(I delivered this speech during our 25th high school reunion. Though it seems like it was just last night, but that was already 7 years ago this month. That nostalgic event is one of the reasons I was inspired to start this blog. I am posting this here for the sake of the memories.)
Dear classmates, beloved teachers, special guests, family and friends.
It was 25 years ago when we left the portals of this academy, but somehow it seems, our hearts have never left. And today, that love for this school, brought us all back here.
It does not matter whether you crossed the Pacific to be here, or you crossed seven mountains or seven rivers, or you crossed seven traffic lights or even just crossed the street to get here. It does not matter where you came from to get here today, because the only thing that mattered tonight is where you came from 25 years ago.
Some of you have added titles to your names, some of you have even changed your names, and then some of you may even lost your name. All that is not important, for the only name and title that matters tonight is we are all alumni of PCA*.
I know there are many new stories to tell. Stories that stem from the different paths we chose to follow, or stories from taking the paths laid before us not by choice but by the consequences of life. But the best stories to tell are the same old stories we shared together more than 25 years ago.
Twenty five long years.
To some of us the ravages of time is evident. We lost some, we gained some. Some have lost hair (ouch!), and some have gained silver hair. We may have lost our model-like stature, and in exchange we gained wrinkles, and extra pounds. Though I can still see in all of you, your inner beauty beaming through. Yes, we may have lost our innocence, our youthful vigor and glamour, but we have gained wisdom, experience and respect in the college of hard knocks, we called life.
The flood of memories may be overwhelming. When you look around this hall, you may even remember the exact spot where you sat, while Ma’am S* was teaching Florante at Laura, while you look out of the window and your mind was wandering to Harrison Plaza. These walls were witnesses when we were sweating and struggling in our Algebra exam, or when we made an errant glance at our seatmate’s answer during the test, but Ma’am F* did not catch us, or maybe she did, but she just have a forgiving heart.
You may have retraced your steps as you climb the stairs and walked down the corridors, for those stairs and corridors remembers the bounce and the echoes of your feet, even though your pace may be slower now. When you wandered in the basketball court, did you have the urge to pick up the litter, as you remember Sir B* made you pick up the litter, as punishment for being late?
When you entered the gate, do you remember familiar figures standing there? Kuya Ely our guard asking you to pin your ID, and Mang Isko, who sells the best sorbetes in the world. I hope they did not ask for your ID when you entered the gate today.
My dear classmates, as I look into you faces, the memories are rushing in. The mischievous escapades we did together, like when we cut classes during sir P*’s class. The secrets we kept together, like your first crush, but you don’t want others to know. The joys and laughter we celebrated, like when we beat Sir T*’s team in volleyball. The heartaches and tears we shared, like when you got rejected by your first love. I can still picture in my mind the way we look – ala Bagets. I can still hear our favorite songs that we sing. I can still remember the jokes that you and I have told, that even up to this day makes me smile.
It was just like yesterday.
I know that not all memories are sweet. In fact, there are few that are downright painful. And perhaps time have partially healed those wounds. Maybe tonight, we can bring closure to those bitter chapter of our lives.
I would like to take this opportunity to thank everybody that helped in organizing, or have contributed time and effort, and or donated financially, to make this event possible. I may not be able to thank you one by one but you know who you are. Please accept my sincerest gratitude.
And now, I would like to personally thank each one of you, for just being here.
I would also like to acknowledge some of our classmates who are not able to join us tonight for some reason or another, but they did send their warmest regards. Let us remember them too.
As we spend time with each other tonight, may we share the wonderful memories we have and make new ones that we will share for the next 25 years or even the next 125 years.
Mabuhay tayong lahat!
Wonderful speech po 🙂
Salamat. 25 years kong kinompose yan. 🙂
Grabe naman sa 25years haha
Very well said…I was able to connect and relate.
I have been reading through your posts, Doc — and this speech struck me as a reflection of the person you are. Nakakatuwa pong magbasa na makikilala ang isang kapwa manunulat (blogger) — in this virtual world, it is inspiring to read the heartfelt written words of authors who are simply enjoying what they want to share — walang bahid ng pagkukunwari. Kaya lang po, the sad part is that I computed the numbers involved, and i found out that I am way older than you, kind sir — oh, youth, why forsake me? I have always had high respect for medical practitioners, always thinking them to be older than me — life, truly, is fleeting 😉 Sorry po for the rant.
Thanks for reading. As long as we keep our youthful fervor for life and have the childlike faith, age is just a number. Salamat ulit.