THE SECOND CHAPTER: OUR SOPHOMORE YEAR

Sophomore year. It was the year we relaxed in High School. We had all the time. It was a sin not to fall asleep in our Logic class. Everyone made it a point to escape and play billiards at Noel's at least once a week. Everything seemed to have fallen right into place. We remember that all we had to do was enter the classroom, make ourselves comfortable and talk. At this point, we had not yet fully realized the meaning of education. We took everything in stride.

It was the year when we shed our good-boy-Freshmen image. We were thru playing the little-boy-in-high-school role so we gained greater confidence. We exercised it by making teachers cry. We disappeared between classes to watch Vilma or Nora in the movies. We mastered the art of cheating. We were doing all the in-things everyone else did. Of course, there were the St. Scho girls across the street who happened to be our partners in crime. We were there to prove that we were already one of the big boys. Seldom did we take our studies seriously. Cramming was the game we played expertly. Study time was permanently scheduled one or two days before the exams. Of course, there were those parties every weekend.

Everything was in place. Except Biology. And Geometry. It would take a real student to pass these two stumbling blocks. We were given almost daily quizzes to test if we were listening and participating in class or not. Who would have expected that we would be needing Leewenhoek's findings later?

It was during the last part of our Second year when we felt sorry for ourselves and our friends. It was when we found the red marks staring at us. We failed. If not in academics, we failed in deportment. We said goodbye to some friends in the batch who were asked to transfer to other schools the following year or to those who were asked to repeat the year. They were later to be called the Lost Boys. The more fortunate ones spent the long hot summer of '89 attending classes or scrubbing the corridors, cleaning every crack and crevice of our dear school. Our carefree attitude took its toll and we paid very dearly.

Still, it was one year we enjoyed. We could never forget what it took to pay for one year's worth of mischief. But, whatever it was, we enjoyed every single day of our Sophomore year.

More of our biography continues on in our Junior Year.