Seminary Tales #4: The Road To Perdition

And I entered the seminary.

After seven hours ride (a bumpy, a sweaty and a tiring ride) of an ordinary– a categorized ordinary bus as if air-conditioned buses were extraordinary and I never knew, then, that there were air-conditioned buses –PANTRANCO bus and after so much pride of seeing many towns as we passed by, and in between, appreciating the green fields and oneing with the hardships of those peoples toiling in the mud, arching their backs to heaven to plant their future in the middle of June– the future of having enough rice on their tables or hoping to harvest at least, yes, they hoped, 100 sacks of palay — but not a hundred full palay sacks because I knew that almost always farmers brought home the sacks sans the palay but the receipts of paid loans, for farmers mortgaged their harvests before the planting season started– as promised by the good agriculture technicians who studied under the auspices and funding of good fertilizer companies– I arrived, culture-shocked to the eminence of the great-towering buildings of what we idolized Manila. In fact, it was Quezon City.

I was a kaibulos, a neophyte to the city or we called, at that time, as tangaw-tangaw idiay Pozorrubio– an aphorism we got when our school’s baseball team (they were called then as little leaguers) participated in IRAA and they lost all their games because they did not know what they were doing and that our teacher-coach was drunk of Ginebra San Miguel Gin during games and they always ate spoiled meals in Pozorrubio, Pangasinan, (he he he, at least, we were just kids then)–awe-struck for the second time I stepped in Manila.

The first time I visited what we called Manila, to which I learned then as a province during my Araling Panlipunan days, was when I attended the seminary get-together–a two day celebration of good life showcasing the future good days of seminary lives—one breezy, merry December before my initiation to the seminary life.

Baggage in tow, a not so big knapsack with just enough pairs of clothes, old clothes and remnants of my peasant life and a briefcase of advices from my parents, I boarded….(please continue reading at Tales of The Hill)

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