Trashing the Geek Stereotype

by Carlos Esguerra Jr.

 

 

            March 17, 2001.

 

            Saturday.

 

            The Grade 7 pupils of La Salle Green Hills held their Graduation Rites at the St. Benilde Gymnasium. Sharing the limelight with the seventh graders were the 21 members of the Grade 6 Accelerated Class, including myself, who met all the scholastic requirements and persevered through all the trials throughout our stay in grade school.

 

            Most of us started in Grade 1, with the original accelerated class. Through the years we battled through exams, tests and advanced lessons. We watched our classmates unwillingly leave our class because they failed to meet the academic standards needed for this special class. As the tests got harder and more faces disappeared from the class, we feared that we would suffer the same fate that our departed classmates did before reaching Grade Six. But fortunately, the 21 of us are here, finally reaching our ultimate goal: being accelerated to high school.

 

            Based on what you have heard so far, your impression of us might be along these lines: stiff, prim and proper nerds who are greatly obsessed with studying and really, don’t know how to have fun.

 

            Right?

 

            That’s what we are, right?

 

            Stiff, prim and proper nerds who…

 

            Eeeeeeehhhhh.

 

            Wrong.

 

***

 

            February 12, 2001.

 

            Monday.

 

            Caught in the middle of a glorious five-day weekend, our class decides to hold a LAN party at a nearby network gaming spot, instead of the normal what-you’d-expect-from-an-honors-class spend the vacation reading textbooks. After a fun-filled five hours facing the computer monitor and blasting classmates apart, we say goodbye to each other and head our own separate ways.

 

            I head over to La Salle to pick up my mom, who is having a meeting with the other parents regarding a get-together. While I’m there, I bump into some of my classmates. Discovering that the parents’ meeting will still go on for some time, we head over to the gym, almost empty except for some people testing out the sound system for an upcoming concert. We spend the time playing a game of basketball, instead of the normal what-you’d-expect-from-an-honors-class talk about the lessons at school in your spare time with classmates.

 

            The meeting ends at about 7:15, and we all go home, tired and weary, but at the same time cheerful and jubilant after a day spent with each other.

 

            Well, after reading this part, you’d probably be thinking something along the lines of: Not as nerdy as before…

 

            Not quite.

 

            In fact, not at all.

 

***

 

            Sometime in February, 2000.

 

            Friday.

 

            Still in the fifth grade, we have our intramurals, where our basketball team, which I am part of, has reached the championship game. We play our hearts out, but unluckily, we can’t crack the opposing team’s tight defense, and we lose, settling for the silver medal.

 

            But still, that was pretty surprising, because honors classes are traditionally whooped during sports activities. As one anonymous parent of another section said about us in Grade 2, “All brains, but no brawn.”

 

            Can’t say that anymore, can you?

 

***

 

            March 28, 2001.

 

            Wednesday.

 

            It is the birthday of the Elementary Parents’ Auxiliary (EPA) president and one of our class’ couple representatives. It is also to celebrate our exemplary elementary years. My parents and I arrive at Tia Maria’s in Malate, where the affair is to be held. We plan to depart from the party at 9:30, since my father is an early riser and cannot stay up very late. I dance the night away with my classmates, taking a few sips from a margarita, and just talking with each other. After dancing to countless tunes, it is suddenly 12:30 a.m., and we are still at the party, chatting with each other. Realizing the time, my family leaves the gathering, and so do others. On the road going home, I just realize how much fun partying with your classmates was, so fun that you wouldn’t want to leave.

 

            Still nerdy?

 

            You be the judge.

           

***

 

After an intense change of character personality, from nerds to not quite nerds, you must want to know, who are we, really?

 

            We are many things to many people.

 

            To the teachers, we are the model students. The pupils that the rest of the school should emulate. Intelligent, disciplined, responsible.

 

            To the parents, we are the children to be proud of (I’m at a bit of a loss for words here). In exchange for the loving care they give us, we give them our good grades, awards, and ultimately, that light feeling inside you that just makes you smile.

 

            To the rest of the school, we may seem a bit like antagonists. The teacher’s pets, missing one grade level, high grades, just to name a few. 

 

            But really, who are we?

 

            To us, who are we?

 

            To tell you the truth, we’re just young boys who just want to have fun. No, we’re not obsessed with studying. No, we don’t memorize the encyclopaedia. We just want to make the most out of every day of our lives. Okay, so five days a week, we pass all the tests, perfect some, study, but through all this we don’t forget to have fun. 30 minutes shooting hoop, maybe. Or an hour of computer games. You need to enjoy life because if you don’t, it will seem like a drag, and nobody would like that at all. But if all you want to do is have fun and loaf around, that wouldn’t be nice either, because you won’t really have a sense that you’re trying you’re best in your duties as a good student. We fulfill our obligations as students, and at the same time we don’t forget that life isn’t really much if your not enjoying it. After all, as saying goes, “It is good to have an end to journey towards, but it is the journey that matters, in the end.” It’s nice to have an ambition and work towards that ambition, but it will not matter if you did not enjoy the path towards that ambition.

 

***

 

Call us nerds.

 

Call us geeks.

 

Call us whatever you want to.

 

But we know who we are, and we know we’re not nerds, not geeks.

 

We’re just ourselves.

 

***

 

The 6A Accelerated Class

Homeroom Advisor: Mrs. Iluminada Viado

 

1.      Jose Ricardo Abastillas “Jay-Ar”

2.      Joseph Patrick Amores “JP”

3.      Jose Angelo Austria “Jo-Gel”

4.      Ernest Dominic Buhangin “Ernest”

5.      Gregorio Camacho “Greg”

6.      Carlos Martin Esguerra Jr. “Chino”

7.      Jose Ramon Gelvezon “Mon”

8.      Alexis Brian Jalijali “Brian”

9.      Miguel Antonio Jauregui “Mico”

10.  Raphael Lorenzo Laforteza “Ralph”

11.  Rod Ken Lascano “Ken”

12.  Timothy John Magtoto “Tim”

13.  Jeronimo Manzanero “Jeron”

14.  Jan Joseph Ryan Monje “Ryan”

15.  Filemon Pestaño Jr. “Fil”

16.  Kim Patrick Pullante “Kim”

17.  Camilo Miguel Sanchez “Camilo”

18.  Daryll Santos “Daryll”

19.  Andre Anton Suarez “Andre”

20.  Joseph Daniel Sy “Joel”

21.  Juan Miguel Tuason “Mikee”