HAFI FIFOL

Classmates, it seems that it was only yesterday since we met. Now we are going to bid one another farewell. We have been through many troubles. We had the biggest share of laughter and tears. We had our ups and downs.

Friends, I will never forget you. You will be a part of me. Remember those "la-ags?" Who will forget our ignorance for cameras, for electric fans with remote controls, the digital cameras and etc. Our art of laughing, the Mozart way, is the best.

Who will not remember how many times we transferred rooms, from 2nd floor, to the ground floor, again to the 2nd floor and now to the 5th floor. Remember also when we had our problems? The times, when some of you were to be suspended because of staying late to review in Physics, are just but few of our adventures.

Best friends, remember when I had an argue with the librarian at the college library? Remember the moments when tears would fall because of misunderstandings during practices? Whether it was for the Campus Pop, the Sabayang Pagbigkas or the Choral Speech, for with the Debate, we all shared our fights. Remember when one of us put out a samurai during the editing of our zarsuelas? One of the most special events is the bonding we had with a junior class, which made us easy looking for partners for the prom.

Remember the time when we first met? We were already very noisy then. We were laughing. I know that our last day will be different. It will be noisy but of crying. We cry because we love one another. We value one another. We cherish one another. These make the barangay of the HAFI FIFOL a truly memorable one. The above mentioned are just but a quarter of what he had and what we will have. Writing everything would never fit this booklet for it is only enough to fit a whole lifetime.

Of course, we will not be like this if not for our surrogate mom and dad, Mama V (Marina Villacorta) and Sir Rene Lizada. They have made us strong and bonded.

As we leave the portals of our soon to be Alma Mater, let us not forget that once in our lives, there exists the WAYTS. Let us live with it. Let us not forget to communicate, text, e-mail, snail mail or even long distance calls.

This is it, it is time to say FAREWELL, to you my classmates, my best friends, my life long friends. I can proudly say, as what Ma'am Riza Baldovino told us, that this is the only class which I will be having my reunion with 5, 10 or 25 years from now. Au Revoir!

Written by a true WAYT:

-Ramon L. Cualoping III, hafi ferson # 9- Editor-in-Chief, Blue Knight, the official student publication of Ateneo de Davao High School. March 2000