Going back...

I'd forgotten how much I miss my high school alma mater -- Elizabeth Seton School. I can't be sure, but I believe that much of who I am today stems from my four years of stay in that institution. Sure, I may have had the same quality of education in similarly-leveled (ESS is considered one of the tops schools in the country -- supposedly, but I believe it) schools. But the same character? I doubt it.

It is in this school that I first developed the idea that there is a bigger world out there. A world bigger than the Playstation I was so fond of. Larger and more expansive than the television set most of us are guilty of being too attached to. ESS didn't teach me to abandon these luxuries, they however taught me how to put these things into perspective.

In my graduating year in ESS, I became the editor-in-chief of the Seton Notes (our official school paper), the treasurer for the Student Council, and the chief of the Yearbook Committee. Seeing where I am today, and realizing the various responsibilites that I hold, I am happy that I undertook those responsibilities back then because otherwise I may still just be a regular, happy-go-lucky, non-caring student. Thank God.

So when ESS elebrated its first Grand Alumni Homecoming, I was eager to go back. Not a lot went back, only around 600-700 people came -- they missed the free ice cream and iced tea (stuff which I found out could lead to fever when taken in excessively). But the new gymnasium where the party was held was breathtaking. It puts SISC's gym to shame. International my ass (not that I hate southville, I love it, it's just that ESS is better).

It is when I returned to my 4th year classroom, however, that things started to get really nostalgic. I guess what they say is true: no place like home. And for what seemed to be longer than ten months, I considered that classroom my home. Seating in my old seat -- priceless...