Good Times.

Ah, the sweet sound of laughter echoing through the white and gray walls of the school building. The pleasant smile of each teacher in those halls. The halls filled with memories. Them interesting lectures that go on for 40 minutes in our beloved clock-less classroom. Ah. I will definitely miss those. *reminiscing* But most of all, I will miss the people. The teachers, my beloved classmates, my batch mates, the administrators and the rest of the staff. Like the teachers said, everyone has made an impact on everyone else one way or another. They certainly have made a mark on me. Even the people I despise. I will always love you, Tagbanua! You have impacted my life more than anyone else.

Tagbanua is the most fun class I have ever had an opportunity to be a part of. Tagbanua is united, even if it didn't seem that way most of the time. We are one and the same, in our own little unique Tagbanua way. We successfully battled against the bad times that came our way. It actually surprises me that everyone is concerned for each other. Like the time when Josel left, we all found time to say good bye. Like when someone is sick and she missed a lot of important discussions, there would always be a person or people that would tell her everything that she missed.

I am so sorry, Tagbanua. For not realizing that you are the secret ingredient to make this school year great. Like I said, we are one and the same, in our own little unique Tagbanua way. Oh. I almost forgot. Happy Graduation and good luck in high school, batch `o9!

Take care and God bless.
Lotsa love,
Ida B.