Some Memories of my School Days

I can still feel the metre stick striking my hands and I can still hear the teacher counting from 1-10 or to 100 while doing so. I can feel the pain of every hit but I couldn't remember what it is for. Surely, I did something she wasn't happy about.

Napitpit na naman!

I can still see the eraser flying to one of my classmate's heads. I'm relieved it wasn't mine. It was a good throw with all the chalk powder garnishing his/her hair to wherever it reached. Some classmates are lucky to get hit by the sudden throw. And no, you don't talk back those days. You are not allowed to. You keep it to yourself.

You will never forget these words if you're from the Philippines. Also I'm sure I know you know how it feels. 🤣

• Napingot/naapatse

• Napadipa sa labas

• Nakurit

• Napaskwat

Oh, I missed our blackboard that is colour green. Why did they call it blackboards anyway?

And no one wants to be the cleaner. Everyone going home and you will be left to clean the classroom.

I remember biting the end of the pencil because I need the eraser badly. Just a wee bit more. There's more. And the size of the pencil doesn't bother me even it's so small that I can barely hold it in my hand. Oh yes, I experienced that.

I love the surprise test and the unexpected recitation. But those who don't study hate them the most. I still think of our class bullies. Oh, I'm sure they still exist.

Unlike now that we have the internet to help with homework, back in my day we have to go to the library and research for the answers to every subject we had. It's hard work. Sometimes we just copy each other's answers. Sometimes they just copy from me. I got paid too sometimes.

I'm not the smartest in school but I do well because I have to. I need a scholarship from Elementary until college. I rely on it so I have to study hard. I know I have to get good grades. But those days money speaks more than brains.

Those parents who give gifts and do teacher favours, their children get better grades. Before I was frustrated with the system but until high school, it never changed. Do you want extra grades? Buy me some paint. Or buy me food at Wendy's. I don't have money to buy the teachers anything. But I'm proud that I earn my grades with pure hard work.

They surely are trending if that happens now. And glad that you are not allowed to hit students now. And school bullies get dealt with accordingly.

I miss the food on the tray that goes rounds in the classroom only if I have money in my pocket. I miss the hot sopas (creamy soup) or the tastiest pizza at the cheapest price!

Remembering back on those days. I have some teachers and classmates I never forgot. Some memories stay in my heart and head. Some good, some bad. Some broke my heart. Some teach me good lessons. But all lead me to where I am now.

Thank you for reading. ❤

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