I don’t know how my igso Maria Steffens (Brenda Tamara during our elementary days at the City Central School in Cebu City) found this blog. But I am glad she likes my meandering thoughts here.
Maria is in Norway, but many of my batch mates are still in Cebu. A few of us have been meeting and planning for a reunion in December. I hope that happens.
I am a product of the public school system, at least in my elementary days, and proudly so. The little success I have now proves that being in that system is not a deterrence. If you have the intellect and the determination, you can be better than those studying in private schools, notably the elite ones.
I pass by City Central School daily going to the office. While familiarity tends to make one overlook many things, there are times when I get nostalgic just looking at the rooms in the former main building at the corner of P. del Rosario St. and Jones Ave.
The best years of my life I divide into three periods: elementary, high school and revolutionary periods. While much of my memories of the first period have been lost, I always look back to my days in City Central with certain sense of fondness.
The daily 30-minute walk or so from our place in Sitio Kawayan, Barangay Sambag 2, the frolic inside the school campus, the nutri-buns we called pan de o.k. (pan de ok-ok or in English, bread containing cockroach), etc.
I will be writing more about that in the next few days.
–Candido O. Wenceslao, June 30, 2007