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8 Things Only Students From Saint Jude Catholic School Can Relate To

From free-day Thursdays to "Epang" Dumplings and Mang Alex.
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Saint Jude Catholic School may be known for being strict and comprehensive, but it's the school's way of preparing their students for what is coming ahead of them.  The learning experience in SJCS is what makes the school very unique because from a very young age, students are taught to work hard. We live up to its core values and take it with us as we grow older. Here are eight things SJCS students can relate to. 

  1. Grace Under Pressure

Judenites are trained to have good study habits in all their subjects. Even though students are engaged in various extra curricular activities, we still make it a point to do everything properly and completely—that's called grace under pressure.

  1. ATM Mind

The minds of the Judenites are just like an automated teller machine (ATM), but instead of being always ready to dispense cash, we're always ready to dispense information. That's because we are trained to memorize everything—from numbers to letters—since pre-school up to the last grade. That is the reason why we are knowledgeable and ready to serve.

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  1. Free Day-Thursdays

Some people may think that having no school on Thursdays is unfair. However, this comes with a price as our beloved Saturday, which is supposedly spent with our familes, is spent in school. So instead of having two days in a row of relaxation and fun, we have it on separate days.

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  1. Batch Play

Every fourth quarter, two batches are expected to prepare a production that will be performed live in front of the whole high school department. This is a part of their final grade in English. The lower batch would usually act a Shakespearean play while the upper batch would perform the annual passion play. It's really stressful but it's sure worth the experience. 

  1. The "Chinese Fever."

"Chinese Fever" is very common during Chinese exams because most of the students seem to have been hit by an epidemic. They try their best to memorize their Chinese lessons to the point that they act like zombies, which causes English teachers to be concerned about their lessons since the students are not participating in their classes.

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  1. "Epang" Dumplings and Mang Alex

   In SJCS there is this one food stall where the owner, Epang, would sell delicious dumplings, fries, and hashbrown. Every recess period, Judenites rush to the ground floor to purchase these delicious delicacies.

After school, students would eat at Mang Alex Fishballs together with their yaya and driver. A lot of people enjoy eating here because of the special sauce they use.

  1. Annual Sportsfest

Just like most schools, St. Jude hosts an annual Sportsfest in the middle of the school year. Here, different batches compete with each other in a variety of sports. The highlight of the sportsfest is the Mr. and Ms. Sportsfest as well as the Cheering competition. Sometimes, it can get a little dramatic, but it's normal for us to get all competitive during the season since it truly brings out the unity and hardwork of each batch.

  1. Junior-Senior Prom

JS Prom is the peak of our high school lives. The partnering system is always assigned to the batch advisors who will pair you up with someone from the other batch. 

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Today, I am sharing my mother's story. I wish my mother was a constant in my life, like an angel who guards you to sleep and comes right there when you called. But angels come back home too, in heaven where they always belonged, and my mother went back a little early. My mother died when I was 13 years old. My last memory of my mother: Letting go when you are not yet ready is a very cruel thing that one has to ever experience. It is a sudden wave of total sadness and desperation crashing into your very core.

On the 28th of July 2013, we went to a resort in Bataan for the employees’ getaway. My parents own a 7-11 franchise, and it had always been a tradition to give their store clerks a get-together every year. I remember very well the last breakfast I had with my mother. The Sunday morning sky was clear and sunny, and the sea was calm and tranquil as we ate our breakfast on a cottage under the tall palm trees. She shared with us a strange dream she had the other night. She dreamt about an unknown woman holding an ice pick chasing her down on a dimly lit street, then she woke up just before the woman could grab her arm. We never knew what that dream exactly meant and now, I wished I never knew its meaning. After breakfast, my family and our employees decided to take a swim at the beach. The day was nice. The morning air may be chilly but the sun’s kiss on our skins gave us warmth. It was perfect. Everything is fine and the tides are low which made it very enjoyable to swim. We swam a little farther from the shore and we stopped to the point where the water reached our shoulders. We were talking about the good things in life and reminiscing the good old days. Those are the things that I’ve always loved about my family because I never had a meaningless conversation with them.

