I just came from my high school's alumni homecoming. It was fun but sad at the same time, walking through the halls where you once ran around, sit on the chairs that you used to copy notes with, and look at the same sights that only a student from that school could appreciate. St. James college of Paranaque is not a perfect school. The walls are cracked, the chairs are broken, there are even holes on the chalk board. The building are not even finished. But the memories I have formed with the people I call friends can never be replaced. The ugly landscapes becomes walls filled with montages of my childhood that I know will never comeback once my school has been demolished.
St. James Paranaque, the memories I have in your protective walls will forever stay in my heart and soul till the day I die.
O hail, hail, hail to thee
Our dearest patron saint
St. James, our Alma Mater
Life and love for you.
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