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1/50: That thing that happened in high school that pretty much changed your life forever
For 9 years (kindergarten to first year high school), I've studied in an exclusive all girls catholic school. And in that 9 years, the only idea I have of what a school look likes or what we do in school is what I have experienced there.
On my second year in high school, just a few days before enrollment period, I found out that the family business wasn't doing as well as it used to and everything is about to go kaput. I didn't feel the gravity of the situation until it was a choice of who was going to stop schooling, me or my brother. I didn't know then how much it would affect me, but since I was the older sister, I decided that it had to me.
The school year went by and it was a mixture of all sorts of feelings. Feeling a little free that I didn't have to wake up at 5:00 in the morning to get ready, a little sad that I had to wait until 4:00PM before I could talk to my friends again. Feeling a little left out that everyone had soiree's and I had to wait for my 8 year old brother to go home from school while watching Home TV Shopping on a television that only had 3 channels.
Come next school year, I knew I no longer had the heart to go back to my old school and be with another batch. I also knew that we no longer had the capacity to pay for such school and so I transferred to a small village in Bulacan (with my Aunt) and on that village was a newly built private school. I studied there for a year and thought I would be able to adjust, but no. The place and the school was never and will never be home. After that school year, I went back to Marikina.
As soon as I got back, I realized that I will never have the chance to go back to my former school . OR ANY OTHER private school . --- We just couldn't afford it at the time. My Lolo, being the captain of the ship, decided I study in a public school. Yep, in a public school and it was a reality that a girl from an exclusive catholic school had to take at 15 years old.
On my second year in high school, just a few days before enrollment period, I found out that the family business wasn't doing as well as it used to and everything is about to go kaput. I didn't feel the gravity of the situation until it was a choice of who was going to stop schooling, me or my brother. I didn't know then how much it would affect me, but since I was the older sister, I decided that it had to me.
The school year went by and it was a mixture of all sorts of feelings. Feeling a little free that I didn't have to wake up at 5:00 in the morning to get ready, a little sad that I had to wait until 4:00PM before I could talk to my friends again. Feeling a little left out that everyone had soiree's and I had to wait for my 8 year old brother to go home from school while watching Home TV Shopping on a television that only had 3 channels.
Come next school year, I knew I no longer had the heart to go back to my old school and be with another batch. I also knew that we no longer had the capacity to pay for such school and so I transferred to a small village in Bulacan (with my Aunt) and on that village was a newly built private school. I studied there for a year and thought I would be able to adjust, but no. The place and the school was never and will never be home. After that school year, I went back to Marikina.
As soon as I got back, I realized that I will never have the chance to go back to my former school . OR ANY OTHER private school . --- We just couldn't afford it at the time. My Lolo, being the captain of the ship, decided I study in a public school. Yep, in a public school and it was a reality that a girl from an exclusive catholic school had to take at 15 years old.
Now, how did that change my life? I'll tell you why.
- My first day in that school, students kept looking at me from head to toe. It was when I learned that right at that moment, I was just like the rest of them and acting all high and mighty won't get me anywhere. --- Not in that school and NOT IN LIFE.
- The comfort rooms were BAD, the fabric of the uniform was kind of itchy, the spacing of chairs in the classroom were non existent, canteen food was ~_~, teachers' past time is to sell you stuff you can buy outside for the half the price ----- This my friends is REAL LIFE TRAINING. You never know what life will throw at you, but you always have to be prepared for the worst.
- During my first year there, a student was stabbed by someone from another class. YES. STABBED. INSIDE THE SCHOOL GROUNDS. A SCHOOL that had more than 1,000 students had ONE (1) Guard. I never found out if the student survived, but one thing I learned for sure, you'll never know when it's your time. CHERISH EVERY MOMENT YOU HAVE.
How'd my life change? It changed A LOT. Don't you think?
I would like to believe that this is exactly what you call --- HARDENED BY TIME.
Sounds harsh, doesn't it? It was, but it all worked out in the end. In all fairness to that sh*thole public school that has enjoyed putting me into the limelight for being the private school girl that lost all her family money -- It was a fun experience where I was able to see who my real friends were (from the former school) and met new friends who became a part of my life.
Blog Cover Photo by Tim Gouw on Unsplash
Blog Cover Photo by Tim Gouw on Unsplash
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50 Sweet Ideas: Things to Blog About by Fat Mum Slim
One sunny day, I was sick and stuck at home. I was staring at my blog for sometime and then found myself googling "Blog Ideas" and saw A LOT, but this list from Fat Mum Slim's Blog is my favorite as its the kind of things/memories I'd like to lock in this blog.
Hence, a promise to my blogging self was made --- finish all 50 for 2019!
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