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Psychology



Submitted by:
Regie P. Babaran

Submitted to:
Ms. Joyzeelyn Columna

REMINISCING THE PAST
My name is Regie Penullar Babaran. Im 17 years old.I was born on a cold Friday
morning of February02, 1996. I live in Brgy. Tagga, Tuguegarao City.We are seven in the
family. I have three sisters and one brother.My fathers name is Robert Babaran Sr. and my
mothers name is Virginia Babaran.My sisters name are Jenalyn Babaran(19 yrs. Old) taking up
Business Administration at University of Saint Louis. Jennifer Babaran(16 yrs. Old) taking up
BS Radiologic Technology at Saint Paul University.Mary-Ann Babaran(youngest sister) and
Robert Babaran Jr.(youngest brother), they are both in Elementary. And I, Regie Babaran, taking
up BS Information Technology at Cagayan State University Carig Campus.
My childhood is full of memories. Some are good memories and some are bad, but
generally speaking I would classify most of them as good. According to my mother when I was
an infant, I spend my days for drinking milk in a bottle,crying and sleeping as what a baby
usually do. My mother always carries me if I cry for somewhat reasons or someone carries me.
When I was 3 years old, I have a difficulty to pronounce H, R and W. I dont know why, maybe
because Im still learning or developing my language skills.
Iwas 5 years old when I went to kindergarten. My father patiently escorted me going to
Day Care Center near our house at seven in the morning and picked me up when my class ended.
On the first day when I and my father going to school, I dont want to be alone; I always cry and
cry and cry like other children does when their mother or their father leaves them. Im shy type
person and I dont talk to anyone except to my teacher. As the days past, I learned to adjust.
Ilook for toys around the classroom,introducing myself to my other classmates, playing with
them and talking about toys and games. We are very noisy on that time and I thank god because
our teacher is very patient. I became a friendly person.I was a tearful kid also that time. Once,
my teacher found me crying because my friends had teased me. She rushed to comfort me and
saying things that makes my temperature cool down.



When the graduation of kindergarten came, I am
very nervous getting or receiving my diploma in front the
stage. I am not comfortable facing in front of many people.
By that, I can say I survive the first challenge of being a
child. Learning and developing through experiences.


When I and my parents went home, Im very happy when I receive money from my
titos and titas, ninongs and ninangs, and anyone else. I always count my money in the floor
like an ignorant that is first time to hold money. If something is missing or went wrong to my
money, I cried loudly that anyone wont stop me. And I think thats normal to us children. :D
Elementary Days
Elementary days are awesome. I have huge bag, new school uniform, new notebooks and
new shoes. I learned to be independent. I can take a bath without the help of my parents.I learned
to dress up myself without the help of my mother. And Going and leaving the school without
escort of my father. At first, I only talk to those people whom I know specially to my classmates
when I was in kindergarten. We talk about whats new on us, what we do when school days
ended and etc.
When the day we met our teacher, I am very nervous because I heard to my other
classmates and other people that our teacher is a terror teacher. She is Ms. Sheila Melad. She
doesnt want pupils who are very noisy, pupils who are not listening and pupils who are
stubborn. Im not stubborn but a bit talkative person. And that makes me truant and lazy. My
father pushes me every day going to school. Sometimes, he gives me punishment which I
deserve because of my laziness. But few weeks passed. I realized that our teacher is very kind.



I started to join different activities like
dance presentation to entertain the audience
and to help myself tobuild a bit confidence
which I need to surpass all challenges in my
life. Facing huge crowed or just small group of
people for me is my biggest fear. Till now, I
carry this fear.

As two years passes by, I became more comfortable and confident with myself, Im 8
years old and Im in grade 3.Im not good in drawing but I love to colorize such things; books,
coloring books, floor, walls, cabinets and etc. My favorite colors are blue,light blue, dark blue
and sky blue. Seems legit right? Haha. I also love the colors green, red, black and yellow.My
favorite subject is recess. And my favorite teacher is Auntie Rose, the vendor in the canteen (Im
just kidding).When we hear the bell rang everyday, I and my classmates run to canteen to buy
foods and drinks. I think that is our daily habit, also running when going home. And when Friday
comes, I feel great to go to school. I dont know why, maybe this is the last day or maybe
because I wore colored shirts and shorts/pants unlike Mondays to Thursdays where we wore
uniforms.
Every December, I am very excited because Christmas is fast approaching. One of our
projects every year was Christmas lantern. When the 3
rd
week of December came, the week
wherein the Christmas Party will be. I and my mother are going to town to buy my exchange gift.
I am very happy because its Christmas, Christmas is the happiest holiday for me.
And the day of the graduation came, I felt mix emotions. I feel happy, sad and nervous.
Im Happy; because another page of my life was done. Sad; because we will be living Tagga-
Dadda Elementary School.And nervous;because another 4 years of learning in high school.


