Remember Me This Way

My stay in UP may be short but there wasn’t a moment in this stay when I regretted it. It was like yesterday when we were just strangers. But look at us now. You can never say that nothing has changed. At first, we were those freshies who followed every rule in this very big and university. Then we knew how to go a little bit beyond the boundaries until we found ourselves facing Ma’am Rabago about our never ending list of violations. “I didn’t wear my I.D. Ma’am because I forgot to bring it on this day. I promise not to do it again Ma’am.” We all sounded most likely like that. Our batch was playful and somehow carefree. If given the luxury of time, I think we would rather stay under the heat of the sun and play Patintero. But as we all know we are no ordinary students. We are UPians. So here we are spending that luxury of time in making our blogs, researches, notes in SocSci, bring home exams in Calculus, last minute general cleaning for HR and CWTS, periodicals for P.E. and many more. But everything has a reason. I know after all these we will see the fruits of our labor and very hard work. Patience is a virtue as Byron always tells me. It really is. Our walk in this very tricky, confusing, tiring but best journey has come to an abrupt end. We never foresaw the coming of what we called “soon”. My high school life, experiences I learned from it and people I met all taught me important things a person should know to live a worth living life. I learned to be on my own. I learned to read, write and understand things at the same time love what I’m doing. It’s never easy to serve two masters at one time unless you love them both. I learned to give and receive. I learned how to mingle with people who are so diverse. I learned how to treasure every moment I spent with friends. I learned to appreciate my one-of-a-kind education. I learned the word “mediocrity”. I found out why cheating was a rare kind of art by witnessing what tragedy it can bring to a person. I learned how to love without being loved in return. I saw beauty in solitude and treachery in assemblage. But most of all is the realization that without God, there would be no one writing this blog entry.
I simply want those who know me to remember me as the Doanne who became their good friend. I didn’t give much to the school in terms of awards for certain contests except for being a behaved student. All I want to be remembered is the friendship I could give by will with all of my heart. I prefer that our batch be remembered-the batch that somehow gave existence to the essence of UP High.

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