I remember the PACONIAN days…

It was a sad Wednesday for me as I came to work and realized that there was no internet connection in the office. (duh… place sarcastic remark here)

Lounging about doing nothing, Daphne, my co-worker, and I realized that we were schoolmates though our batches are eons apart from each other (hehehe). We chatted nonstop about those nasty yet quirky teachers and the changes that have happened with the school. My dear school, Paco Catholic School, has gone through so much renovation that an old student, like Daphne, wouldn’t even recognize it. Even the dome of the church has undergone so many color transformations: from gold to green and now, I think, peach or orange.

Yes, change really is constant and time seems to make it evolve even more. The look of the school has really changed but much of the strict discipline still remains. Everybody still has to be inside the school gates before the clock strikes 6:50 in the morning or you’ll be forced to wait outside the school gates until 7:10, then you have to take the walk of shame past all the other classrooms that have already started their classes. Thank God for those rainy days when there were no tardy slips to be handed out. Long skirts are banned from the school premises making sure that all of the girls’ skirts were exactly a ruler’s height off the floor (I think I only used a 6”ruler for my skirt).

Most of the teachers there were the no-nonsense type but there were a few weird and kind ones that stuck out. Here’s a shout out to you Sir Plaza and of course Ms. Aguilan (hehehe, sipsip). I think they were the only ones who truly allowed us to get our own way. ^o^
Ah, my dear school, I think there was no better place for me to get my high school education. I think that you are the only school that helps keep your students’ feet stuck to the ground (although our heads do occasionally wander off somewhere in the clouds).