My Alma Mater celebrates its 400th year Anniversary this year. It was founded in 1611 by the Spaniards, way before the Statue of Liberty was erected in New York.
I could not help but stop a giggle whenever I see old pictures of myself. The look, the fashion... the way I acted when I didn't know a thing about makeup and how a proper lady should behave.
I spent a good eight years or so at the university. First during my undergrad and next on my post grad.
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| January 2005. |
It seemed I enjoyed my days at the post graduate program more. I liked the crowd better. We used to have forums and lots of going out together discussing things of the world (on the most part, just eating out, really.) Cambodia's landmines. Japan's future. China being a 'giant we cannot ignore', International Monetary Funds, and why kangkong tastes good on sinigang. I noticed that hanging out with international students seems to strip you naked- you're all out there in that academic pool, all hungry, all questioning. You are children once again in the face of worldly challenges.
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| Circa 1997. |
My college days at the same university is a different thing altogether. We were still teenagers then, and therefore at the height of 'who-am-I' stage and finding where we truly belong. Competition was gritty and ridiculous. Among the geeks, it was about grades. Among the pretty girls it was about shoes, nail polish and bubble bags. And a lot of cooking - those burnt cheese on apple pie (who changed the setting on my oven?!), making home-made hams and limp French Fries... and competition at the food laboratory. And if competing at the lab wasn't enough, we brought the same fighting spirit at the field during volleyball afternoons. I remember my friends telling me, "Hey, Enrisa, please have mercy!"
So much for the burnt cheese on apple pie.
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