Bliss was it to be alive, but to be young was very heaven, says wordsworth
but heaven was not the word to describe, nor was it even bliss to be alive. during the first day
stay in P.U.P. we were a picture of anxious and adrifted freshmen boys and girls not knowing what
to do and completely unconditioned for the rigorous battle we were to plunge into. yes we were the high
school students lost for searching for refuge.
COABTE was
yet to be called our home. lined up during the first day in school, we were prone and aware of the glaring scrutiny
of the higher years upon to us they were the mighty eagles interestingly hovering over us the baby-faced, green-horn prey.
Mighty eagles turned into guardian angels as we learn the brod-sis
system of the school. they could be less threathening we realized still they were tyhe stars we
dreamed of reaching someday was like a home neverthless, freshmen as we were we called the thoroughfares
of labyrinth still lay beyond us.
and in despite of our big differences, in life, family background,
and tradition we became one as a section though sometimes there are misunderstanding among our
friends.
