Class Reunions
Our law school batch is celebrating its 30th anniversary and we will be among those to be honored in the law alumni homecoming slated before year-end. We had one get-together organized in the previous October, but we met again just recently to attend a thanksgiving dinner hosted by a classmate who was appointed as Court Administrator of the Philippine Supreme Court.
Reunions are experiences of true joy. Seeing again our classmates, especially those with whom we had no contact anymore after our oath-taking as lawyers, simply expands the heart. Around twenty-three out of forty plus total from our class were present, which was a good show-up. The youthful faces from many of us are gone, quite obviously, the inexorable toll of aging now more prominent from the receding hairlines, craggy faces and larger girths. But others have somehow managed admirably to retain their vigour.
Beyond the external looks, the passing years had not erased the trademark characters, the humorous memories, the pompous boasts. One classmate we always called by his moniker “plantsado” (perfect like well-pressed clothes) which was his ready reply whenever asked how he did in class exams. One law professor predicted that another classmate could make it as a good actor with his looks but never as a lawyer with his consistently bungling answers in class recitation (he passed the Bar in one take). Recycled old jokes still sparked laughter, nuggets of anecdotes shared, drinking escapades relived, and ribbings mercilessly exchanged.
The get-together transported us back to the old days, and we became thirty years younger, full of life, still dreaming big dreams. Our group broke up late at night, long after many of our host classmate’s other guests had left. A few regrouped at another place, wanting to stretch the fun some more. The following morning I woke up feeling light and great. What a feeling, the upbeat lyrics of a song flashed back to me.
Class reunions should beat some of the medicines we are taking to slow down the effects of aging.
Reunions are experiences of true joy. Seeing again our classmates, especially those with whom we had no contact anymore after our oath-taking as lawyers, simply expands the heart. Around twenty-three out of forty plus total from our class were present, which was a good show-up. The youthful faces from many of us are gone, quite obviously, the inexorable toll of aging now more prominent from the receding hairlines, craggy faces and larger girths. But others have somehow managed admirably to retain their vigour.
Beyond the external looks, the passing years had not erased the trademark characters, the humorous memories, the pompous boasts. One classmate we always called by his moniker “plantsado” (perfect like well-pressed clothes) which was his ready reply whenever asked how he did in class exams. One law professor predicted that another classmate could make it as a good actor with his looks but never as a lawyer with his consistently bungling answers in class recitation (he passed the Bar in one take). Recycled old jokes still sparked laughter, nuggets of anecdotes shared, drinking escapades relived, and ribbings mercilessly exchanged.
The get-together transported us back to the old days, and we became thirty years younger, full of life, still dreaming big dreams. Our group broke up late at night, long after many of our host classmate’s other guests had left. A few regrouped at another place, wanting to stretch the fun some more. The following morning I woke up feeling light and great. What a feeling, the upbeat lyrics of a song flashed back to me.
Class reunions should beat some of the medicines we are taking to slow down the effects of aging.
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