A while ago,like any typical Senior Tuesday afternoon,we had our meet with the CAT officers in the school.And as usual,we had to do what they had to do.
Lining up.It was the confusing thing ever.Here in Saint Catherine’s School,the students here are organized.Meaning,we know how to arrange ourselves.Which means,lining up,we often do that!Unfortunately,everytime we have this CAT meet,it’s like our minds just suddenly freeze and forget what lining up even means. After they have us all lined up,we are introduced to the commands.Don’t even get me started with the commands.They’re so hard to decipher!I don’t think they’re even words.How did people even understand and came up with these commands.I mean like: “ashuwere”,what does that even mean.Everytime we do that CAT meet,I feel like a caveman cause I understand those language.And then,what’s all with the screaming anyway?We are not deaf!We do not live on the mountains!Why do the officers even have to scream?I feel like they’re just wasting their voices by doing that.If that is for showing authority,I think there are even better and gentler ways of showing opportunity.Why does this CAT thing have to be so strict?There’s no assurance that all of us will be going to be a part of the military.If you people are interested to know,I’m planning to take Computer Engineering or even BS Business Administration and Accountancy.Mathematics and Computer Knowledge runs on my blood.My relatives from Batangas is the source of this admirable heritage.Although,what I’m more proud to say is,I got my wits from my mother side.
So back to the CAT thing.One last issue that’s getting under my nerves-it’s the fashion.I mean,not their fashion in general…Military camouflage and what nots look nice and very overpowering.It’s just that,this afternoon,they had us tuck our T-Shirts.What’s with that!?We’re just wearing our clothes the way we typically do it.Why bother tuck it in?Honestly,a while ago,when me and my classmate who was also beside me on the line, Joseph Rubio,I kind’a saw something bulging out on his crutch.Please don’t take it on a pervert kind of way.When I see things and I wanna talk about them,there’s no stopping me-now matter how kind-a personal it is.On the other guys who were wearing their POLO uniforms,they were asked to button their whole polo up to the neck.They looked like people you see in the coffin.LOL.They looked funny-the Lame kind of funny.And what I looked like?I don’t even wanna know anymore.I don’t plan on wasting time looking at the mirror just to see how lame I looked on my jogging pants-the very wardrobe outfits whom I considered as my very source of comfort…And that’s until I experienced CAT meet.
So readers,if I were you and you were compelled to tuck in your T-shirts during those happenings and there’s something you’re hiding,I suggest you wear the POLO’s.Honestly,no matter how lame you’d look on those,it will still be able to hide or to cover anything you want to cover.
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