Here is the dreamer. One who created and played with the pen and the keys of a world soon unmade. She remembers the wind, water, earth and flame. She loved even shadows but knew naught of hate. With a heart too soft and a strength unseen, she loved the world and she lived a dream.

Monday, June 6, 2011

Summersplash Challenge

112. One of the first challenges of your new reign as mayor was securing a hut for our class for a summersplash outing at Canonoy beach resort during our second year. You attended the meeting and got the number of the hut which was randomly assigned to us through the fishbowl method. It was a very lucky thing because there were only limited huts and those who weren't lucky had to fend for themselves from the elements. We thought everything well and good but come the day of the event, we discovered that another class had stolen the hut from under our noses. It was drizzling that day and when we approached our hut we were shocked to find another class occupying it, hanging their stuff all over and stepping on the benches to avoid the wet floor, that would soon be flooding because the rains were becoming heavier. You sought out the other class' president and as you two were arguing, it was lucky that the school council intervened so it did not escalate into a brawl just for a hut that was in a dire condition, but rightfully belonged to us. As the invading class packed up their stuff and we moved in, we looked on the bright side of things because other sections were worst off. We laughed that it was indeed a summersplash because it was cold and rainy. Despite it all, we enjoyed ourselves and the food we brought. The bottle of bagoong you brought along was thoroughly enjoyed with green mangoes and practically devoured by one of our classmates. We had fun at the beach and went swimming though it was freezing. Others participated in the programs, others went skimboarding and others threw water balloons at unsuspecting victims. I was happy because I was with you. It was one of the first times we were at the beach together. I took a lot of pictures and treasured the one where you were hugging me tightly, in spite of our wet clothes.

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