I realized that I really did well during my last year in High School. Not because I'm a genius or anything like that. It's because my classmates and I are clever. In each of our subjects, there would always be one who would specialize. The Math genius would specialize in Math and English genius specializes in English, etc. Answers will be written at the back of bus tickets and will be passed around. And VOILA! Everyone passes!
Before the exams, everyone would say, "ANG DI MAGPAPAKOPYA, BABAGSAK!"
Worst, or maybe the best was during periodical exams. From one section to the next, the answers are leaking. Clever us. *clap *clap *clap
Apparently, my last year became the most memorable because I was careless and carefree at the same time. My friends and I screwed the rules and ventured into things we haven't done so much in our previous years. Cheating became a routine; cutting-classes became a hobby; and raising a hand in class to make a blunt remark was never an issue.
A last year well-spent, I guess. I remembered well how some of my classmates would ask a "subo" from each of our baon. We then get the chance to taste everybody else's lunch, and to those who doesn't have lunches, go on about the day with filled stomachs.
Fights. They're a part, never an exception. Bickering here and there, alliances and groups forming at every corner. Funny enough, most of the time, they eventually become good friends. Laughing and screaming at the same thing, awe-ing with similar distaste on a surprise long test, running side-by-side to escape "Tangaro's Stamp"...Yes, those were good times :)
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