I miss...
I miss the uniform we wore years ago.
The red plaid necktie with Jose Rizal's logo.
I miss the rule on wearing a pair of shoes,
You must wear black shoes and not your comfy rubber shoes.
I miss our file case and heavy bags,
That contain plenty of school works and gave us eye bags.
I miss the experience of hell week exam
That made us encounter to haste, weary; to rush and cram.
I miss joining different competitions
Like street dance, cheer dance and choral interpretation.
I miss the principal's morning greetings...
Thank God it's a beautiful sunny Monday morning!
I miss to be present at 1st Friday mass
Just to avoid our super tedious Values class.
I miss the whistle and memo of the guards
That we always make fun, ignore and disregard.
I miss the memorable thrilling sports fest
And the competitive sections to prove they're the best.
I miss my seatmate who vandalized my chair
My naughty classmates who loved to iron their hair.
I miss walking in the oval because it's our habit
Laugh trip, food trip, chat trip I badly miss it.
I miss to eat with my friends at the Jollibee (or)
Buy in 7-11 our favorite slurpee.
I miss the rich girls, the 6 amazing gals
My former school and some close pals.
I miss my friends, classmates and schoolmates
My amazing teachers and our school RHS!!!
