The CSB Experience 4: Experiencing The First Day Without Me

Okay, nostalgia-trippin' officially starts with this blog hahaha.

I know I haven't been writing as much as I would have if only I have the time to do so every week for the past 2 years except I never manage to do so consistently. But hey at least I can get to write whatever's in my heart's desire right?

Two and a half weeks ago, I went to school during the first day of the new school year 2011-2012 as I would normally do except that this time around, I no longer came there as a student.

I came there as a, :gulp:, a graduate-to-be.

Hate to say it but yes, I'm mere weeks away from marching my way to get that most sought after college diploma inside the PICC.

Signs of being an alumnus is already showing this early. Just last week, I was watching the CSB volleyball varsity practice game at the school gym. I was sitting alongside a block of SHRIM froshes who were apparently about to have their first PE class there. Then one of them who was sitting right next to me suddenly called me out and it went a little something like this:

"Kuya, ikaw ba ang prof dito?"

And I was like, "WHAAAAT?!" in my head. I just shook my head and told her I'm not but for a good period of time my face was like froze off because, of all the things she could have asked about, this little girl thought I'm a FREAKIN' PROFESSOR!!

What the how? And to think she started off calling me "kuya" before proceeding with that question.

Well, there's nothing I can do much about it. A lot of the younger batches are already calling me kuya in school at the tender age of 20 anyway. To think that when I was starting out in college people thought I was looked to young to be a college boy (well, that actually says something about faring in college for more than three years hahaha).

While I still wait for the end of my days as a student forever...I still come to school to savor those last few moments of being a student there as much as I can.

ANIMO BENILDE!