Life is a Journey

On the fourth month of the calendar in the year of the pig, I was born in a country that was conquered by Spaniards for more than three hundred and thirty three years. My first name was named after my father and a “II” after it, was suggested by my mother. My father is a mechanical engineer and my mother is a radiological technologist. They were hardworking couple. I grew up in a town where people greet each other at the top of their voices. I studied kinder, preparatory, elementary, currently high school in a school well known for Discipline.

In elementary, my favorite day was every Friday. As a boy scout, you can see us in a different uniform with long socks, brown shorts, t-shirts with type A and B, again, only on Fridays. Sometimes, we walk around the school in a straight line and asked to clean the environment, it was like having a community service. I have lots of fun doing it. I have met a lot of friends and each of them is very comfortable to be with. When I was in grade 6, I was voted to be a leader in the group I was once a member of. I was in charged to monitor same activities like our “kuyas” and “ates” did. On the graduation day, we cried and said heartwarming words to our parents and endless thank you to our friends. It was such a memorable night. I remember, I was wearing a cast in my left arm because I broke it. My batch mates were asking about it most of the time which made me irritated. At last, we were fairly given recognitions, loyalty awards at the end of the year.

Now that I am in high school, most exciting part of my life as of now. We started having crushes, love teams, more companionship, more friends, peer pressures, sleepless nights because of a series of projects, bloody thinking on how it will look creative. We pour our time, sweat, and even blood into it hoping our efforts will be appreciated. My favorite part in high school is, the time we usually loiter under the fire exit, in the clinic, beside the guidance and even in front of the office. We talk about things that will surely make you giggle. I can clearly remember when I joined a program, I was wearing an ethnic costume and I was just nervous. Because of it, I forgot my lines on how I will present myself to the audience.

As for my present status, I am a member of COLT. I joined this training not to be an officer but to develop more of my maturity, be more disciplined, responsible and be an effective leader someday. I am also a member of the SG government wherein my position is Sergeant at arms. Every morning, we CO’s guard the gates. Before a student enter, we check their hair grooming, proper uniform, black shoes, ankle socks, etc. If they will not pass this, they will be given an appropriate punishment. In our class, I may not be the best but I manage to pursue my dreams step by step.

Thank you for reading my autobiography, to God be the Glory.