Student "edition" found at {thoughts dot com slash typed no space out no space loud slash blog}.

Maybe I shouldn't have started this blog now, not with everything that's been going on.

So last night I went to the wake of my former first year high school class adviser, at the same parish where we had the wake for my uncle recently. This is also an event I would not have found out about if I had not started establishing links to my batch mates in the social networks.

I was supposed to have met with them last January in 2006, the twentieth homecoming of our batch, but I did not get to go then, so I had to content myself with the twenty fifth home coming.

I did not expect that I would see them before that date (only two years away) and for this sad reason.

It was definitely strange being that close to the old stomping grounds, and to the quarters of the priests and brothers where I have spent at least one night in the days before mobile phone notification of parents.

It does show how much I have become acclimated to reality TV shows that I thought our batch would make an interesting subject of how no one could guess how everyone would turn out.

Of course I was not the only teacher having come from a technical school whose electives were all electronics and leaning towards engineering courses. But I was surprised with how many have their own businesses now, either inherited or based on their old interests.

I did not get to tell them about my own venture into entrepreneurship, not only because it would involve a lot of explanation, but also because I was never comfortable with making the conversation about me, something true back then and up to now.

There were a few who are white collar workers, talking about this telecom giant or that one.

In other words, the type of school we all hailed from does not dictate that we would have the same careers.

It was also a bit of a relief to see that a lot of these guys have kept in contact in the intervening years, either because they still lived close to each other or being active in the homecomings even when it was not sponsored by our batch. I will be in their email groups now, not just in their social networks, though they could have told me about it sooner through the messaging system and not wait until we were face to face.

Another point was that some faces or names were so shelved back in my memory that it was often one unusual incident that would surface first. That certainly happened about me with at least one former classmate, who was saying he remembered me trying to solve this trigonometry problem during our break time that he insisted I just made on my own and was not required in class or a frustration from some of the inter-school mathematics contests we joined but were eliminated from.

Bottom line: I did miss these guys and I will not wait for another death to catch up with them again.

Session 2793 looks forward to the next meet. Class dismissed.