The Overture birthday party and everyone is invited.
I was so happy
It was a rainy month of July—no, let me rephrase that it was
stormy month of July when I was born. I’m a big bouncing
baby with brown bright eyes. My mother named me
Kathlene after my grandmother Catherine, it was supposed
to be spelled Kathleen but the midwife misspelled it. I was
like every other baby, I learned how to walk at 2 years old,
speak at the age of 3 and go to nursery at the age of 4. I
was friendly and nice at that nursery, even my teacher
loves me back then. But because I was not used to being
left by my parents I throw a fit in my first day of nursery, also
the second day, the third, and I think for the whole week. I
made a lot of friends that I played with, but I’m really a
bitch back then, so I also made an enemy, I forget her
name but not her face.
Kindergarten was I productive for me, every end of the
month we go the other branch of the Kindergarten and just
play or some performance. I even dance on the stage for
some reason. Also in my kindergarten I learned that I hate
clowns. It was supposed to be a normal day at school, but
because there is annual visit in the other branch of the
kindergarten so I came. But one of the class in that have a
because of it, I love parties before. As I sitting in one of the
chair, one of the clown surprise me at my back. That was his
biggest mistake and my traumatic experience with clown,
because I cried. I cried so hard that I someone have to take
me out of the room. Did you know that at the age of 5, I
kissed someone? No, well I do. I really did, but it was only on
the cheeks but still he made it like a big deal. Well it was big
deal when you are kid, right? I even remember that instead
of getting punish or something. My teacher even said that it
was only on the cheeks and it was not a big deal. But still I
kissed someone and I like it.
At the age of 6, I was now on the big school, because the
government allowed it back then to make the children skip
for a year, instead of being in a prep I was enrolled at
Cielito Zamora Memorial School as grade1. Even though it
was a big school it was nothing to me, I still make friends by
saying ‘Hi, I’m Kathlene. Nice to meet you. What is your
name?’ Of course everybody like me because she was nice
and friendly, even the teacher have nothing to say to me. I
even have a good grade on my report cards, and of
course it was big school, and not everyone likes me
because I’m a bitch but I just can’t get it. One of my
classmate called me ‘chismosa’, for pete sake, who in the
right mind to talk out loud beside me and told me that I’m
‘chismosa’ for listening at them, I don’t get them. The worst
part of that she even told me that I’m not included in that
convo, well I think she need is a reality check because they
are talking out loud that my other sit mate can also hear it.
After that, nothing special happened except that I feel like
a complete idiot. I was an only daughter that is why I gets
what I wants, whenever I want. But I took the bait and
become a complete idiot. It was started with a half full
pack of chips that the teacher didn’t finish and because
she didn’t want it anymore she decided to ask her pupils if
they want it, of course they said yes, even I. But she was not
satisfied with the result she ask them to raise their hand and
because I was a nosy person at the young age, I also raised
my hand even though didn’t like it. Of course everyone in
that class raised their hand because it’s a chips, every child
loves chips, except for one guy. That one guy that makes
me feel like a complete idiot at the age of 6. That guys was
at the sitting behind me, and because the teacher is
lending the chips at him I almost took it, the teacher even
said ‘No, Kathlene it was for him’ and I said ‘Okay, miss’ and
I just sit there and think of what I’ve done.
I love my hair, I even think that it was the only thing that is
pretty in me, and also my eyes. But before I really love it
that I didn’t want anyone to cut it, I even cried when a
particular person just cut my hair for fun, or he’s just really a
retarded person. It was started when I reached grade 2,
having a black curly long locks was such a cute accessory
for a girl, you can pony it, braid it, anything. But this guy, just
like any other guy at this age is very playful and annoying
that make me hate him. I didn’t know why but he always
annoy her to the point that it was getting physical. Of
course I was angry at him but we were just kids, we tend to
play hard, but that’s not the end of it. Before my family
decide to move to Mandaluyong, he decide to pull a
prank at me that even now I can recall it and it was not just
a prank, he meant it and was happy about it. That day
before she left her school, he cut her hair that she cherish
the most that even her grandmother told her not to cut it
and I cried that day. It was stupid to cry because someone
just cut a piece of hair, but it was my hair! I love my hair.
Mess with me but not my hair.
It was the middle of the school year when we decide to
leave Caloocan for Mandaluyong, and the reason for it is
financial. My mother quit her job because of some issues
and health problem. I was transferred at Filemon P. Javier
Elementary School because it was accessible and near at
my house. Nothing much happened in there just some
bunch of things like having an exam even though my
cousins don’t have school anymore, yup perfectly normal.
Until at the end of the school year, it was supposed to be a
happy day were children can sleep longer or shorter
depends on the parents, but that was not the case for me. I
have to go back at the school because I still need to finish
some files at the school but because my mother is busy that
day I was just accompanied by my auntie. Because I was
not really allowed inside, my aunt left me at classroom,
inside the classroom was my classmate and my teacher.
