A Bodacious Legacy

Dear reader, ever thought of how you could never be forgotten by your family and friends? If you had, how would you do it? Jump from a 50-storey skyscraper in front of your family and friends or submit yourself to a pack of hungry wolves? If that's the case, then you will be remembered as an idiot somebody who was tore apart from limb to limb. Be a Nobel peace prize winner or be a national hero? Or just be yourself and do nothing? If you have no answer to these tormenting questions, then I advise you to close this window and quickly turn off the computer, so that you won't be consumed and be devoured by your own thoughts, literally.

If you were to ask me, I want to be remembered as somebody who left high school that was true to himself and was never ashamed of his imperfections. I am a person who is so happy-go-lucky and optimistic, a proof that I am a very confident person. I am not and will never be pessimistic in any way because I am a person who brings laughter and gaiety and not doom or despair. I want my classmates to think of me as a person full of dignity and never gave up on problems, instead, just laughed it all away or in short, brave. I was never ashamed of what I am and I am proud of it. I am unique in some way and I know that my classmates do think so too. I want to prove to them that I am an individual that will leave footprints in their hearts and I hope I could do that, and if I could, I hope it would not wash away, like footprints in the sand. Someday, when a classmate would open our yearbook and arrive at my profile, I would like to see her smile and say to herself: "I will never remember this guy because he had proved himself that he is what he really is and because he had put a mark on my heart and that is the greatest gift he had given me, friendship".

Being remembered is a great achievement in life because everything that I had done is appreciated and recognized. It isn't only honor and prestige but also gratitude because those I have left behind are thankful because I became a part of their lives. I have been there with them through all the dark and lambent times and I myself am proud of that. Being remembered is a proof that you are existing and that you have left a rubric impression on them, your friends. Jumping off a 50-storey skyscraper isn't enough to be remembered because you can only be remembered not only just by putting yourself on front of posters and books but imprinting yourself on each and every one's heart that you had met and becamse friends with. Even though your face isn't on a statue or a pedestal, be proud that your sparkling self is engraved on the memories of each and every one. That is all, for I am quite lethargic right now. Monsieur Aronnax.

An Ulterior Affection

Dear reader, once again, we meet. Have you ever had a relationship with someone yet, there was someone who would never get out of your head? Ever felt the feeling of true love? If not, then you're so unfortunate as to not experiencing the feeling that only a feeling can explain. If your answer is a yes, then your life is quite fortunate. Having felt love and to love at the same time is a gift from God that could never taken from you, so treasure it as if it was your life but beware, the next paragraph is full of gloomy opinions. If you are courageous enough to read the next paragraph, then you are courageous just like a knight in front of a fire-breathing dragon, ready to fight for your life.

Loving someone is such a complicated task but what is more complicated is when you love two or more than that at the same time. What do you think about that? Isn't the girl just as stupid as a stegosaurus? For me, loving more than one isn't stupidity or foolishness, it is just an urge that even you could not stop it. Love is a simple word but its meaning is so intricate that it could be compared to a labyrinth, where a lot could go in but only few could ever go out. Some consumed by obsession or extreme love for someone.

The Look
Strephon kissed me in the spring,

Robin in the fall,

But Colin only looked at me

And never kissed at all.
Strephon's kiss was lost in jest,

Robin's lost in play,

But the kiss in Colin's eyes

Haunts me night and day.
-- Sara Teasdale

In the poem "The Look" by Sara Teasdale ,the girl had a relationship with two guys, Strephon and Robin. Yet, what was confusing about it was that, she is actually falling in love with Colin, whom she does not even have a relationship with. Isn't that actually possible? Of course, love is unexpecting, it just sprouts out of nowhere, like a mushroom on a fallen, dead log. Love, is both deadly and vivacious. Deadly, as in literally, because a lot of persons that are excessively in love with another commit suicide because of some reasons that they could not accpet. Vivacious, on the other hand, because it is full of laughter and joy because love is a feeling that is beyond imagination. Being in love isn't a curse but a blessing because it is given to a few people who are worthy of receivng it. Love is unexplainable, even scholars nor scientists couldn't explain the behavior of love. Dictionaries could explain the word "love" but only those who are experiencing love could explain to us the real meaning of the word "love". We can't also judge those persons who fell in love at the wrong time, place and person because it is not their fault why they fell in love at the first place, they just simply met "love" along the way, an acquaintance, never knowing that "love" could be a part in their lives. Loving is being courageous because you have to have the courage the consequences of being in love because there are only two things that may happen to you: extreme happiness or a mournful death. This is all for now, till next time. Monsieur Aronnax.

