On special occasions of our school director- like Sacerdotal, Birthday and what not, the students of Saint Catherine’s School, barely get invited. Mostly, it’s only the choir members or the dance troupe members who get a chance to be a part of the special celebration of our dear school director. But, ever since the school bid its farewell to our previous school director, Mnsgr. Vicente Emilio Tugadi HP., and aided our great welcome to our new school director, Rev. Fr. Ted Lasso, things change.
Last Friday, our school principal has publicly announced the invitation to both the Juniors and Seniors from the Science Sections. Of course, we, the Theresians, the ones who barely get invited into this kind of event are very much thrilled to go.But, there’s a catch. Each of the Senior students must wear a classic Filipino garment respectively a Filipiñana Gown and Barong Tagalog for the girls and boys.
Preparing for this event reminded me a lot of my very first JS Prom. The way I had to get a Barong Tagalog by the last minute brought me a nostalgia last February when I had to rent my Tuxedo days before our prom was about to be held. Right now, I still haven’t returned my “Barong”. Well, I tried a while ago. Unfortunately, when me and my sister went there a while ago, the door was locked. And I didn’t want to try to open the door again because I know, I’d look like an ignorant trying to get inside a brick wall.
So, when I was preparing myself this morning, I realized that my Barong was too big. I felt kind of annoyed because, this kind of thing often happens. Moreover, I also found out I that I had no white T-Shirt prepared. I didn’t wanna wear the old one because I know it would look like I’m a hobo half-groomed for the very first time. So what I did was, I looked for anything that can be turned pure white all over my bed room. The only thing that I found was my old SCS Dance Troupe Batch T-Shirt, which has printings on it. I thought of wearing that shirt the other way around, but I was still able to see the printing silhouettes on the shirt. So, due to my desperation of making the shirt look white, I wore my white shirt. I was very comfortable. I felt skinny, and I like it- which is weird, because I really don’t like being so fat. If it isn’t for the ‘barong’, I’d look like a complete fool.
When I was going there, I saw Kezia go to school too. While I was on the tricycle, I was thinking: “Yes! Finally! I’ve got another chance to spend even just a few minutes or seconds with her.”. I immediately told the driver to pull over wherever ‘coordinates’ we were. I really wanted to walk with her to school. Everytime I do that with her, I always feature a stereotypical romantic High School love story about a couple who always go to school together, then they become the talk of the whole campus. Sterotypical, you got that right! When we made it beside the church, the only people we saw were the other guys from the class. I was shy to go inside because I know, they’d make me feel out of place… as usual. Kezia served as my confidence blanket. At some moments, I was proud to show to the other guys that Kezia and I goes to school together. I don’t know why. Perhaps, I was trying to make the guys who have a crush on her jealous. When we saw our other classmates, we immediately got in. Everyone looked gorgeous and handsome. I really felt like it was PROM again!
There weren’t many seats on the church so most of us decided to go wherever usherettes told us to go. But in the end, our butts landed on the chairs outside, at the school’s ‘plaza maria’. Of course, everyone were being impatient and “hungry”. Some of us seemed disappointed that there weren’t seats reserved for us, when in fact, we were invited. After a few moments, minutes, hours, whatever!, our adviser told us there were six empty seats inside. I wanted to go, I wanted to attend the mass. My friends, the ones who make me confident whenever they’re around, they were gone. They were inside the church already. I know, I am a bit exaggerating on my statement a bit… I’m sorry for that.
I felt like a fish out of water because it seemed that I am the only guy in the middle of gossiping girls. While they were talking, I was like: “Oh man! Damn it! Crap! Why the hell am I the only guy around?! Darn it!”. I was kinda mad. Then, Christian and Jophel popped. That was the time, I felt confident hanging with the girls again. Not to mention, even with Kezia around, I wasn’t feeling good hanging out with them.
After a few talks, I didn’t seem to mind what time it was- or how long was the mass. When the mass was over, I saw my friends. Boy, was I glad to see them! I felt like I was bumping to a childhood friend whom I’ve never seen for so long time.
When it was chowtime, tables seem to have turned the wrong way again. I mean, there were some problems. It was hard getting rations of food because there were a lot of visitors. Some of our friends decided to go to Jollibee instead. But me, Aira, Jophel, Reynold and some of our friends, stood up for what we believe in. Or at least, what our stomach believes on. LOL. We almost had a chance to get our rations when the commandant of the school’s CAT Officers to tell us, both students and teachers,to let the visitors get their lunch first. We had no right to complain, because he was right. I didn’t care much about that actually, because I wasn’t that hungry. Although, some of us, and some teachers were obviously mad for that. If there’s one thing I can say about that, Rev. Fr. Ted already saw us on our lines. Why bother sending us back?! That kind of seemed pathetic.
In the end, we managed to get out lunch. It was very delicious. We had two turns on the rations. LOL. I guess it’s what you can call: ‘making things efficient’. Seriously, we’re not always in this kinds of occasions, so we took the freedom of eating everything we want. I guess that’s what you can say ‘perks’ of being invited.
There were some other things that happened too. But honestly, I’m not in the authority to tell that.
So, in consolation for that, I’ll just show you some photos:
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