“We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for” -John Keating, Dead Poets Society
HUMSS, a strand wherein people who take such, digests judgement from the society because we’re “financially incompetent” when it comes to future jobs. A strand wherein aspiring professionals, like us, gets belittled and undermined by some due to the absence of science and mathematics on our subject units. A strand wherein you’ll see the exuberance beneath the mere conclusions of our society.
But this blog post isn’t just about the strand, HUMSS, but to those people who’ve accompanied me for the last 10 months, my unnies and oppas, HUMSS 11-3.
“KAP EJEJ AK MAMSHIECAKEYNAKSHIEWAKANEKIWHOWHO” “KUNG SINONG MALELATE JAN AH BAYAD PISO PER MINUTE WAG MUNA TABUNAN” “WAG MONG PANSININ YAN” “THIS IS MY FIGHT SONG” “MAMATAY KA SA INGGIT” “IM LIKE TT JUST LIKE TT” “FATIGUE AND LONELINESS” “ESSAY PA MORE HUMSS KA PA AH”
Those are just the few lines we’ve shared over the course of our Grade 11 life. It showed how vulgar, loud, boisterous, and dedicated we are on our strand. The said utterances weren’t just the thing we’ve parted as we measure the trajectory path of our careers. We’ve shared countless amount of sleepovers *coughs* electric fan *coughs*, battled a 500-word essay to be passed half an hour later, stumbled our way in into jeepneys and UV vehicles whilst bringing cases of RC sodas, slept through classes just because…, danced the frick out of ourselves only knowing we lost (BUT SERIOUSLY WE’RE WINNERS I LOVE YOU ALL), shot different short films and laughed together after pausing every ugly moment of a character, interviewed a schizophrenic person, students with a broken family, prostitutes, jejes (You guys could actually interview your co-members LOL KIDDING), and OPPAS to complete our researchs, and there our loads of memories I can’t type anymore.
There are times wherein remorse just hit room 405. When we measured the abilities and attendance of our fellow classmates because we were wretched on our grades. When a group friendly competition turned into a silent yet vicious rites. When a treacherous sexual identity confusion muffled the corners of our room. When our enraged adviser called us out for a reason. But it didn’t trimmed us as a section, maybe it did yet it was for a reason.
Sad moments came but happiness, laughter, and filial love didn’t leave us. We’ve scared each other’s sanity while doing props. We’ve eaten sisig together while making banters out of Pinoy celebrities. We’ve worshipped Him and bought japanese items. We’ve ridden boats as the sun sets its lapse. We’ve shot frames of movie at 4am. We’ve flipped letters of every words, leaving confusions out of everyone’s faces. We’ve practiced choreographies of K-POP Groups, ending with Energy Gap tune. And that’s just a portion of 10 months of pranks and screams.
It just sinked in to me that we’re all going to part ways. I mean, we still share the same university but the 4 corners of love and jokes will never be the same again. Some of us will pursue Psychology and I know you will all be great doctors and psychiatrists because you’ve showed me that eventhough we were marginalized as a HUMSS taker, you can work well with people. Criminology for most of the boys, and I’m all proud of you. For my aspiring Communications Artists, I am indeed confident that I’ll soon see your credentials on famous publications and networks. For some of us who won’t be continuing HUMSS anymore, strive to be the best but it is okay to fail. You’ve accomplished more than the best on this strand.
Okay, but for real. I am scared of progressing to Grade 12 because you’ve all set a bar for me. There will always be a place on my heart for all you, my Artistahin ates and kuyas. I’ll surely miss every singles meme faces you have, queens and kings of troll looks!
Love, Dash Three’s Bunso, Dannysus.
P.S. I am still confused to pick a stand. Whether to choose Psychology, CommArts, Criminal Law, or Linguistics? Help me!