We are an exclsive bunch, a parliament of the elite, an esoteric posse. We are what the Court of Miracles was to medieval France. We are what the script writer of the movie, Lilo and Stitch was thinking about when he penned the word Ohana. We are the Simpson's extended family. We are the live-action version of the defunct local television show, Iskul-Bukol. We are what the Japanese fear the most. We are the Special class (special English, speacial Math and Special Science). We are stand-up comedians, nerds, trendsetters, outsiders, wannabe politicians, freedom fighters and aspiring rock stars. We are arrogant, insensitive, and incredibly unruly. We are the bane of all our teachers' existence. We are the extremes of high and low. There is never a dull moment in our class. We are a million other things, yet we are one.

Simply put, we are the class of Four-Five, the former hermit kingdom of Three-Seven, the unstoppable juggernaut called Blockseven.

This is the tip of the tip of the iceberg. This is as clear as it gets.

Why can't these words help you see how special this class is?

This is the same reason why a pair of binoculars will not help you see the Philippines when you are standing in the Teardrop garden.