What I love about this year are the experiences that thought me the real meaning of friendship. The real meaning of fun, patience and I learned how to persevere. To share one of those incidents, there is nothing more to compare with my tremendous days at Marcial O. Rañola Memorial School (MORMS), Guinobatan Albay.
Though it wasn’t that far for a travel, I did enjoy my stay at that school. Imagine, what welcomed us when we reached MORMS are problems. There are no more available quarters for our delegation. That point, my lack of complaint was tested and showed. There are a lot more problems I encountered and if I enumerate them, I guess this paper won’t be enough.
Despite the tiring activities, the first nighttime of our stay was undeniably precious. The night seemed to be endless yet worth remembering. That very simple class room of Travesia Elementary School marked in my mind with all of our moments of laughter, embarrassments, truths and dares.
As the sun shines the next day, what we felt was tension. I can still recall how we got mad facing all the circumstances we undertake. How we fought the battle with swords, determined but feared. Happiness is indeed not to be possessed at all times, so as tales. We lost the will to come to blows. Sigh! - A specific location of MORMS brings me a sad reminiscence of how we lost. How we thought we can make it, how we looked at victory as if it was ours.
I can not truly determine if MORMS is a place happy enough to pull back the memories or a sad past that shouldn’t be brought back. But through it all, for me… that place was not the point of all of these. What matters for me, is how I used to be with them. The persons who taught me the thing they call silliness, the ones who defines the word friendship for me. What’s important is how we used to share our deepest thoughts, our stories- and a part of our lives. And that is why, the word ‘MORMS’ gives a big impact in my mind.
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