Actually my classmate was picking the white hair of my
teacher, and I was fine by it because I always seeing her
doing it because she was her aunty too. I was fine doing my
thing, until my classmate was called by her. Because I was
there she tricked me into doing what I hate the most now,
she trick me that I have to learn to pick a white hair so that
later on life my mother will be thankful for and because I
was naïve and I didn’t do that do I picked a white hair for
her, but the good thing is my auntie is finish on what she was
doing after one white hair was remove.
I likes island hoping, I like the feeling of going to different
places and at the same it will going to happen at the same
day but I really hate classroom hoping. I feel like my mother
neglect me and gave me to the other mother. I was 8 that
time in grade 3 I was originally at section 1, and I like it
there. It was spacious and a cool teacher but they said that
I was to be passed at section 3. I didn’t quite remember
what happened in that classroom but the only thing that I
remember is that the teacher duck taped the student’s
mouth because he can’t stop talking. Then after that it
becomes all blur until her former teacher in section 1 took
her and told her that her permanent classroom will be
section 2. Of course I was thankful but in reality I really want
to go back in section 1.
In that section, it was full of idiot boy, noisy girl and a
teacher that hates me. I know that boys will be boys but
luckily for me, I gain a lot of guy friends in that grade and of
course girls too, but I was just closer to the guys. I even have
a frenemy in this grade, the reason why we fight is because
of the toothpaste that supposed to be mine, but she keep
on forcing me that it was hers, but I know that it was mine.
And the least but the last the hypocrite teacher, have you
ever met a teacher that is good to other person but a bitch
to you? Well I do. I don’t know why she was a bitch at me. I
know that I’m a bitch but I can tame to being not a bitch,
she was just angry at me at some but I really don’t know
why.
I won something before. I never expect it, it happened so
fast. It was started at the program at school. Like some
other school this group of super hero visit our school and I
was so happy because who won’t love super heroes, right?
So I pay attention to the program and even sing along with
it. But then they decide to ask for the names of the group,
so I raise my hands up high, so high that I was almost
standing and because of it I was the one who was ask. so I
answer it, I almost not getting the right answer because I
was nervous but the person who gave me the microphone
whisper me the answers, so I won a comic book and a pin. I
was so happy because of it. I love the comic, everyone was
envious of me because I got it. But karmas a bitch, because
I was the only one who get the comic book, everyone
wants to borrow it from me and it was disastrous that is why
the teacher took it. And she didn’t gave it back to me after
the class, she just took it and gave it to her son.
Luckily for me I never saw that teacher again because I was
transferred at the different school. This school was Plainview
Elementary School, this school was also the school of the
cousins. I like that school, because even there is no typhoon
once the school is flooding ankle deep, it was already
suspended. It was good to have a school like that
especially if you are a lazy student like me. It meet new
friends in there. My teacher like me and I like her too but she
was always absent because she was pregnant at that time.
I also meet my first best friend, her name was Krishna Freya
C. Areglado (KFC). I also like her, she was the best a girl
could have. I can tell her me secret and I know she can
keep it. I even told her who is my crush, and my enemy. I
also meet an abuse child. She was sexually abuse by her
stepfather. I pity her because she was already 16 that time
but she was still in grade 4.
Have you ever fall for someone? Well I did, everyone does
right? I was only 9 years old and in grade 4 that time, when I
finally realize that I like someone. It was still a mystery me
why liked I like him. Maybe it because he was my friend first,
before I think he was cute, or maybe the way he talk to me
and me feel happy, I don’t know. I really just felt it one day
and everything change. Even the way I talk to him, it feels
like every day I saw him was a good morning to me. Wait
before I forget his name is Daniel Joshua Flores, and for
some reason I can still remember his full name. I don’t really
know why but I just did.
Selling drugs it bad right? But when you are a kid and have
nothing to do, try to ask your teacher if they are selling
peanuts. Try not to laugh when they said yes, and once
they did try not to sneak like you have drugs in your packet.
Why? Because this happened to me. It was a peaceful day
at my school, and I was bored. I nothing to do, because the
teacher is absent again and the classroom is lock so I
entered the other classroom, because they told us so. Once
I entered I saw a bag of peanuts in her desk, so I don’t mind
it because I think it was all hers. But once the recess came. I
saw that the students are going to her one by one, so I also
go to her after the last student and ask her if she was selling
the peanuts and she said yes. The funny part is that she told
me not to tell it to anyone or else she will get fired and gave
me a pack of peanuts, I never told anyone. Because didn’t
finish it, I was so scared to leave the room because of it
because the teacher might get punish because of me. And
that is why I don’t want to ask anymore at the teachers.
Grade 5 was not really great for me, because in that time
my best friend left me. Her family decided to go back to
Bacolod because of some financial problem, of course I
was not happy about it, but it was her parents who decide
it. In the school before she left, it was full of crying. We all
going to miss her, because she was our friend. I’m crying
because she was my first best friend, we told secrets to
each other, she even let me borrowed her book because it
was public school and only limited person can have book.
