Nostalgia

This is kinda weird.

I really got freaking emotional and sort of depressed while I was browsing at the pictures I took in school two or three years ago during my freshman days. Man, we only have eleven months left until we have to climb up some stage, graduating in some funny dress I don’t really feel like wearing at this moment. But as the window at Papemelroti (a gift shop) in Megamall says, “The tassel is worth the hassle”. Pfft.

Ahhhh…..those childish days. So old and smell like peanut butter. Oh did I say peanut butter? I meant, pee-nut butter and uh…jelly.

Okay, and where was I?

Those childish days, when innocent minds were forced to get filled in with complicated x+y’s that I didn’t really enjoy. Then there was one thing I will never forget — violence. Well actually, I wasn’t really violent during those times neither was I put into some violent situation. What I mean is that I was accused of being violent. Yes, I said it right this time. I have been wrongly friggin accused of being violent. Or in the popular culture — bullying. And who’s the guy who pointed his fat index finger to me? No other than the school prefect during that year.

I won’t forget that moment when the school prefect entered our during that time, noisy room. You could really see his guts from afar. That military-like body of his. That masungit look. And those crappy words he blurted out…”Atienza, stand up”. I stood up quickly to show him that I also, somehow, have some guts on those kinds of sticky situations. But deep inside, I was nervous like hell. “Yes sir?” I replied. My heart was beating faster and faster, waiting for the next words he would spit out. “You are bullying your classmates. Are you?!”. Darn him! That was the most absurd question I ever heard in my entire life. “No sir”, I replied like a soldier being asked if he left his underwear in the quarters.

The next thing that happened was, he turned to my classmates and asked if I ever did any bullying acts to them. I saw my classmates’ eyes…they were big and wide as if something really bad happened. I was waiting for someone to answer. No one answered. I was still waiting for any answers. The prefect was also waiting. It was ten seconds until somebody said “No sir”. I was kinda relieved and thankful that a classmate saved me from being accused of something I wasn’t really doing in the first place. I didn’t know if he was satisfied with my classmate’s answer. But I saw those eyes and those guts when he left.

Gah. That was really unforgettable. That was just one of the things I won’t really forget. But honestly, I’m really innocent on that bullying thang.

~ by Jmar on April 21, 2008.