I’ve visited my High School alma mater today and I couldn’t help but feel nostalgic seeing it again after a long time. I think the last time I went there was around 3-5 years ago for the Interbatch basketball competition and the Alumni Homecoming. This time I went there along with my students and other co-teachers.

I was surprised. It felt sadly familiar but strangely ironic. With all the Pisay students there, I could still remember the rush and excitement of deadlines, the terror of project defenses, and the stress of putting up exhibits. Oh no! Just remembering it is giving me hyperacidity! Though it wasn’t all bad.

It was also strangely pleasant seeing old teachers and mentors still teaching there! It felt a little awkward though greeting them as equals now, but at the same time eerily familiar. I can’t help but think that they would always seem like mentors to you no matter how old you get. Even if you’re now teaching other students just like them. Hehehe! (No sucking up intended here ha!)

When I was looking through the front lobby, I could still somehow recall the feeling of agitation for my teachers for all the work load that they gave me back then, but there I was carrying students of my own (who might be harboring their own feelings of agitation towards me now). How ironic is that? All in all, it wasn’t bad – my trip down memory lane.