(This was written way back Senior year High School as a final paper for Debate class. Just want to share this with you guys... High School wouldn't be as fun and memorable without my HS friends)
The peaceful corridor of the High School building suddenly turns into a jam-packed place. The time: 11:45—it’s lunch time again. Students rush down to hit the canteen and at the same time not miss the delicious food they would buy.
I began to find myself hurriedly fixing my things so I could join my friends for lunch. It has always been this way: from rm310, my friends and I would immediately rush to the canteen to meet our other friends.
|Lunchtime - School Canteen|
It has always been the same scene in lunch that has been happening since our schoolyear started. Of course, our barkada was not always so cheerful and united, especially when we experienced some problems within our group before.
There was a time when our barkada almost split up because Jaymee and Julienne got mad at us for a reason we could never understand. Suddenly, there was a gap in our group. Jaymee and Julienne were seldom around. When they would join us sometimes for lunch, they would only talk among themselves and not mind us at all.
Each of us was afraid that this group would really split up. We were afraid we would leave our school, after we graduate, with sad memories in our group. I was the one who worries the most because I was afraid of losing two of the closest and dearest friends I have.
The gap in our barkada was never discussed in lunch. We avoided talking about it, until Julienne and Jaymee told us they would leave our group. They began avoiding us, and joined another group. The gap between us grew wider.
Then, we began to ask ourselves, “Are we really a part of this group? Or, are we just called a barkada because it seems like an appropriate term to call this group?”
We asked ourselves if there were reasons behind their leaving us. Was it because we do not have some things in common? Was it because they came from a different class and realized it would be easier for them to stay barkadas among their classmates? Was it because they grew tired of being in our group?
Was the real essence of being a part of a barkada ever present in our group? Was there a barkada that even existed in our group?
With that, we now set aside the fact they come from a different class and that we don’t have a lot of things in common. We put away all our judgments and notions on why these things were happening in our group. We go back to the experience and ask among ourselves, “What is a barkada?”
If we came from the same class, would this problem ever happen? Would there be a gap in our group? Talking it over with my friends, we came to realize that these problems happen in every barkada. Nobody’s barkada was ever perfect. Every barkada needs to grow and learn to strengthen the friendship and love within. Every person, as a part of the group, need not feel that her group is the only one she could count on. Every person in the group should also grow, in order to make the friendship grow stronger and meaningful.
After a few weeks, they returned to our group. No sorry’s and no explanations ever happened. Things were back to normal.
|At school grounds|
The limited number of times we spend together and the number of things we have in common do not hold the test of being a real barkada. It is how we view and value our friendship that counts.
Looking beyond the experience, it made us realize that a real barkada does not consist of having to fo the same things together, but giving each other space to grow. Perhaps, the time when Julienne and Jaymee left us, they needed time and space to grow. Our view of friendship, as young individuals, is not how we viewed when we were kids—when we play with dolls and fill our lives with sugar and spice.
|Balloon Baby project for 2nd year High School|
The reason why they got mad at us would remain unknown, at least for the moment. We never tried to talk about it… I guess it would be better left unsaid…
(My friends and I have gone our separate ways, but somehow, I've managed to keep in touch with some of them, thanks to social networking sites such as Facebook, Twitter, and Friendster.)