PHS … You’ll Always Be In our Hearts!

It’s graduation! Though we don’t feel like saying goodbye, we have to. Yes, we have to proceed and leave our Alma Mater behind. Leave her? Ah, no, not exactly. I don’t really mean that our Alma Mater will just be a mere part of the past. For deep in our hearts, our Alma Mater is with us. It is bitter, yet sweet to graduate. How proud we will be to go up the stage and receive our diploma. How sweet it is to remember that after four years of the struggle, we find that w have done our best to jump the last hurdle in our school life. But how bitter it is to bid our school goodbye. How bitter it is to think that the friendship we have built by ties of love and affection would now be something that belongs to the past.

Looking back,you can see those days of knitting and hearty laughing. For the more serious one, school days were not mere days of presence in school. Instead, they meant golden days of quest for further learning. Who can ever forget those heart-rending physical problems? Though the physics class is always filled with bubbling laughter, still we can find and feel the difficulty behind it. And who will not be bored by the never-ending memorization of personages, dates ad places all in one in the history class? It is not only presence that counts. .

How can we forget our Alma Mater when it is the seat of our youth? How can we forget her when it is where those wonders of adolescents and puppy loves began, the gay camaraderie of youth, the joys and the pranks?

Soon the band will play. And one by one, young men and women donned in white will march to the stage to receive their certificates. How time flies! Then, those last kisses, the advice. One more look at each other, and then the smile … or perhaps a tear and with a lump in the throat, the sweet "adios".

But wait! This is not yet the end. It is an end to another start. This is just a step forward to our journey in the unchartered sea of life. And every step we take, we ardently resolve to prove our worth to our beloved Alma mater, our teachers, and parents. I hate to say goodbye. I hate to say it now to my teachers, friends, Alma mater and the "Pampangan". I believe there could never be a more beautiful expression of gratitude than – "Thank you" to you all.

Eloisa Lopez