Not much really happened, except that we took lots of pictures.

Upon reaching the lobby of the Manila Hotel, many of my batchmates were already posing for pics. That I shouldn't miss.

As soon as we got our table, we were ready for another shot.

Soon our other batchmates started gathering around our table.


Believe me, there were many other pics. As in MANY. Standing, sitting, in action, name it. The event was more like a pictorial than an oath taking ceremony.

The program started. The board placers were called, then the speakers started giving their pieces. It was then time to take our oath. TJ went out just before we started taking out oath, and when he returned we were already finished. So he took the oath alone, with us as witnesses.

Snacks were then served.

Just that. But then again, it's Manila Hotel. Take the name. The NAME.

Before we all took our separate ways home, the barx posed for one last shot. We were down to five.


Emar, Erick, and myself went with Kat because she will drop us by the school. We still had to go back to school to pick up our supposedly take-home exam. We passed by Mendiola and this was the barricade blocking the street.


That was only half of Mendiola. The other half had almost the same number or policemen and trucks. In fact, this was just before Fr. Robert Reyes and former Vice President Guingona got shot with high pressure water hoses.

We got to school and found out our take-home exam was not take-home anymore. We had to take it right there and then.

In my mind I hear Sir Garcia saying, "Hey, this is a surprise FINAL exam in chrom! I don't care if you didn't review! I don't care if I promised it will be taken home! I just expect you to do three things: you give me the right answer, your give me the wrong answer, or wet your pants." I chose to wet my pants. Bleh.

Yeah, you know what happens when you are surprised with a surprise exam. Oh, and not just an ordinary exam, a surprise FINALS exam.

God bless you, Sir Garcia.