Considering I’m going to college in 2 days, I have to got to say that I’m going to miss my old high school.
It has had one of the most profound impacts on my life. There’s no way I would be the person I am today, if it were not for that school. All four years I was there, I could never say that I hated the school. The friends I made there were to last a lifetime (I told one that she’d be my maid of honor at my wedding). The teachers became second mothers to me. It became a place where I felt comfortable with myself and where I could feel proud to be myself.
Sure, there were cliques and catty fights, because after all, it was an all-girls private school. But through it all, I wouldn’t regret a single second of my time there. It was absolutely unforgettable. I don’t know what I’m going to do without my Mount girls.
Despite being so attached, I never cried at graduation or retreat or baccalaureate or whenever. I guess it was because there was nothing for which I had reason to cry, meaning I had spent the time I had there with as much joy and happiness that I had no regrets with that school. I wasn’t sad to “leave,” because I knew that I wouldn’t ever really leave the Mount. It’d always creep up on me in some way or another.
I just hope that, one day, my daughters will go to the Mount to, hopefully, get the experience that I had when I went there.
If I had to choose one place, it’d be Project 6 in the Philippines. Project 6 refers to a block of houses/buildings in, I think, Manila. (I’m not sure if it’s Quezon City or whatnot.)
Either way, Project 6 has got to be one of the most carefree places I’ve ever been. You see, it’s basically where my father grew up. All of his old friends still live there, including the Cruz family, which involves around 100 people from the generation before my father to my generation. The parties are massive, but tame, and the sense of community is astounding. I’m always excited to go back there. The crazy stories, the hilarious people… I miss it all so much.