She even made me a letter in my notebook, saying I’m also
the best girlfriend she ever had. I really miss, even now. I’m
even trying to find her at Facebook, but I really can’t.
It was supposed to be a peaceful and normal day, but that
was not the case for me. First of all that subject was
science, and it was boring. They didn’t do anything just
copy an illustration of human skeleton that can be printed
from the internet. So she didn’t copy it, she just do
something instead of copying. Later on after a few second
the teacher just slap her in the face without saying
anything. I know that drawing was not really my forte, why
would I try to do it right? Beside I can print it anyway. I just
don’t know why it was necessary to slap a child instead of
talking to her and told her to just copy it. I really don’t know
how that teachers mind works. After that I just copy it like
any one. But that didn’t stop there. After that a few months
later she accuse me of laughing at her, like I would even do
it. For Pete sake I’m just coughing!! I’m not laughing at her.
How can I laugh, when I was coughing? Teacher’s logic.
After fifth grade, sixth grade comes. It do you what subject I
hate? No, well its math. Why? This is the reason why. Sixth
grade was the stage that I have to be focus, or so what my
mother told me. It took years and years to finally realize that
I hate math, because of my teacher. Remember the
teacher that slap me? Well that is my teacher in math, and
she was suck at it. I can’t even recall a single thing that I
learn from her. It started with the first lesson, then followed
by another. She was like, put this to this, then that to that,
until all was complete mess. She was the first teacher that I
realize that was sucks in teaching.
Sixth grade was great, not just because I met a new friend I
also make a move to my crush and this time I’m obsess with
him, 200%. I even befriend his cousin, and asking how he is
doing, and some bunch of typical things. I even plan to kiss
him on the cheek before we part ways for high school. Until
suddenly there was a program at school and very thing
change between me and my friend, Samantha. I still hate
her by the way he was supposed to notice me, not her. I
know I’m being an idiot for hating my friend but she was just
so pretty that day.
There was a new kid in our school, he’s Korean, pretty boy
and I hate him. Well I had I crush on him at first but later on,
he found himself a girlfriend who was my friend and that
sucks. He was cute, yes, nice, yes, and have a cute eyes,
super yes. I really like him, but he has a girlfriend so I back
out having a crush on him. I just go back to my old crush. I
didn’t start hating him, until it was field trip at Ocean Park
Subic, it was nice and cool but also cold and rainy at day. I
was having a great time that day, but after the day was
finish, he just slash me with the water from the tank of the
seal. I was so furious that time, I even want to throw him on
the water because of what he did. But I did do anything at
him, I was also shock at what happened so I didn’t do
anything.
I told you it was sixth grade, after that was seventh grade
and I have a new school. Everything in that school was so
new to me, even how much the food were. I can even
remember that I was so scared to answer questions
because I thought that I have to answer it in English.
Especially how dumb I am. Before I continue, what is the
answer for the environment with lots of tress and animal?
Need a clue? 4. If your answer is forest, that is correct. Very
good of you, unfortunately for me I was 11 that time and I
don’t know the answer. Like I told you, I was culture shock in
this school and everything I know now is form this school. I
can also remember when I was in this school as a seventh
grade is having a two best friends, they are like Krishna but
multiplied. We go to different fast food to eat, mall to go to
after Christmas and exchange gifts. It was fun and happy
life.
I know I’m lazy, I won’t deny it because it was true even
when it comes to reading. I know reading is the the only
easiest thing that a student can do, but I really too lazy to
do it. Especially at my subject Filipino, that every day we
have to read Ibong Adarna and have a reporting at the
school. I can even remember that I was outside of the room
because I didn’t read a chapter on Ibong Adarna. But
once on the blue moon, I also read it. I can still remember
that when I decide to read a chapter of Ibong Adarna I got
praise from the teacher because she said that I was really
reading the story, even though that was once on the blue
moon.
It was heaven on seventh grade, but was hell on eighth
grade. When I was in eighth grade I was totally hook with K-
pop I really love exo, but my classmate hate me for it. They
didn’t bully me face to face but they are really being bad
at me when I was not facing them. In my class in an outcast
they just need me when they want something from me. In
this time of year I also gain trust issues, I once have a friend
that was my classmate that I really trust about my secret but
she betrayed me on my back. It was started when I think
someone is really cute, he was nice and friendly so I told it
to her because she was the only one I trust that year. But
that was the biggest mistake I ever done in my life. After I
told that to her, that guy suddenly change around me. He
was not nice at me anymore, being arrogant sometime,
and just snubbing me, I was worried about it because
maybe he found out I like him, but in reality I just found him
cute and nice. Then I found out it was true he knows that I
have a crush on him, and he was not the one who told me
it was my supposed to be friend. I was devastated on that
day when she told me that, she was supposed to be my
friend and keep the secret but she