By: Christine Dela Cruz-Avillon
Maryknoll High School of Cateel – Class of 1983
It's been three decades since the last the time I was onstage, impatiently waiting to receive my pseudo-diploma. Pseudo because it was made of blank paper, a usual practice for any school, for the printed real certificates of graduation will always come later. After a number of days of practice, just like any graduating candidate, I finally went up the stage, received my diploma, shook the hands of the principal and the guests of honor, and started enjoying the rest of the graduation ceremony. I had another thing to do though, to deliver my valedictory address. At that time, I wished I didn’t have that responsibility but I had to. It was indeed a job for me. I knew that I just had more amount of giddiness but I guess that all of my batch mates and all high school graduates for that matter felt that same way, too! Leaving the sweet exciting high school life in the province and facing college in the city with much hopeful enthusiasm is one point in my life that I cannot forget. And that is what is making me jittery now. Will this golden homecoming generate the same excitement that it did back then after so many years?