It was supposed to be yet another ordinary Friday night for us students of Maxwell when our section's group chat suddenly became noisy again. They are planning for us to practice for the Hip Hop Dance Competition.
And then, the day came, it was our time to shine. The complexity of the dances of other sections humbled the spirit inside me and just when I thought we were going to lose the competition; the words rang from the speakers, resonated through the seemingly vast gymnasium, and vibrated on my chest – "Champion, 10-Maxwell!"
The forty-five of us in Maxwell have come a long way and now we’re performing for the audiences on our school’s 121st celebration of High School Day, which commemorates the school’s founding as Vigan High School in 1902 during the American colonial period.
Morning came for us as the sun rose by the horizon, it was to wake us up reminding us that we’ll perform for the morning program; it was a morning lit by the pale blue sky and the golden drops of sunshine, we’d enter the Centennial Gymnasium, and we’d sit at the front where one of the electric fans was at. Although the interior of the gymnasium was lightly decorated, it felt like it became more monumental compared to what it was before; it was probably because the lights inside the gymnasium were turned on at that time.
Then, after some speeches made by honorary people in the event, it was our time to dance. After we danced have we thought, our performance that morning wasn’t that great; but what bothered our souls was that, no one clapped, the gymnasium felt silent and desolate. Then, the program felt boring since there wasn’t anything for us to do or to anticipate anymore, some of us would sneak out of the gymnasium and go to our classroom.
Around lunchtime, the morning event concludes, the rest of our classmates would return to our classroom, and we’d make our quick preparation for our performance for the field demo which was to be held in the afternoon. We would then proceed to the school’s Olympic Field, it was hot back there and the bleachers were packed to the brim. After some performances, it was then our time, we made our entrance, went to our places, and the speakers rang out the music; the audience cheered so loud we couldn’t hear the music, the heat of the afternoon sun combined with our sweat was the perfect formula for a memorable day. Then, we went back to our classroom and ate our afternoon merienda, it was at this afternoon when something a miracle happened, but that’s not gonna be a part of this blog post. We’d then go home happily knowing that our time as champions would be then part of our little history as the Maxwellian Syndrome.
On this joyful and jam-packed day was our school’s High School Day, it was a time for us to enjoy the camaraderie of being a high school student and remember how it is an honor for us to be enrolled in such a fun school to be in. It gave us a long-lasting memory for us to reminisce when we’d separate ways as we complete our junior high school journey, something that would make us remember of the camaraderie that we had as Maxwellians. And maybe, that’s the significance of High School Day, so that not only we can commemorate the founding of the school but also so that we can make new memories that we can commemorate for the rest of our lives, and we’d write all those memories down into our own diaries in our minds – the Champions’ Memoirs.
Let’s continue making memories with our classmates! 🦖
Thank
you for stretching your attention span long enough to read until the very end! 🧡
REFERENCES:
Maxwell SY 2022-2023. (2023). [The Maxwellian Syndrome on their final pose as their dance performance concludes]. [Photograph]. Facebook. https://www.facebook.com/photo?fbid=174485108778683&set=pcb.174485882111939
Maxwell SY 2022-2023. (2023). [The Maxwellian Syndrome poses with Mrs. Llagas, Mrs. Padre, and the judges]. [Photograph]. Facebook. https://www.facebook.com/photo?fbid=174485132112014&set=pcb.174485882111939
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