Elementary, my dear friend… the formative years that transforms young kids to old kids… Let me start everything with the word “fear.” Outside of family, we had to deal with the idea of an authority figure in front of us and we did encounter punishments along the way, be it being reprimanded as noisy to being cleaners or even to the extreme by being in the squat position or getting hit in the arm. We had faculties ranging from the friendly, the motherly and who could forget, the terror ones.
The carefree life. Recess and lunch were a time for a game of sipa, touch the body and the of course, Washington. It had sections ranged against each other and would entail a lot of team work, and at times a bit of violence but who cares, it’s quite satisfying to make a run towards captured classmates to make the save and at the end of it all, it still is a friendly game and then we have to answer to our teachers why we are dripping in perspiration.
Funny how world expands as we grow older. Living from a small room to a bigger playground. Transitioning from home to a whole new playground and growing up in such an environment where we develop our first few sets of friends, partners of mischief, attempts at leadership and responsibility and a lot of subjects you get to learn and get to forget after each of the year. At least, you have the next year to look forward to who your classmates are gonna be.
1991 signaled an end to this era but not before some earth shaking event – A 7.7 quake in 7/16/1990 that had us living of the streets for a few months and a graduating elementary bunch with no idea on when they would eventually be back to school and finish their remaining elementary months. A brilliant coincidence that this happened on a daylight saving time (d’life saving time according to my Dad then) since we were off to home early or else who knows if we’re still in the confides of school. The short part of the story is that we finish the remaining months and officially became SLSC batch 1991.