A few moments later, we heard a panicking call for help from one of our store clerks. It was Rachel. She was struggling to keep her head above water. She was already drowning but the odd thing was, she was only a few feet away from us. At first, we thought she was just playing around until we felt the sand in our toes dissolving like powder. It felt like as if the seafloor submerged deeper. I remembered sighting the shore and it seemed so close yet very far away. We were all panicking at that time. No one knew how to swim except my mother so without having second thoughts she swam towards Rachel and called out to my father, “Yung mga anak mo! Dalhin mo sa pampang yung mga anak mo!” and I never thought I already heard my mother’s last words to my father. I was paddling like a dog, gasping for air, as I say a little prayer to God to take us all back to safety. I felt my father grabbing our swimsuits, trying to lift our bodies so we can breathe even though he was also struggling to keep himself alive. Once I felt my toes touch the ground, there came a veil of relief that covered my whole body. As soon as my father and my sister made it to the shore we started calling out for help. There were no lifeguards on duty at that time, no personnel, nor guards. I saw my mother already floating in her stomach. We sighted a boat sailing nearby, we waved our hands and called for their attention. They almost ignored us because they cannot comprehend what we were trying to relay but the good thing was a passenger in the boat noticed my mother and Rachel in the water.

My mother’s body was laid on the shore. She was unconscious and her whole body was pale as white. My father performed CPR but my mother couldn’t get the water come out of her mouth because the food she ate earlier got stuck in her throat and blocked the passage. A concerned tourist offered his car to deliver my mom in a nearby health center or a clinic of some sort since the hospital was miles away from the beach and she needs immediate care. My father told us to stay in the hotel room and prepare mom’s belongings so that if she wakes up she has fresh clothes to change into. My sister and I finished packing our things and waited for our father to pick us up from the hotel. I was crying and I couldn’t stop myself because I was afraid to lose my mother. I couldn’t imagine what my life would be if I lose her that day. Moments lasted until we heard a knock on the door and it was my father, crying, and apologizing to us. He hugged me and my sister tightly and saying, “Sorry, anak, sorry hindi na uuwi si mommy, sorry hindi ko nasagip si mommy”. And that was the moment I felt sinking into the ground. I never knew what to feel at first. I was numb because my worries were now actually a reality that I have to live in. I was at shock because I am now one of the kids in those cliche teleseryes who lost a mother at an early age. We went to the health center to settle everything. The clinic was very small and it sure did lack equipment. He told us to stay in the car. I wanted to see my mom, but I know he never wanted us to see her like that. I didn’t know what to feel. I was having high anxiety levels that my stomach is churning and I wanted to vomit. I got off the car and entered the health center to find the restroom. When I was finding my way around, I passed by the emergency room. I saw my mother lying in a foldable bed, lifeless, her hands dangling from the side of the bed, she has violet bruises on her skin, and her body was partially covered with a white towel.

That is when it sunk into me that she’s dead and never coming back. My father asked the others to just commute back to Manila because what we need right now is comfort from our family. The drive back home was one of the most painful memory I had as a kid. My father was in the steering wheel crying his eyes out. We drove from Bataan to Pampanga. We went home to my grandmother’s house, the nearest house that we can call “home” because how are we still going to be “home” without her?

Once we reached Pampanga, we stopped over to the gas station and my father made some calls to our loved ones to tell them that my mother passed away. He then called my aunt to help him arrange for the funeral. We got home and my grandmother hugged us and told us to get some rest. Already tired of crying, I went to sleep for a while. I woke up and for a second, I thought everything that happened the other day was all just a dream. That she was there in Manila, sitting on the couch reading some furniture magazine, waiting for us to go home. But that’s how cruel life is, right? I got up and weirdly, I felt sands in the bed. It was gray, just like the ones on the beach. I thought maybe it was just dirt but it was a fair amount to believe that maybe she visited us before she left. - ?

- The part of how I conquered the grief of her passing is shared in my personal blog. I felt the need to share my story with everyone since she's the woman I look up to. Feel free to visit my personal blog too when you have the time. I love writing my stories. Thank You! link: http://qkathreece.wixsite.com/kathreecequizon/post/breaking-waves

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