High School Funny Memories - Alone in Private

Being alone in the Seminary’s infirmary makes me feel dizzy. So I grabb some copies of my FHM mag to make myslf busy. There I was reading and my thoughts were flying when our Formator of the Seminary come to visit. I thought I would be kicked-out or suspended for that act. Luckily I was not. He left me no word but took all my copies of the said mag. Couple of days later when I recovered from my fever, I have come to pass by in his office and notice he was so busy at something. I came to find out that he was reading the FHM he confiscated from me. Haiz! If he just asked me that time at the infirmary, I would have shared all my collections with him. I never thought would he like to do it alone in private! ha, ha!

High School Funny Memories - Biology Class

It was our biology class with our teacher, Ms. Gloria, during second year high school when Mr. Frances Franzuela shouted with a loud voice of trash. Everyone was puzzled by the trash words he shouted. He went to the teachers table to complain.
“Ma’am, there’s a mess on my study table!!” he complained.
“What mess?” our teacher asked puzzled. For there was no garbage or any writing on his study table.
“I do not know ma’am. But the smell is familiar.” He said.
All of us in the class approached his study table to find out what mess was he saying about. We laughed out hard upon knowing what mess was he meant. Then one of my classmate said teasing him.
“Maybe it was done by one of your fans whose madly in love with you! Ha, ha” Mr. Apilado said.
“Yes, we saw your dying hard admirer last night do the did.” Mr. Guino and Mr. Contado added.
All of us were laughing then but our teacher still did not know what it was all about. She got near the study table of Mr. Franzuela and touched the liquid thing scattered along the study table then put it near on her nose to smell.
“Smells like Chlorine. Acidic thing.” Our teacher said.
“Yes ma’am, that’s why it smells familiar.” he said embarrassed.
Our teacher then understands what Mr. Franzuela meant by saying ‘mess.’
She laughed. Then all of us were teasing Mr. Franzuela. It was a funny start of class indeed. She continued our lesson though we were still laughing and finding answers who did that ‘mess thing’ on our classmate’s study table. Until now, none of us know who that moron was.

Our topic was about reproductive organs and by an example our teacher pointed out a quote from the bible.
“Man must not waste his seed upon the ground!”

High School Funny Memories - Bening Especial

One of the most favourite foods of the seminarians was the “Bening” especial. This menu was served during breakfast. There was a story about this food which makes it really special. It happened a long time ago when a seminarian saw the event on which the cook, Mr. Bening, was cooking the said food.

It was dawn and the fog was all over the seminary’s kitchen, when the cook Mr. Bening was cooking the menu for breakfast. He just woke up earlier, and of course, as expected, he didn’t wash his face and other parts of his body. The sweat of his body was falling into the grilled pork he was mixing. His nails were dirty and still he was using it to mix the grilled food. He was kind of sick that time and all the dirt were mixing in the food without him noticing it.

I do not know if this was true but a seminarian could testify that the said event was true. He said he saw everything. Then that day, this story spread. No one eat the grilled food that was served that breakfast. Knowing it was dirty as the story was told, you would not have the appetite to eat the said food. The kitchen personnel complain why there was so many left over and why no one had eaten the menu for breakfast. But no one told the story of what had happened earlier when a seminarian saw how it was cooked by Mr. Bening. That time on, when this kind of menu was served, no one would give a damn on eating it. Instead, seminarians would cook pancit canton or eat canned goods for breakfast.

In my years in the seminary, I wonder why this story is told to the freshmen. Maybe they are the only ones who do not know about how the food was served? Or maybe there was a secret behind the story? How about in your time, were you informed by the same story about the food? Or the food no longer exist because of so many left over, this menu was no longer served? Funny thing. . .

In my experience, I can say that there is a secret behind the story. It was when I saw Mr. Pading eating all the unused food. I was a freshman then. He was in the side of the canteen where no one can see him. Then I asked, was this story told for the benefit of the higher years? So that the freshmen could buy canned goods or any other food that the seniors may asked of them? Or maybe they can eat the food alone?

One look, and knowing the story, you may say that the food was yucky. . .but if you will taste it, you can say it is yummy! Well, your choice. Ha, ha!

High School Funny Memories - Bulagaan

Remember the game ‘Bulagaan’ where a “knock-knock” is given then asked “who’s there?” this story is like it.

We were all so busy finishing our requirements in Araling Panlipunan. We almost consume our study hour of our study period just to finish our project. We missed the deadline of submission that day. Since our teacher was staying on our school, we plead her if we could just submit during the night. She gave us a chance with conformity that we would submit it right away or else she would no longer accept if late.