(This photo was taken last April 2003)
High School Days
High School Days is the Best and the Happiest Days of my life! I studied 4 years atGosi
High School. When I was in first year, its very difficult for me to collaborate or to talk to other
people except to my other classmates because they were my classmates since when I was in
elementary.Especially to me because I have a high pride wherein, I want others to have their first
move not me. I want others approach me, not I, will going to approach them.
I am very nervous because of the new school, new facilities, new teachers, and new
classmates, In general, new environment.When the second day came and one by one introduces
their selves. I feel the competition base on their experiences since when they were in
elementary, their voices on how they deliver their sentences and etc. Some of them are broad
thinker and some of them are funny to be with. One of them standout, She is May Calimag. I
hate her, because she pushes herself. Example, electing officers in our class. She nominated
herself as a secretary. And that makes me high. And I felt she is sipsip with the other teachers.
Thats it! But the others are just ok.Well for me, I dont care. I am not the person who is very
competitive but that May Calimag makes me high. When the 2nd week came, I learned to adjust,
having new friends. Laughing on corny jokes, playing like a kid and etc except on that May
Calimag. When my other classmates talking about love. They said that, That May Calimag like
me. And thats makes me ask myself what??? But I dont care basta I dont like her
When I was in 2
nd
year, I learned to do my responsibilities wherein our teacher divided us
into ten groups. Having an area which we should take care, Digging and pulling those unwanted
grasses are our job everyday. Having teamwork and good leadership helps us till the end. I also
started having physical changes like having hairs in the different parts of my body, having broad
voice, increase in height, having Adams apple and pimples which makes me burden, irritated
and ugly
Next was a life of a 3
rd
student. Being in junior high school is one of the best among the
rest. Having field trips and outing with my classmates. When the day we went to Cabbo,
Peablanca, I can say that, that was one of the experiences of my life. Walking an hour to reach
the house of our teacher and giving clothes to less fortunate people. Sad to say we dont have any
picture when we are there last 2007. Anyways, another unforgettable moment when I was in
junior high is the JS Prom (Junior-Senior Promenade). Practicing our cotillion was great!. And
when the day comes were we are in Las Palmas Hotel and Resort. I feel the excitement with my
classmates. Seeing them happy makes me happy, and seeing them nervous makes me also
nervous. When we performed our cotillion with the music No One Else Comes Close by Joe, I
saw the eyes of my partner the happiness. Thats May Calimag, my Girlfriend. We broke up
twice. But the love continues when she accepts me back on her heart last November 30, 2012
from that time, I believe in the saying the more you hate, the more you love. Ok lets stop...
lets go back to the cotillion. The girls are beautiful with their cocktail dresses and we boys are
handsome with our Americana suit. We ended the Promenade with a smile in our face. I got
pimples in my cheeks because of the foundation I applied on my face and thats makes me angry
again!
Senior High, The last and the most memorable days of my life. I learned to value things
and friendship. Like what my favorite colors meaning, no war, just peace, have trust, and be
loyal to each other. Sad to say because as the year ended, we are obligate to leave our Alma
matter. But before we ended that year, we enjoy it by going to the house of our classmate to
have fun. And take pictures as a remembrance in our high school. We field our hearts with joy
and laughter.
Whenthe day of the graduation came, we feel sad. But my classmate told usThis is our
journey, we need to do this to mold us better person. We can see each other naman eh. Dont cry
na, hindi pa nag start ung ceremony umiiyakna kayo, be strong guys
When our Valedictorian gives her final speech my classmates started to cry. I said to
myself that I need to be strong, I need to control my feelings, but sad to say. My heart won. We
all cry like a kid.
Since when I was in High school,Istarted to lie to my parents, telling them that were
going to do a project or activity, but the truth is going somewhere with my friends. The worst
thing Ive done to my mother is telling her Bullshit! and youre the worst mother Ive ever
had! Sounds creepy right? But still, I love my mother.

College Life
When we say College, surely you have eye bags. Being a College student is not easy.
Unlike in high school which we can be easy go lucky. Getting absent twice a week, cutting
classes, failing your quizzes is just ok. But in college, you need to be serious. Not that totally
serious in your study but you should do your responsibility as a student we should think like
we know everything. And sometimes,we need to be independent and be a Man in an Island.

And now that Im in 2
nd
year College, What I need to do is to boost more my confidence that I
can do everything and value the people around me. Im happy because I have crazy classmates
and a friend like adviser
Who do you think you are ten years from now? this question makes me think like I am
in a QnA show. But I think 10 years from now; I will be 27 yrs. old. Im having my own family
and I am in Singapore working, having my own car and having millions of savings in my bank
account. Thats it! :D
Writing this autobiography makes me remember the past. I hope you enjoy reading my
Autobiography as much as I enjoy writing this. Gracias!