"What made you transfer to our school, Brandon? Blue Ridge High is such a high-end private school", Mr. Rodriguez scanned through my documents. "And you're not a failing student...your grades are average and some above average. With the look of it, you could have done it better without your athletic activities. We have taken in students from Blue Ridge but they are the expelled ones and could hardly pass."
"It's my first school here in the Philippines and it is extremely as much as I have expected so much compared to Hasting High in Houston. I would like to know about my filipino roots just how my late real mom told me about-- not on the account of how my screaming and nagging pregnant stepmom showed me."
"Hmmm...interesting. Sarcasm is your forte."
"I'm just honest and truthful in most of my opinions."
"OKay, Brandon..in as much that this is a public school at halu-halo dito ang mga studyante...students here came from all walks fo life. Mga mayayaman din at middle class who still believe that public school could offer such quality education. There are some poor students who really work so hard because they believe that they will a have a better future and alleviate poverty. Meron then namang, don't care at all students."
Mr. Rodriguez stood up and opened the wide window overlooking the whole campus.
"WElcome to Manuel Roxas High School!"....he stopped to call for his secretary. "Ms. Caridad, can you call any student officer?"
"Right away, sir. Nasa elective classes po ang mga Seniors. You want me to get Mr. Domingo instead?"
"THat would be awesome!" then he turned to me. "Mr. Domingo by the way is the Senior class adviser. He will help you in all your needs..well, that excludes finances. Then, because you came in the middle of the year, you cannot choose your elective. We will look for an elective class na may bakante. And that is...." he was flipping through his files. Oh I wish it's more on technology or mechanical...."we have an open spot in Dramatics! Ms. Solis would be delighted to have you around."
I screamed to myself, "WHAT!!!!!!! Dramatics! My life has full of drama and school should not add more to it. Damn!!!!!"
"Good luck, Brandon and enjoy your stay in Manuel Roxas."
Seriously--- I know I could get away from this. My need to get away from Blue Ridge is way serious than staying here and do some drama. Good luck to myself,too!
