72 babies, born in the beginning of the 1980s, perhaps only a few minutes or days apart, stumbled on to the same school a few years later. Coincidental, isn’t it? God led us to find each other and crossed our paths.

        Memories aging back to the innocent years of Kindergarten are still as fresh as yesterday. But little do they know that those cute little faces were not as innocent as they seem. At a tender young age, two prominent figures, that of Genevieve Dy and Kimberly Po, made a huge and intimidating shadow upon the rest of the little ones. These two rivals had their own petty quarrels, their so-called "back-ups" and supporters, their little violent ways and their competition over candies and allies alike.

        A few changes took place when we took a step to higher education. The girls mastered the art of Chinese Garter and Paper Doll-Making. The boys were engrossed over paper spaceships, "sigay" and teasing the naughty kids of getting SUS-PEN-DED! The number one game at that time was the ever famous Japanese game where the prize was to shout with pride "Winners! Winners!"

        The years went swiftly. The boys began to replace their dirty shorts with long yet not-so-khaki pants. We were elevated up to the second floor, which gave us the illusion that we were older, and that we should leave our childish ways behind…NOT! I remember Marc Johnson Tiu, our newest classmate in Grade 4, to have fancied himself with the name Cyclops (you know, the X-Men Superhero). The trend of having your own Super Hero alias became popular to the group when we reached the level of imitating the people we admire.

        Nevertheless, we acquired a bit of maturity. Maybe from the shaking experience of the earthquake which caused every student and teacher to flee to the grounds. We held hands, hoping and praying but some were just excitedly chatting.

        The following years were quite extraordinary. Who could ever forget the terror of a science teacher Miss Camargo – who never tolerates dirty fingernails and forced us to memorize every single bone and muscle of the human body? Then there came the strike. It was sad because a few dear teachers departed but then again, who could feel sad with a few weeks of ‘vacation’?

        Also, it was at this young age when Cupid began to strike with his arrows of love. This resulted in an awkward gap between the boys and girls (or shall we say, young ladies and gentlemen). Don’t forget the popularity contest where our very own classmates Arvin Lua and Leelyn Yap were crowned king and queen

        Our last year in Elementary came at last. It was a year of first-time experiences: the excitement of our first field trip to Cebu Zoo then Coca-Cola., the fun of the first Elementary Day of PCGS, the fear of the first NEAT (mind you, we were the first batch to take it, and the thrill of releasing the rebel within. It was both joy and tears. Joy for the excitement we’ve been through and tears which did not only flow from our puppy eyes because of the consequences of our rebellion, but also from a few of our teachers who unfortunately clashed with "the" Romel Pareja, the world record teacher’s enemy number one.

        High School, the first sweet taste of maturity. In our freshmen year, we experienced a cultural clash with the newcomers who were a little bit more childish than us. They were Erbert de Vera, Rennan Lui, Daniel Jared Yap, Michael Nilo Yap, Arnel Yongco, Stevenson Yu, Khristina Chiongliu, Analou Dy, May Ann Lim, Jennifer Queen Po, Maria Athena Catedral, Kylene Wee, and Monique Yiu.

        Our last four years in PCGS were really exciting. There was the Analou Dy - Gabe Villaflor - Matthew Cabanes war, also known as the exchange of varnished mango and varnished scrub war. The Romel Pareja - Athena Catedral battle of talents, where they outdid each other in play directing. The very first food fight during the "Linggo ng Wika" when we were in second year. The case of High 3 Victory versus English teacher Miss Agbayani, who just couldn’t take our little games. Speaking of Third Year, what was the mystery behind the vanishing boys? Picture this: It’s morning, with a perfect attendance, the classroom so noisy and jolly. But come afternoon, only the girls and a few surviving boys were left. I wonder why?

        Anyway, we were also lucky to have seen and participated in the first play of the school, Room 77, where many talents were discovered. For example: Romel Pareja’s talent in singing and acting and Mark Ybañez’s skill in handling electronics. A perfect blend of these unique talents eventually led to the production of yet even more plays: One Voice and Hand of Truth.

        Our last year is the most dramatic of all. The year of early second childhood? Imagine the boys wasting their allowances collecting basketball cards, playing with spiders and small noisy teeny-weenie cars that go vroom vroom, and showing off fake PIG tattoos.

        You know what? Years after we leave our Alma Mater, I know that this batch will never be forgotten due to its extraordinary contributions. Who established the Water Zone during the Fair where kids pay to wet themselves? What batch was able to hold the J-S Prom in a brand-new convention center in Cebu? What batch has a genius like Stevenson Yu who made it possible for the school to participate in inter-school competitions and actually win? Which batch broke the monotonous winning streak of High-4 Wisdom in the Choral Recitation…conceding the honor to Loyalty?