High School Diaries: I Know What You Did In High School

Everybody makes mistakes in high school. I've done things I'm not proud of, said things I would like to take back but still, I'm rather glad I wrote them down. Because it's always nice to remember in vivid detail how much of a dork you were in high school. Or how you haven't changed since then.

June 15, 1996
Mars and I went to Maedz's house to watch T.G.I.S.

It was this popular Pinoy TV show about teens and their insipid little love lives that we followed religiously week after week after week. And it wasn't enough for me to squeal with delight in dignified solitude at home. No, I had to go squeal at Marisse's house. Then the cable just... went out. And OMG, like Bobby was going to confess to Angelu and OMG we have to go to Maedeleine's house and watch it THERE! (Because she has a different cable company.)

August 10, 1996
Marisse and Marrion [no relation to Larrion. LOL!] were talking about a movie with oral sex in it while Paul and I listened.

Yes, we had conversations like that in high school. Don't get me wrong. We didn't sneak into the campus bathrooms for discreet blowjobs or illicit sex behind broom closets or anything. We just talked about it. A lot. The collective moral virginity of our class was completely demolished by the time we graduated.

June 19, 1997
It's my mom's birthday tomorrow and I tried to make a pillow thing for her. You know, the one with all the cut-up trash inside? Anyways, it didn't turn out right.

OMG. Cut-up trash. I am so not proud of my artsy-fartsy phase in high school. I never won awards for my creative projects, unlike Marisse and her Forrest Gump's Forest Camp board game. Suffice it to say that my mom got a birthday card that year.

March 30, 1999
We rode horses in the morning... I was having so much fun but Kris had this pathetic look on his face so I got off the horse and let him ride it. I never got to ride again.

Boys.

June 9, 1997
I led the national anthem in our Grand Assembly today and it was very embarrassing. Teacher Nene made me do it twice because the students weren't singing properly.

How do you sing the national anthem improperly? And hello, I feel like I'm the one being punished. It is rather humiliating to be standing alone on a huge stage inside a gym full of students, flailing your arms about in 4/4 tempo. And then have to do it twice.

April 8, 1999
By 4:00 pm, we left for Cosmopolitan (funeral home) to see Angela's dead grandma but when we inquired, they said she was already buried.

OMG. Talk about late.

A lot more things happened in high school that I'd rather not disclose here. I do have blog boundaries.

And for the exciting conclusion to this riveting mini series...
High School Diaries: Teen Angst