We were running almost in bullet speed. They’re behind us. Faster! Run!

           It was a bright Saturday. I and my partners-in-crime were off again for our food trip. We climbed the mango tree owned by a grumpy old man living across the neighborhood, who after witnessing our acts, unleashed his guard dogs to chase us. 

              That was ten years ago. Let me share to you more unforgettable escapade–my high school days!

The morning routine.

           Godzilla had just awaken inside my tummy. Its growling became louder that I had to put my hands on my stomach so that my seatmates wouldn’t hear the sounds; the teacher was boring; the hands of the clock seemed to be on a sluggish mode. This was the price I had to pay for skipping breakfast so as not to miss my first subject and to avoid the usual line of my teacher, “You’re too early for your next subject.” Although the school was a stone’s throw away from our house, but for me to arrive just on time, according to my classmates, was next to impossible! I used my mountain bike and everyday was hard for me since I wore skirts. 

Someone’s in trouble.

           My friends and I were not pleasing students back then. Our names would spell trouble for teachers. Every end of the school year, we would always receive the same threat over and over again, “Next year, expect that you will be in separate sections.” So, every March we would huddle up and cry, but only to find out that we still belong to the same section the following year.

           For me, one of the most obnoxious acts we did was when we committed an over-da-bakod (climbing over the campus fence) violation. We had a policy in school that no student can get out of the campus before 4:00 PM except if you have a very important matter to attend to. You needed a note from a faculty member as proof that you have the school’s permission to leave, or else, befriend the school guard.