the music started, it was as if everyone was shouting with the same emotions I thought to have last year.
But then, I also have to consider that I was once in Marian’s position as an usher and was it hard as well. And so, I did not enjoy as much picture-taking as most of us did. The ones whose surnames were far from letter “T” and were not journalism majors were the ones I missed, like Bikoy, Tope, Patti, Ayeen, Preng, Jam (my cam didn’t work well when we tried to take a picture), Marian and Ruth (even though we were not in the same batch, I spent a year of struggle with them).
And so, the pictures on the side were the ONLY ones I got. So sad. (ahem, ahem. donate hahaha)
But I have to say this. I am so thankful Karol was able to find me at the end of the line (like 205th of the 210 graduates). If he hadn’t done so, I wouldn’t have had a picture with him. (Don’t react. What happened within the council for the past year is so over and we are now good friends, nothing more, nothing less.)
So this is really it.
* a few more notes of the event *
Since we came early that morning (which is so unsual for my mother who is definitely a late person), I spent most of my waiting time pointing out to my mother the people, which of course included the group leader, the professor I got so starstrucked, and a few other enemies (hahaha. kidding).
Of course I was hoping my parents would get to meet Sir Arao, the very first person to actually believe that I am somehow related to Sir Teodoro.
I remember how hard it was to tell the graduates to fall in line. It seems like everyone was so excited. Everybody was busy taking pictures. Once they heard the music for the processional, almost all of them shouting in excitement and relief.
I remember the look my fellow council members gave me seeing that the graduates were miles away from being in order. I told them it’s ok. Once the line starts moving, they will realize it’s time them to move as well. Who knows, we might do the same thing when it’s time for us to graduate.
Haha. I was definitely not wrong. I saw Marian’s struggle to put us in order and everyone seemed to be too slow, including me that is. And once the music started, it was as if everyone was shouting with the same emotions I thought to have last year.
But then, I also have to consider that I was once in Marian’s position as an usher and was it hard as well. And so, I did not enjoy as much picture-taking as most of us did. The ones whose surnames were far from letter “T” and were not journalism majors were the ones I missed, like Bikoy, Tope, Patti, Ayeen, Preng, Jam (my cam didn’t work well when we tried to take a picture), Marian and Ruth (even though we were not in the same batch, I spent a year of struggle with them).
And so, the pictures on the side were the ONLY ones I got. So sad. (ahem, ahem. donate hahaha)
But I have to say this. I am so thankful Karol was able to find me at the end of the line (like 205th of the 210 graduates). If he hadn’t done so, I wouldn’t have had a picture with him. (Don’t react. What happened within the council for the past year is so over and we are now good friends, nothing more, nothing less.)
So this is really it.
* a few more notes of the event *
Since we came early that morning (which is so unsual for my mother who is definitely a late person), I spent most of my waiting time pointing out to my mother the people, which of course included the group leader, the professor I got so starstrucked, and a few other enemies (hahaha. kidding).
Of course I was hoping my parents would get to meet Sir Arao, the very first person to actually believe that I am somehow related to Sir Teodoro.
Again, I just have to say this but Weng and I knew from the very start Jam was going to win the GMA President's Medal Award, even if she describes how farfetched that could be. As friends, we always knew and she actually did.
Anyway, life goes on.
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