Excavating High School Life

Who would’ve thought that a mundane boy’s school would turn out to be one of Cebu’s finest co-ed institutions boasting of its 35 years of experience and countless graduates who’ve owed their success to the school? The first time I had set foot here was like getting lost into a battlefield when you’re just in search of a park. I didn’t know what kinds of people lurk in it and I don’t even have an idea who St. Louis was. Nevertheless, it didn’t took me long to adapt into the viable ecosystem that the school provides, where there is the survival of the fittest. Yet among all the schools I’ve attended to, this school actually practices proper establishment of relationship inside the room and out because I’ve never realized how close you could become with your mentors when there is so much room of expression around. With cutting-edge instruction and, ahem, competitive faculty members, you wouldn’t wonder why there’s so much banners to be put up, postings around, and up-close interviews screaming the successes of alumni. With Louisian sophistication running in our circulatory system, it’s not too far from the same happening unto us. St. Louis School has been a catalyst in creating many changes in us, thanks to the Evaluation Notebook and the English Drive. We have lived a life of historical value and armed with skills that an aggressive world demands. Thus, we batch 2006-2007 seem to be the filthy and unusable artifacts excavated by our teachers so that other people may find value in us through the contributions we give the society one day. Our batch is like an ancient site where one has to dig deeper to surface prized items in each of us: the joker, the artist, the nerd, the flirt, the athletic, the drama queen or the lover in each of us, to be shown through the enigmatic poses contained herein. St. Louis will witness this benchmark in a yearbook. No need for National Geographic to realize we are archeologists in our own right. Because of our inquisitiveness to learn new things and a great deal of thirst for knowledge lead us to explore in the same way when you got your first kiss when your parents were so eager to keep you home. We are archeologists when we sort artifacts in the hope of rebuilding some of them to their original objects just as we would when we heal wounds brought about by break-ups, campus scandals, family disputes, feud between friends and when we begin to question our faith. Our batch was just rich of those. “What is essential is invisible to the eye,” as the fox says from our well-loved literature in English IV. After all the hard work, diploma doesn’t really matters, it’s actually the lessons we learned and the company of others along the way is the greatest triumph we can brag of anytime.