Three years later, who would have thought I'd see this place again?
Pia: Hala! Six years old pa lang kami noon!
Oy, magkaedad sila ni Sir!
Wala akong Facebook, pang matanda lang 'yun.
Alam mo kung anong oras ako dumadating dito? 5:30.
Bahala ka, sanay ka naman mangalay.
63! Seven points, saan ko kukunin yun?
Sir, kailan ka pupuntang Zamboanga?
Ma'am gagawan kita ng kapeng barako.
Simula noong dumating kayo, puno na yung locker ko ng pagkain eh.
Ako ang patient nyo ngayon.
Oy, magtatampo ako sa'yo pag hindi maganda yan.
Oh, sanay na sanay magpahaba ng artery ah!
Sir: Hahaha! Grabe ka! "Yun na yun" ha!
Jan-jan: Basic lang kay Ma'am.
Buhusan ng mainit na tubig?
Buti na lang Ate wala syang buhok no?
Buti pa yung iba ditong nakatayo, simple-simple lang.
Oh kung sino yung pinakamababa s'ya ang magpi-patient sa breast ha.
Mas matanda pa yung iba sa'yo, Te.
Okay lang yan, hindi naman kita iiwan eh.
Hala, nakalimutan ko mag gloves! Naalala ko sa inguinal na ako.
Sir: Oh anong year ka? 1990---?
Me: Itatanong mo talaga Sir? 1987 pa ako.
Te sabi ni Sir, alam ko na yung founder ng mga pagkain ninyo.
Te, tumaba ako dito. Maluwag to dati eh. Ang sikip na ngayon.
Ganun pala yun Te? Parang artista na sa TV mo lang nakikita.
May pagkain na naman ako?
Bukas ipaparanas ko sa inyo yan.
Sir: Good morning! Oh magstart ka na.
Madam: Grabe ka naman, hindi pa nga nakakaupo si Ma'am.
Wag ka nang mag patient courtesy, bigay ko na sa'yo yun.
Me: Sana po makabalik ako dito.
Tama na yan. Iwan n'yo na yan.
Malungkot yun si Sir. Nung sinasabi natin na "Kain na," hindi sya kumakain. Hindi man lang tayo tinitingnan.
Again and again, no matter how calloused I think I am or how incapable to love, I feel really, really, really sad about leaving this place and going home. Even if I feel crap about leaving Aklan two weeks ago.
I feel scared to love these people, but I cannot help but thank God for the experience of meeting them: Sir Aaron, Sir Christian, Sir Ramir and Sir Gerald (again) and Shayrah, Kris and of course Pia. Thank You po. I will miss Sir C and Pia's friendly bickering. I will really miss Sir C and Pia individually. I will miss Shay's stories. And I will miss Sir Gerald's friendly smile and the very supportive feeling around the school.
I miss them so much, I cannot look at our pictures yet. It was probably made worse by how heavy the day seemed to Sir C when he refused to look at us or say proper good byes, when he kept turning his back and forcing us to leave early, and when he went back inside when we were on the door as if avoiding to see us leave. I felt heavy, too. This was even worse than last time.
I will miss the view from my dirty window.
And will miss this easy and peaceful life.