down memory lane

Sometimes, I wonder where the hell did all my memories go.
I mean, I don't remember anything when I was a child, except I studied at this elite school. Was fetched by a school bus and had a best friend named Rosette.
I don't even remember how she looks like.
All I remember about that school was, we had this farm where there was a lot of bunny poop inside as there were bunnies running around everywhere.
And we can only use the pool after some major exams, which means twice every semester. Lol.
We musn't run in the corridor, and when I say musn't. They mean MUST NOT.
I remember once, I was caught screaming (in tagalog) while running along the corridors.
I think I was given F for my conduct.
Suck.

Then after two years, I transferred school.
Everything changed, the behavior of the students, the corridors.
Especially the walls, there weren't any "Please talk in English" and "Please don't run along the corridors" posted on them.
No more school bus, no more Rosette.

I came to this school, Philippine's oldest girl's school.
Colegio De Santa Isabel or in English, Santa Isabel College.
It was weird, very weird for a young transferee like me.
This girls' school suddenly became co-ed after sometime, as there was an epidemic of homosexuals.
Whatever.
Then I found new set of weird friends who has a trend of asking their new classmates about their birthday.
I don't know, when it was my first day almost half of the class asked me. "When's your birthday?"
Then me being a very patient girl and since I was new, I'd say patiently.."May 17".
I was one of the youngest in the class, and whenever they talk about who's the oldest and whatever, I always lose. -.-
Grade 4 (Primary 4) everything was awful, I didn't pay real attention to my studies.
My 90s went down to 70s.
There were not much stuffs interesting about my primary life.
It's just funny to think that once I didn't know how to say bad words and I ever believed that sticking out your tongue is rude. And I mean real rude.
That whenever I say stupid I'd get scared whether my brother would tell our mother or what.

Then I transferred in Chestnut Drive everything was different.
REALLY DIFFERENT.
It was far away from Seton(my first school) or Santa Isabel.
Everybody says bad words, without doubt.
It was normal, and no such things as offense whenever you say fuck and so on and so forth.
Then I learned to say bad words.
Lol.
It's funny for me.
Damn.
From a well behaved girl to this.
I can't even remember me being a well behaved girl.
Lol.
Whatever.

Your MissBehaved girl
Angelika