Thursday, January 10, 2008
Class 2006 Our Story? (The Immaculate Years) part 1
FIRST CLASS YEAR
(The Immaculate Years)
(The Immaculate Years)
The Sultry Zambalenean wind blew smoothly through the newly sprouted green leaves in the Academy. Young and full of vigor, we came back to continue our education and the training we once left.
The good old days flashed back before us. what we once experienced as juniors now constitute a strong and mighty immaculate.
During our days as underclassmen, we found it very scary to go back to PMMA; but the day, with all the enthusiasm and delight in our hands, we couldn't wait to see the august hall of our institution, as Kings, though not clad in royal robes nor crowns but with the highest respect from the underclassmen, for now we are the supreme ruler of the Corps.
This time we are now the "Kings of the Barracks" - a dream that was once enjoyed only in fancies was now a sweet reality, Being a firstie was each plebe's dream, thirdclassmen's fantasy, and a secondclassmen's wonder. As the highest member of the regiment, unthinkable reporting and compliances are replaced by duties and responsibilities.
Changes in the system made it hard for some to go with the flow. Many had been denied the continuing of their training due to violations of new rules and regulations which were diligently enforced. Nothing is constant though the edge was rough; we merged ourselves in the transition process for the betterment of the corps, for our future and for the future generations of PMMA'ers to come.
to be continue....
The good old days flashed back before us. what we once experienced as juniors now constitute a strong and mighty immaculate.
During our days as underclassmen, we found it very scary to go back to PMMA; but the day, with all the enthusiasm and delight in our hands, we couldn't wait to see the august hall of our institution, as Kings, though not clad in royal robes nor crowns but with the highest respect from the underclassmen, for now we are the supreme ruler of the Corps.
This time we are now the "Kings of the Barracks" - a dream that was once enjoyed only in fancies was now a sweet reality, Being a firstie was each plebe's dream, thirdclassmen's fantasy, and a secondclassmen's wonder. As the highest member of the regiment, unthinkable reporting and compliances are replaced by duties and responsibilities.Changes in the system made it hard for some to go with the flow. Many had been denied the continuing of their training due to violations of new rules and regulations which were diligently enforced. Nothing is constant though the edge was rough; we merged ourselves in the transition process for the betterment of the corps, for our future and for the future generations of PMMA'ers to come.
to be continue....
