Ever had that dream wherein you finished college then somebody informs you that you actually failed high school and you had to go back and retake 4th year again?

I did.  For a week, and a few months after that; And attached to it was that awkward "first-week" high school jitters that linger even after I wake up, like I was on some kind of weird strain of marijuana.  Worse yet, it felt so real that waking up was like an upcoming dread, "knowing" that I have to go to school with a bunch of teenagers again. 

Good thing, it dawned on me that high school was over; years ago.  So I come to breakfast and started eating.  A minute later, my mom says, "You have to go to CSA."

WHAT.

Apparently, my brother failed a subject, so I had to go get his report card.

Being back at Colegio San Agustin was part interesting, part horrifying.  I never want to actually go there on a whim.  I'd rather not expire my welcome there, like some of my batch mates (who goes there at least once every two weeks.  Seriously.)

But I found the best way to come back old school was to be accompanied by an old school friend; we were friends since 4th grade, drifted apart, and eventually became college blockmates.  And of all places should we meet again, it was back there.  Apparently he was there on business, selling shirts.

If there's one thing I'm genuinely proud of about my school, it's the cafeteria.  That long, three court wide, cafeteria which caters to more-or-less an adolecents' choice of various cuisines, from grilling to french to pinoy-style to even Shakeys (a dumb down version though).  Too bad most of the stalls were closed already and we had to settle with buttered corn with cheese.

Anyway, we saw in the field, a bunch of COCCs, or officers in training for Aerospace Cadet Program training for 4th year students.  Then I personally thought how impossibly useless that training is in their lifetime beyond high school.  I mean, you torchure yourself under the sun, camp in the middle of the field, and eat obscurely flavored food during training, all for what?  A commanding power for the fourth year?  For just ten months really.

Then you eventually graduate from high school and enter the mysterious world of college as a frosh and you're back to ground zero, doing community service.  Everything is on equal ground again.  Sure it might be useful when a war breaks out, but considering the populace of the high school? I'm pretty sure they'd just migrate and abandon the country instead.

At least it was good exercise.