Our toil has ushered us into the present
Our toil has ushered us
into the present, while with faith, we hold on, hoping to secure the
future. However, it is our past that has given us our soul. Over the
past 25 years, certain people, certain events have shaped our lives and
our future, molding us into the very persons we are now. We have
witnessed the close of a very tumultuous century and have hitched our
wagons to this promising, yet, foreboding new one. We take this
welcomed break to celebrate the 25th anniversary of our high
school graduation and to look back to our giddy high school days. It
was glory days for some; of recognition, plaudits, of many-a-wild
bemusements, sorry years to others; of rejections, nagging doubts and
insecurities, but for most, if not all, an age of relative innocence and
Let us, together then,
sail the river of time as we try to bridge the wide, gapping years that
saw us from what we were then to who we are now. With relief and a
dallop of humour, let us allow the memories to trickle in, events slowly
unfold, pondering the lessons learned as we let the hurts sift through
the fiber of character the years have woven into us.
Remember, we have defied the odds!
We have survived high school, college,
universities, Med school, Law school, mean, mediocre bosses, bankruptcy,
heartbreaks, unemployment and the likes!
We have known life and survived it!
Beneath every symbol of success, every scar of
failure, every appellation we have earned (including
time-honored “Ma” and “Da”) through the passing of years, patience, and
youth (Woe begone!), scratch its surface and you will see a commonality
in everyone—the stamp of “uste”. We all queued up along the same UST
High lobby, craning our necks to catch a glimpse of the members of the
opposite sex. We all sucked-up to the same powers that were; Regents,
Principals, teachers, CAT/ROTC commandants (God bless their souls!),
even those all-too-eager student monitors who would report you for
losing your I.D. or if you be missing one of those dreadful embroidered
beige bars in your necktie. We all sang that corny ditty, “The magic of
UST High….” and in one instance at least, wished there really is one.
Let us relive these moments once again, and as they say, this time with
You asked, “What will distinguish this reunion
from all the rest?” What will set this one apart?
The answer is—your experience!
Share them! Please.