0084: Dandelion gleanings...
Apr. 1st, 2006 08:35 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rewritethepastIt's done.
I've graduated.
And I only have this blank piece of paper with a yellow ribbon tied around it to show for it.
Well, and a medal. :) That is virtually indistinguishable from the medals Marlon-san, Isay-san, and Jman-san got.
Hahahaha.
I wonder when we'll actually get our "real" diplomas. Or if the diplomas we got are legal and valid and can be shown to the college of our choice. Or if we should just write on the blank paper and voila, our diplomas! >_<
***
It's over.
I still don't feel like it's over.
Maybe because of STR.
Or all the other things I still need to do.
Like writeups.
Gaaah.
***
Mr. General asked my dad where he was from while we were on stage.
My dad said that he was from Jolo, Sulu.
Mr. General said "Sulu? Anong pangalan mo ulit?"
Father told him, and then he told the lady with him that.
Thankfully we left soon. (Thank God for Choops-san being after me.) I was scared about what he might ask next.
Gaaah.
***
Still. It's over.
This is the last time I'll ever get to wear the Pisay uniform as a fourth year student.
I don't know what to feel.
***
Anyway, congrats Batch '06! :) We've made it :)
I'll miss you all.
But this isn't goodbye, as Isay-san said. It's just goodbye until we meet again.
Guys, this is real. What we had was real.
We're not about to just let it fade away, are we?
Batch '06 = love.
I've graduated.
And I only have this blank piece of paper with a yellow ribbon tied around it to show for it.
Well, and a medal. :) That is virtually indistinguishable from the medals Marlon-san, Isay-san, and Jman-san got.
Hahahaha.
I wonder when we'll actually get our "real" diplomas. Or if the diplomas we got are legal and valid and can be shown to the college of our choice. Or if we should just write on the blank paper and voila, our diplomas! >_<
***
It's over.
I still don't feel like it's over.
Maybe because of STR.
Or all the other things I still need to do.
Like writeups.
Gaaah.
***
Mr. General asked my dad where he was from while we were on stage.
My dad said that he was from Jolo, Sulu.
Mr. General said "Sulu? Anong pangalan mo ulit?"
Father told him, and then he told the lady with him that.
Thankfully we left soon. (Thank God for Choops-san being after me.) I was scared about what he might ask next.
Gaaah.
***
Still. It's over.
This is the last time I'll ever get to wear the Pisay uniform as a fourth year student.
I don't know what to feel.
***
Anyway, congrats Batch '06! :) We've made it :)
I'll miss you all.
But this isn't goodbye, as Isay-san said. It's just goodbye until we meet again.
Guys, this is real. What we had was real.
We're not about to just let it fade away, are we?
Batch '06 = love.
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Date: 2006-04-01 06:56 pm (UTC)I shall miss wearing the uniform. I was rather disgusted when I first saw it,but it grows on you. Plus,masakit sa ulo mag-isip ng susuotin mo araw-araw.
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Date: 2006-04-01 07:27 pm (UTC)Hooeeeeee.
I was rather disgusted when I first saw it,but it grows on you. Plus,masakit sa ulo mag-isip ng susuotin mo araw-araw.
I agree. It's hard to pick a decent outfit when you're only half-awake/only got one hour of sleep because you were cramming/etc. Although at least now we can wear pants and not worry about evil winds that blow (up skirts).