People who are separated by distance.. may it be great or small... when they meet each other often talk of the things in the past.. what they'd been through together before. No matter how many times the same story's told all over again they still seem to enjoy every detail of it.

And though not all experiences are happy yet for sure each of them is memorable. So whether a happy or a sad or even a painful experience, most of them are laughing when talking about it. They may have gotten over it and most of all had their lessons which made them stronger to keep them laughing despite the unpleasant memories. or they must have realized the ridicule of the situation. whatever it is everyone enjoys listening to the same stories and same reactions. they don't get tired of it.

Like all those people i mentioned, my high school friends and i are just like them. every reunion we have, we never fail to mention the happenings in our four years of high school. everything that our classmates and batchmates did in the past, every fight and argument among us students and our teachers, every blooper that made us all laugh and causes humiliation to someone, the young love of high school, and rejections, our school and administration, our classrooms, teachers, pets and pests, the garden we had, our subjects, and many more, we talk of the same things every year and everyone's so glad to hear them once more as if we're in trance and are high school again.

And just like every year, after the story's retold for the nth time... almost eveyone wishes to relive the past

and just like every year, the story ends with the same conclusion...

HIGH SCHOOL DAYS ARE THE MOST MEMORABLE!!!

Lawyer. As a little child, I loved watching television. There I saw people being convicted without having due process of law. I pity them so much especially those who were poor and could not afford to get a lawyer. Poor get imprisoned when faced with rich people in courts. Rich people hire good lawyers who maneuver them out of the hands of law. Justice is denied to those who are poor, in most cases, at least in television. I wanted to be a lawyer.

Civil Engineer or Architect. I love looking at beautifully built houses and buildings. I admire their creative and intricate designs. I love gazing at them especially those with glowing lights at night. They seem so marvelous. I envy the owners of those magnificent houses and buildings. And most especially, I envy the creator. They have the most-coveted creative minds and hands.

Chemical Engineer. Coca-cola, at one time in my life, became an essential part of my life. I just couldn’t get through the day without consuming a sip of its caffeine. “When I grow up, I want to have my own version of coca-cola”. A chemical engineer, that’s what I should be.

Detective. High school required a lot of reading. I read a lot of novels and my favorite? The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes. I admired Sherlock so much because of his intelligence and wit. Deductive reasoning greatly amazed me. I wanted to solve mysteries just like what he did in the novel. I wanted to be just like Sherlock. A detective.

Accountant. We had an accounting subject in our senior year in high school. My classmates then found the subject boring and a lot of them said it was difficult. I had a different opinion. Accounting for me was fun and easy. Every problem seemed to be a challenge. A mystery I should solve. Accounting never bores me. I should do it more often.

    I dreamed some time in my life of becoming one of those mentioned above. I dreamed too much (without even sleeping a lot). But those were a part of my past. When I entered college, becoming an accountant was still my greatest ambition. Unluckily (or is it luckily), God must have a different plan for me because He placed me in HRIM. Having been exposed to the hospitality industry and as hospitality introduces itself to me; I become aware of the opportunities waiting for me.

    From the moment, I accepted to be a part of this industry; I can’t stop aspiring to be an operations manager if not a general manager, of a well-known restaurant. After sometime, when I have already earned enough to put up my own restaurant, I’d buy a lot in my ancestor’s place in Samal Island and have my resto there and watch it flourish as years come and go.

    I am aware that to realize this dream, I should be fully equipped with the necessary knowledge and skills. This simply means that great effort should be exerted. Yes, as I mentioned earlier, I realize that. As a matter of fact, if God will permit, I have my general plan of action prepared for the future I strongly wish to have.

My GPOA:

1. I have to graduate on time. Time is gold. Every second matters. I have to do well in my studies.

2. After graduation, I should have a job and work for at least a year to a couple of years. This is the minimum requirement of most universities for admission in their graduate program.

3. After working for 1-2 years, I’ll take a graduate program in a University abroad preferably, in Paris. Why Paris? Nothing really. I just want to experience life there. Adventure. I want to experience the beauty of the Eiffel Tower at night.

4. When I’ve already earned my master’s degree, I’d come back in the Philippines and hopefully work as a general manager in a hotel or restaurant here in Manila, Davao, Cebu or Cagayan de Oro.

5. Have myself, my brothers, and my parents a healthy life, be happily married and have three wonderful kids.

6. At the age of 40, maybe, put up my dream restaurant in Samal.

    I just hope that things will turn out the way I want them to be. The way I planned them to be. This time, I hope that my plans and God’s plans are the same.