I am a graduate of STC QC, and a member of Batch 2009.
It feels so bittersweet to say that.
It really is sweet. All the pains each one of us took paid off. A few years later we could say that in high school, we weren't useless, that we had a goal and accomplished it despite all the hardship. That we graduated with few regrets, because we did what we had to do.
But it's bitter. Because slowly but surely the memories will fade, only to be left with an old photograph. But the feeling in my heart will always be still there. And even now, I still have distinct memories. Me standing in front of the GS office for my very first day of school in STC. Meeting Patricia. Ms. Umali. Discovering that I could write. Graduating GS. Excelling. Finding limits. Making huge mistakes. Making up for them. Friendship. Learning. Stress. Tears.
This summer, I'm going to spend tons of time with my high school friends. Because I want to prove that friendship can last if you really want it to, that no hourglass can say that bonds fade with time. I'll just have to reinforce it to exhaustion.
And come college, I have a name to stand up for. The name of Theresians. The name of my batch. And the name of a girl who was once a high school student, who went through 10 years of memories, who cried and laughed wholeheartedly all those days, and who swore with tears in her eyes that she had a legacy behind her along with 271 other students that she has to prove and uphold.