A Grandiose Evening (Part 2)

We meet again, my dear friend. I presume that you had read the first part of what I am going to continue to type down, right? If your answer is no, then go back and find the entry with the title: "A Grandiose Evening (Part 1)". If you can't seem to find it their there are only two reasons why: its either you are blind or you just lack skills in looking for it. Anyway, if you had read the first entry, then I'll continue from where we left off. Umm, where did we just left off? Oh yes, my idiotic self claiming the legacy of Bibliophilia, I suppose? Okay, brace yourself for we are to dive into my recollections once again.

Okay, to continue what I was talking about, I was there, standing up with a blank expression on my face, it was as if my inner self was left in my house. I was petrified on the ground with faces staring at me, waiting for me to move. It was after some microseconds when I awoke in my senses and I terrifyingly received the enclosed letter that was handed down to me by the Senior. After all the legacies were given, we were given a salutation and frankly, I felt that I was special and I have a special attribute in my self. We went back to our seats and I was congratulated by my friends at our table and the next activity presumed. It was the lighting of the significant candle at the center of our table. After such a glorious event, the giving of tributes followed. This activity is characterized by giving the graduating Seniors a thing that they could treasure for as long as they like, in the Juniors' case, potpourri. After a solemn event, we sang our song for the Seniors, which they enjoyed a lot. After the last activities were finished, including the promenade dance, one of our teacher announced that it was time for the disco and we all cheered, hearing the good news.

The disco started with a rather slow song, intended for all the lovers inside the ballroom. It was really silent, except for a few whispers from various persons who could not relate to the lovers. The following tracks were enjoyable and full of life so all the people inside the room danced their way to the middle of the room and spent their time shaking their hips and twisting their bodies as if they were twisted Bristle cone Pines. After several songs were played, some went back to their seats, exhausted and hungry. Some went back to the buffet table to grab some food. It was really fun due to the interaction between the Juniors and Seniors that night. Both the Junior and Seniors boys were having a showdown, where some crawled and tumbled. After such a exhausting activity, the event ended and all of us went home, enjoyed and satisfied, especially the Juniors because for twice in their lives they had and they will experience the same feeling again, the feeling of friendship and bonding between the two year levels but before I could be found out lamenting and whimpering because of the said event, I would end this and once again, thank you for reading this recollection. Monsieur Aronnax.

A Unaccustomed Learning

Dear reader, I am in a festive mood because our paths had crossed again. I am to narrate to you a more serious topic and I know you'll be bored and all but I hope you can still have the time to lock your weary eyes on the screen. What I am about to discuss in this entry doesn't concern you yet it concerns me so, if you don't want to read this, then you should close this window and open another one.

It happened in a normal day, anything normal as usual but I happened to forget an important school activity. This activity is quite funny and at the same time informative because ordinary students like me(*a clue to my identity*), have the chance to be one of the faculty or one of the staff for a day or two. Well, isn't that exciting and creepy? You're actually seeing your good-natured classmates teaching you the lesson for the day! Now, could you stop your thought from drifting in the clouds and ponder this: "Could you really see your classmate as your respected teacher for a day?"

As the bell rang for the first subject, we were expecting the unexpected and of course, the unfamiliar. It was bizarre looking at our new teacher, a very common countenance that because we see him everyday, we could almost see the lines etched on his face, describing maturity and escaping adolescence and into adulthood. It was and odd feeling, looking at a classmate that was discussing a rather boring topic but the adjective "boring" was wiped from our minds and we were just staring at him with large, window-like eyes, stunned because of his strange demeanour. It was as if he was morphed into an organism who was utterly serious and very dedicated, in the sense that he is concerned with his so-called students, even for a day. It was a good thing that students were given a chance to be one of the faculty or the staff so that they could experience the annoyance when their students become too noisy and also the responsibility that they should teach their students with full care, as though the students were fragile and breakable. It guess it was a happy and at the same time, a peculiar experience. Besides the fact that it was strange listening to our own classmates, it was also a fun experience because we were fond of of looking at our classmates, faces strained because we were not giving such respect that we, as students, should give to our beloved teachers, who works everyday just to see our dreamy faces and talk the whole period, never knowing who's listening and aren't.

