My last year in high school will be something really memorable for me. I guess knowing this would be the last year that we all could be together, we really made sure we maximized the school year.
The most memorable moment in High School for me would be the retreat. At first, we saw it as a way of camping out, or spending the night together, but it was really a moment that touched us, and it made us closer to each other. The time we had this, I was having problems with my own barkada. I felt I was an outcast, and that at one point, I felt my friends were seeing me as an "ampon," for I wasn't really part of the barkada then. I became closer to another group of classmates, and even during the retreat, I was distancing myself with my "former" barkada.
During the retreat, there were group dynamics that really made us get to know more of each other. The talks and the discussions as well as our own reflection of certain matters made me understood my classmates - why some of them were like this or that.
The highlight of the Retreat was the second night. After a little group dynamic, our retreat master asked us to lie on the floor, close our eyes, and picture the things he was saying. It started with happy things, until the words became heavier and heavier. Even if I felt it was just me and the retreat master (kinda like being with a psychologist) as my eyes were closed, I somehow could hear my classmates throw words in the air - words that liberated them with the pain they were keeping inside.
After opening our eyes and us taking our seat, I thought we were just given ample time to recover from all the crying, but I was surprised when our class adviser and guidance counselor took out a basin with water, soap, and towel. I didn't know what main purpose was (shocks, I forgot already), but cutting the story short, our adviser and guidance counselor washed our feet and kissed it. Them lowering themselves to that level made me cry bucket loads - more than just a ceremony, it created a big impact on me.
Before we left the Retreat House, we received letters from home. I somehow predicted that, but reading my mom's letter made me so emotional because we weren't really close. I guess the image I took of her letter would be enough to show how touched I was. Yep, I kept the letter, and the little notes from the retreat (reading this letter now made me cry again). :)