ANG KLASE SA PISIKA

Yesterday seems like it’s just June 4th, the beginning of another school year, the beginning of our senior

life at high school, and tomorrow will already be April 4th, exactly ten months after the first day, the day

seniors await the most but also secretly praying not to come, because mates and friends in four-year

time will go their separate ways. Yesterday we were busy flaunting and showing off our new stuff, and

busy getting and adjusting our new subjects and schedules. But tomorrow, everything that started four

years ago will come to its end.

It’s really amazing how the time flies so quickly that we didn’t even notice that we’ll bidding goodbye to

our high school life soon. Four years ago, we were just a new kid from this random school, afraid of

facing the new chapter of our lives. But tomorrow, we will be officially called an alumna, and step up

into a new level and chapter of our life.

IV-EINSTEIN, I know that after tomorrow, our everyday cycle of living in a death-defying advanced

education system will leave off our precious life. After tomorrow, we can no longer clean the rain ways

every morning. We will not make our investigatory projects in our research subject anymore. We will no

longer freeze in our sits and listen intently to Sir Jamby about Simoun’s revenge plan to the Spaniards in

El Filibusterismo. We will not be hearing Mam Ramos’ bewitching voice while she explains how to

simplify logarithm of twenty-five to the base of eight and will not be dealing with the never-ending

derivatives and functions in Calculus. We cannot solve the projectile motion of a bullet train in our class

in Advanced Physics anymore. We will miss eating our lunch at our room while arguing to Mam Crown

whether to watch Showtime or not. We will no longer balance chemical equations and calculate the

enthalpy and entropy of a certain formula in our Advanced Chemistry class. We cannot share our own

philosophy in life in Values class anymore. We will miss debating about random issues and writing

formal and informal themes until our hands fall off in English. We will no longer hear the discussions

about the economy of our country, buying the undying SNJ issues, and getting an insane amount of

preaching about the bible in Social Studies. I would personally miss sleeping in front of the reporter with

a book covering my face at that subject. We will miss hearing lectures about programming, web

designing, video editing and other cool stuff at the computer room in our ICT class. We can no longer

learn a song in Music, memorize artists’ life and their paintings in Arts, learn different folks dances and

plan ramification of a game in Physical Education and know about drugs and it’s prohibition in Health.

Lastly, we will miss our bonding as a class, our teamworkunity as a team, our friendship, our presence,

our laughter, and most of all, each and everyone’s visage, even though we see those annoying faces five

times a week, ten hours a day. We learned to treat each other as our own brothers and sisters, and

sometimes, even more than that.

Honestly, I don’t want to go away. I don’t want to forget. But I know that we can not easily erase each other from our minds, because in four years, we became a part of each others life, and that special bond will keep us all together, until we reach our dreams in life.

Thank you for everything.

And I hope, not like Placido Penitente, we will not leave our klase sa Pisika without looking back, without returning to Fourth Year Special Science Class Einstein’s arms, someday.

- leanne

03 april 2011

Einstein, total nagdradrama na rin lang kayong lahat, ako din gagaya. Haha pag isstatus ko naman limited ang space, pag iggm, baka sumabog ang inbox niyo. Kaya ipopost ko na lang. pareblog na lang at palike ^^anyway POV ko yun kaya wag na komontra. kekeke