Class History
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    Time passed by so quickly. We didn't even notice it. The next thing we know is we're standing on the line where all our future begins.
     We've been together for a long time. Many challenges had come our ways. But inspite of all these, we remain as one. We often had misunderstanding but we end up clearing things up. We never deprive ourselves from giving that no matter how angry we are with our classmates we still managed to share what we have. We've been tossed, turned sown and yelled at but theses only made us stronger... closer.
     I guess we can remember our freshman year. It wasn't that easy I bet! Entering a new world with new faces and a different kind of learing was really a mind-blowing experienced. As we enter this new surroundings, we hoped to find familiar faces, and gladly, there were few. Our first year turned out OK. And ohh, who can forget the cheering competition? ALthough we den't receive any awards, the experience of working with each other was really a prize worth-keeping! And so we thought... 'This is the beginning of our journey together.."
     In our sophomore year, there re few who few joined our circle. Although there were still a lot of adjustments to make, we managed to get along quite well.
     Junior year nade us somewhat more aware that we were becoming BIG MEN ourselves. We have experienced a lot of sleepless nights trying to meet deadlines for all our projects. We almost cursed our teachers for torturing us this way hehehehe. This is also the time when we had our first taste of production. 'The Lybat Chronicle' was then our pride!
     Finally,  our last year gave the sweetest and spiciest happenings in our lives. Equipped with our experience from the practicum, we took pride as we became the Seniors! The first Peter P. Laurel Tri-Media Awards highlighted the fruits of our hardships and our sleepless nights paid off as we receive a heart-whelming recognition.
     BANG!
     The smoke cleared. Here we are, standing on the line where all our future begins... Storm had passed.. water runs dry... But, we're still here... breathing.
     Thanks God, we're alright!

    
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