I sat around the corner of my room and grabbed the radio on my side, turned it on and tuned to some old songs. I felt a soothing sensation when the sweet melody started blowing into my ears and I find out that my mind has turned to dreaming, remembering old moments from the past.
I don’t know why”The old songs “by David Pomeranz keeps me weepy whenever I hear it. It brings a lot of memories to me especially when I was a kid. The lyric is for lovers but I have a different interpretation of it maybe because of its sentimental harmony that I connote it with my childhood experiences way, way back. This song caused me to figure out the transition of my life, from my childhood, to the High School and College life and even up to the present.
As a child growing up in a small town in the province of Catanduanes ,I was accustomed to so many beautiful things such as the culture and the pristine surroundings thus I may say that the place where I grew up has a big contribution to what I call a happy childhood. As far as I could remember we own every rice fields, creeks and even mountains as our playground. No one will tell you not to step on it because someone owns it. It’s ours and we can play whenever we wanted to. No wonder why I have so many scars on my legs, feet and even on my body. All of that are living proof on how I have enjoyed being a kid on a countless summer and rainy days.
I was this typical student who’s like the others that go with the flow. I’m a dead fish back then. I never had the guts to show what I really have and what I can do. I’m not good in academics or anything and I really hated mathematics. Math is my fear, my greatest fear. Often I would sit far from my teacher to avoid my name to be called and If by chance I get spotted then I’ll just succumb to embarrassment and let my classmates laugh at me and I’ll laugh at myself too. I envied my seatmate because she’s good at the subject that out of her pity, she would open her test-paper and let me gawk at it during exam .I pitied myself for being slow that sometimes I ask God why He’d let me suffer that fate.
My class adviser once told me that I’m good in English because she has read my essays and saw a potential in me being a writer someday. I chuckled with my ears clapping as if I can’t believe with what I heard from her. That’s impossible I said because even my English teacher just gave me 86 as my final grade and I don’t think that’s good enough. Now I consider myself as a self-proclaimed writer and no one can object that…hehehe
I get to know what love and heartache is. I get to know the real meaning and value of friendship and most of all I was able to unearth life’s beautiful journey through this stage. I miss my friends in High School. I miss the feeling of having a crush. I miss the terror teachers. I miss mathematics and the fear it gives to me. I miss doing home works and most of all I miss the recess.
I became more mature the day I stepped into College. It seems everything is a preparation for my future. I learned the value of discipline and so with the hard-works. Looking back to the years I spent in our institution caused me to feel quite nostalgic. Memories of my struggles are still fresh and often recurring constantly reminding me on how fortunate I am that I was able to surpass the challenges brought by the tough system of the College I was in. It has a strict implementation of policies which quite frankly became the hardest challenge for me. It has a semblance of a Military school where in everyone is obliged to conform to the set of laws. It’s funny back then on how I hated the so-called Merit/Demerit system in which students are being punished through the deduction of points whenever they failed to comply with the rules especially in observing punctuality. Loitering and littering are also considered as crimes and even spitting and slouching which you think are just simple acts also have corresponding penalties. Taking a nap during break-time is prohibited and once you get caught be ready for the sanctions. Many a times I would check on my haircut if it’s within the standard and so with my mustache and beards if it is properly trimmed because grooming is a part of maturity. It’s an order for us to look mature and professional and being professional is acting as if you’re responsible with your moves at all times that’s why horse playing and unnecessary actions inside the campus is absolutely in contradiction with our code of conduct. Admittedly, I find it really hard to act upon these rules that I often complain and grumble but little did I know that if not because of these strict orders I wouldn’t be able to hone my discipline. Truly, there are certain things in life that seems difficult at times but becomes valuable in the future.
As the song ends I realized how I have traveled back in time. Old songs really can bring back the old times…