We should give our thanks and respect to our industrious teachers for their indefatigable patience and love for teaching. They had loved us and will never forget us because they had teached and cared for us for at least a year. They had exhibited hardwork, passion and love for both their work and their students. Imagine you, as a teacher, always looking at your students everyday without being bored or tired at your job. Isn't it frustrating just to make a lesson plan for your ungrateful students? Well, that is my question and it is up to you if you would answer that question or you would leave that to the others. That is all, I think. Monsieur Aronnax.

A Grandiose Evening (Part 1)

Dear my avid reader, I hope you are not getting tired of reading my ramblings and complaints to this world, but before I totally destroy my day just thinking of some petty discouragements because of this world, I would like to tackle on something more beautiful, magical and enchanting. I am talking about an event, an event that is naturally splendid and dainty. An event that is totally unforgettable. An event that is called the "Senior-Junior Promenade".

It was a warm February afternoon when the wind elemental whipped up my face as I rode with my father on our motorcycle. It was not the coldness of the wind whipping my face that are sending shocks down my spine but something else, something unexpected, something magical and I was about to experience it. As we nearly arrived at the said venue, I saw a towering giant, looming towards me like a titan looking at me with blaring eyes, ready to tear me from limb to limb but I disredarded it, I was not afraid, I was ready to face the horrible being and so I did. Me and my father went at the front of its mouth and I bade farewell to my father and I went inside the titan's mouth. As I was about to enter, I was expecting to see rows of teeth and a huge muscular tongue yet what I saw was different, very different. I saw ladies and gentlemen, wearing tuxedos and splendid gowns as if they were all lords and ladies attending a social ball. Our hall was at the second floor so I have to walk up the stairs and be stared by hundreds of people wondering what the heck was I doing there, walking up the elegant stairs, very well suited for a social gathering. As I reached the last step of the stairs, I was greeted with warm smiles by my classmates. I was excited and at the same time nervous of what was about to happen next.

Prior to the said event, we, the Juniors and the Seniors had been taught proper etiquette, the promenade dance and other activities which are needed for a promenade night to take place. After we were designated to our partners, we readied ourselves for the inevitable. As practiced, we first studied the introduction of the females and their escorts where the lady and her partner would "strut" their selves on an elevated platform and after mastering those so-called skills, we were taught how to do the promenade dance, which was a little bit confusing, especially the "exchanging partners" step. After which, we were branded as "ready-to-go" or in other words, we were ready for the awaited Promenade night.

Going back to the event proper, I was a little bit ecstatic about the coming night because of course, it was my first time to participate in such a formal event and it was also my first time to wear a formal attire, with the long sleeves, black slacks and the necktie. After becoming awed with myself and after the introduction of the ladies and their escorts, we all went to our designated tables but me and my friend, Jann Krystel del Mar, was still not going to our tables because we were both to lead the Opening Address and the Opening Prayer, respectively. After such necessities, supper was ready and we relish the delicious foods with gusto. After supper, we lingered in our tables for the opening of the second program, which involves the Prophecy and the Legacy. I was a "dubber" in our prepared prophecy and I was glad that the Seniors were joyful with our presentation, where we prophecized the Seniors 10 or 20 years from now. After the comical presentation of the Juniors prophecy, it was the Seniors' turn to hand down the legacies to us, Juniors. There were 19 legacies, all and all and all the Juniors were excited to what the legacies are and to whom they would give the legacies. I was ecstatic, yet I did not hope of receiving any legacy because I wasn't that popular or known to the Seniors, so I just sat in my sat and waited patiently. After several legacies, one legacy struck me most, the Legacy of Bibliophilia or the "love of books". I love books and it is a part of me that I couldn't live without. A part of me wanted that legacy but I think there are more people in my batch that deserves it the most, one example was my bestfriend, Bryan, who was known to be quite a reader and another part of me doesn't want to expect that it would be me. I was expecting that Bryan would receive the legacy, so I was unconscious when Kirby, the previous legacy-holder, announced the person who would receive the legacy because I was too absorbed in my thoughts. I was told by my partner that I was the receiver of the legacy and I stood up, unconscious of what I was doing and not knowing what an inescapable event awaits me. Till next time. Monsieur Aronnax.

A Jovial Connection

We meet again, my dear reader. I presume that you have read my two other recollections because this is still a continuation of the other two which are entitled: "A Sublime Reminiscence" and "A Rapturous Continuance", which are all about my high school life. Hope you can still delve and bear these recollections that I am about to show you. Relax and enjoy, then.