That night, during study period, our classmates Mr. Yodico wanted to submit his project. He went up stairs slowly to avoid the noise caused by the wooden floor. He knocked the door and he entered in the bed room. There was no one inside the room. He wondered who let him in. But then Mr. Yodico, thinking of nothing but to be able to submit his project, sat at the chair on the working table. A cell phone rang. There was a text message. (Other ex-seminarian told me that he used the cell phone to text his friends outside the school. Using a cell phone inside the school is a great offence). Suddenly he heard footsteps coming. Afraid to be caught of what he had done, he hid under the bed of our teacher. Then our teacher Ms. Judith, after some time, felt that she was not alone in the room, someone was watching her. To prove that her feeling was right, he saw Mr. Yodico under the bed, but she did not know it was Mr. Yodico but thought as something like scary creatures. Thinking like that, she then screams as hardly as she could and then ran outside the room call for help. She was very scared and shaking when she told our Rector about what had happened.

After study period, before night praise, Mr. Yodico was called to our Rector’s office. The story spread that almost all the seminarians knew about the event. He was asked. . .
“Why did you enter the room?” asked our rector.
“I was supposed to submit our project in Araling Panlipunan.” answered Mr. Yodico scared with shaking voice.
“No one was inside the room, but still you entered, why?” asked our rector for a second time.
Then Mr. Yodico explained everything what had happened. From the time he went to the room and knocked.
“I knock the door, ‘knock-knock,’ then someone said ‘come in,’ that is why I entered the room thinking it was our teacher who let me in. But then waiting for so long, I roam around and noticed that it was only me who was inside the room. But still I have waited. Then I heard a cell phone rang, I used the cell phone to see the message. . .”
“You used a cell phone?!” our rector said with a loud voice. “you know that using a cell phone is not allowed inside the school. Specially, that cell phone was not even yours; it was your teachers’. Mr. Yodico, why did you do that? And the voice whom you said says ‘come in,’ who do you think was that? A ghost?
“I do not know father, but I really heard someone says ‘come in’ that is why went inside the room. If I didn’t hear someone, I won’t be coming in.” explained Mr. Yodico.
“Okay, tomorrow, I will call your parents and let them come. I will talk to them and of course, to you as well.” said our rector.

I never heard a thing after that meeting. I tried to ask the higher years but they also do not know what had happened and what the consequences are.

Later that night after study period, during night praise and even after, we were all talking about the thing Mr. Yodico had done and most especially about the anonymous voice that were heard saying ‘come in!’ we were asking who would that be. We were also scared maybe it was truly a ghost something like that. Anyone may really think that it was a ghost by just looking at the old view of the school. Like a haunted house. But to make the scary part away, the higher years invented a game like the Bulagaan does. But instead of saying “who’s there?” we rather say “come in!” ha, ha!

“KNOCK, KNOCK!!!?”
“COME IN!!!!” ha, ha, ha, ha!

High School Funny Memories - Study Period

When we were second year high school, during study period, it was the time when we started collecting FHM’s and other stuffs. One of my classmates, Mr. Franzuela, has a unique collection which our school would not tolerate. But of course, he was good in hiding things which we, his classmates do not even know. We just came in a surprise when the time comes to reveal what he was hiding.
It was late at night before our study period ends when he revealed some of his collections a playboy mag. Of course, he passed it all to the class for us to see and read. I didn’t mind the thing of course for I was busy reading my FHM. Then I heard some footsteps approaching on our classroom. I know it was our prefect of discipline. I remain silent.
Not hearing the footstep that was coming, Mr. Capito, Mr. Caandoy, Mr. Contado, Mr. Abella, and of course, Mr. Franzuela were busy reading the said stuff. They were reading it aloud so that all of us could hear what they were reading. Our prefect of discipline on the other hand use the back door of the classroom to enter our study room, which is the second year classroom then, that’s why we were not able to notice his arrival.
“Silence please!” shouted our class beadle Mr. Quinto. “Magnum Silentium!”
But still some would continue making noise.
Our prefect of discipline stood at the back of us just looking what was happening around why everyone would ignore our beadle. Then one thing caught his attention, the thing that the five people were reading. He approached Mr. Franzuela, stood at his back without a noise, look at the thing Mr. Franzuela was reading without Mr. Franzuela noticing it while the other classmates begun to silence for they saw our prefect at the back of us.
“What’s that?” asked our prefect.
Mr. Franzuela didn’t mind our prefect but share and give space on the side of his chair to be seated upon. He does not know it was our prefect.
“Here, seat and read!” complain Mr. Franzuela for he didn’t want to be disturbed.
Then all of us laugh for what we heard. Then Mr. Franzuela noticed it was the prefect of discipline. He turned pale and can’t say a word. Our prefect was standing still. Then he called the attention of the other four people who were reading the same stuff.
“See you on my office after night praise!” our prefect said calmly.
All of remain silent for we do not know what consequences awaits for the five people or maybe for the whole class. The bell rang for night praise. The five people, whom we called “porno boys” of our batch, were preparing what to say. Then the night was over, we hadn’t heard a word from them.
The next day, after recreation time, our school was cleaned. Then we have known that this was the result of being a porno boys, transformed to being “industrious????!” ha, ha.
Months and days passed, I never noticed any same did again. But guess what? Someone entered the computer lab through the window to watch videos. And what kind of video was that? See you next story . . . ha, ha!