October is my favorite month ever since I was a little child. It is usually chillier than the past months but it’s not rainy. I love that it is the Halloween and people are talking about the paranormal and people, especially cute little children, are dressed up in various costumes. I also love it because it is School of Saint Anthony’s Foundation month!
I’ve studied in School of Saint Anthony since June 1995 when I entered first grade and left on April 2005 when I graduated from high school so basically, it has been ten years since I graduated this year. Man, when I was studying there, I thought school would never end and after a snap of a finger and a couple of heartbreaks, a thesis, a civil service examination, two university graduations, a broken bone, a LASIK surgery, a bar examination, two job experiences, and a root canal, ten years had passed. It just feels unreal.
Suffice to say that ten years later, I cannot say that I am a successful person especially if it means financially. They said that heartbreaks, failures and empty pockets are the best teachers in life. I’ve met the first two before and now I have to deal with the third one now that I am waiting for my papers to be processed in a government office. It hurts me a little every time I see my money lessen and lessen each day even if I barely leave the house. I took a little pride that so far, I am the only person who is a member of the Philippine bar. Nonetheless, in five years, I am certain that more people from my batch would also be members and I’d gladly welcome them. But it’s not that a big deal. It’s only a title which the general public will admire and hate you for it. My batch mates who would eventually become lawyers would understand me better someday.
Ten years later, I know that my batch mates and I fully understood one thing: high school was not destiny. Or better yet, nothing is destiny. We evolve everyday. Our popularity or number of friends or awards received then does not make an impact on what we are now in our careers or even in parenthood for some. Our college degrees sometimes do not even have an impact on our current jobs now. This is specifically true for our batch as half of my batch mates were forced by their parents to take up nursing which was considered as the gold mine course back then. But I love how bullies became nicer and that people who hardly care for school earned their respective degrees and titles. I love seeing how time progressed and see that we evolved from being clueless of our future in slowly taking in charge of what is ahead.
Over ten years, it’s nice to see that my batch mates seem to be doing well. We are in a generation where almost everyone is searchable through Facebook and could get some news about your batch mates in the newsfeed. A handful is in abroad. Some started their own families. Some of my batch mates who were not even talking to each other in high school are now married. Some have their own businesses. Some people are already in their graduate studies and some did not finish college. But whatever the circumstances happened between high school graduation and now, we are all doing one thing: facing life as an adult. It is also clear to us that adult life is not everything we have dreamed of or our worst nightmare.
Sometimes, it could be both.
Good luck to all of us, my dear batch mates. Don’t feel old. We’re not even thirty yet!