As I continue to walk on the path of maturity and awakening to the true colors of this ill-stricken world, I never noticed that I was in my third year in my high school journey. My third year came with ill-fortune. We were to encounter the most ardous subjects which includes Statistics, Trigonometry and Research. Not to mention our advance study of Chemistry and Biology. We all braced for our upcoming doom but instead of being afraid, we welcomed it with smiles and full of mirth. Call our batch idiots but we were too opmistic to mind those horrid subjects. This year was the best year of my life because I had the privilege to experience the Junior-Senior Promenade, an event where all the juniors and seniors had to place aside there nasty behaviors and be formal like lords and ladies in a royal banquet. Another was our Research project where it is required for the third years to come up with a project with connection to Science and Technology. I also experienced my first love during this year. I had a lot of small expeirences that I would treasure too, even small chats with my peers.

I was designated in a section full of serious and ambitious people. The once section Benton was divided between the sections, Bocobo and Sison. Sison was the bunch of noisy ones. Almost all of them were carefree but in our section, I was like in a dank cell with all the most hideous villains staring at me(no offense!). Our section was serious and totally concerned on winning activities but I still like the section because I was given the chance to mingle with a lot of personalities. Life in my third year was like a roller-coaster. Emotions rise and fall and the section almost fell apart because of a stupid play. Accidentally, two of the persons who were fighting that moment, became lovers. Believe it or not(*laughs*). I was totally shocked with the various personalities but still, I had adjust to the lot and the section was tied and bonded strongly. After a series of arguments, debates and programs, we all arrived to the most dreaded day of our lives. The Research project proposal. My research project was all about candles and my extra component, gelatin. I had discovered that gelatin could help decelarate the melting rate of candles because the gelatin has a property that could help slow down the melting rate of candles. Yet, my research proposal was not accepted because it was too easy and the variables are too few.

Even though my proposal wasn't accepting, I'm still happy to graduate without any worries and with my friends. It is so star-crossed that we have to leave a good friend and and batch mate, the ever-tactless Robert. Yet, what I learned from this year is to be patient and industrious because with these, we can really have what we desire. I had learned to be more discreet when it comes to criticizing because a lot could be hurt in the long run. I also learned that friendship is special and we all companions to guide and help us in our troubles and worry. This is my third year in my high school. My life. Me, Monsieur Aronnax.

A Rapturous Continuance

Good day to you my friend, I hope you have read my recollection on my first year of my high school. If not, then would you please close this window or press back so that you could read my previous recollection. This is merely a continuation of my high school life. What I would retell you in this recollection is my Sophomore year. Hope you would again bear to delve in my recollections. Good day to you.

My life continued with laughter and tears in my second year as a Sophomore. I was designated in a section called Benton. Benton was a section full of interesting and comical people. The section was always laughing due to out-of-place jokes omitted by my classmates both from sections Villamor and Bartlett(First Years Sections). Our section was composed of funny and humorous people from both sections. There was no day where we wouldn't laugh because of "corny" jokes. We were a bunch of happy-go-lucky teens as if we had no problems in this complicated world. We always lose to Palma(sorry if I have to say this..*laughs*). I presume because we were always taking things so lightly not like the other section which was full of intelligent and "responsible" people. Although this section was the most immature of all, I love this section because of the joys and sadness it brought to my own self.

In this year, we were not given a Botanical Fair not like the previous batch during the Science Week because of no apparent reason, but we were all thankful for that. Intramurals also came with a new pressure, we had to get the third place because it would be a huge scandal if we lost to the first years. I was again given the chance to play my most favored sport, table tennis and I was also a contender of scrabble. It was also this year where I received the biggest failure of my life. My failed grade in Geometry where I got a grade of 73. I felt very ashamed because I took the subject too lightly. It was humiliating. It was as if I was criticized by the whole school for getting a disgusting 73. The only lacking thing to do on that part of my life was to cover myself in a blanket and disappear in a swirl of robes. I wanted to become invisible for a moment, just to escape the judgmental looks because I was too fatuous in Geometry. On that day on, I cursed the subject and said to myself that I would prove myself worthy of appreciation on that wretched subject.

In this year, I learned to be more competent and serious when it comes to both curricular and extra-curricular activities. I learned to be more appreciative of the beauty of being an adolescent but again, I was too immature to see the beauty of being in love. I experienced the best days of my high school life in this year. Sadly, we have to say goodbye to two of our batchmates: the court hearthrob, Brent and the silent but brilliant Bea. Wherever they are, may God shine upon them. This is the story of my Sophomore life. Full of laughter and jokes. Full of sobs and comforts. Monsieur Aronnax