How time flies! The end of the second term is finally getting nearer by the day and many are looking forward to get a long deserving break this Christmas so that by January 7, we could all look forward to the impending arrival of the third and final term of the school. Unfortunately for this writer, it also means that it’s going to be the end of the block section that unlike any other: DV1.

    We’ve been through a lot for the past seven months. I could still remember when we had our first fateful meeting as a section way back in May 23, a Wednesday. We don’t know each other except for those who came from the same school, particularly Tina, Jico, Gilbert, Alyssa, Czarlene who all came from CSA. Sheena came from Kuwait, Geric and Joaqui are from Iloilo, while Ferdie and company from the south. Marlon, and I came from schools administered by the same congregation of sisters but there was this time that I unknowingly took a shot of him during the DAOP Palad last February.

    We were all quiet. Not a word coming from our mouths. It was only through the Fab 4: Kath, JV, Reybop, and Blue that we were able to form an initial bond as a class. Later on, we became noisy children, talking and talking, sharing thoughts, sharing pain, sharing laughter, and sharing anything less than perfect. I still remember, I became class rep all because of Ferdie. Sir Gepsych was asking then who was our class rep, Ferdie raised his hand and pointed at me, waghhh! I also remember Gilbert’s grand entrance on the first day of class. He was late and it was from him that made us very lively throughout the lifespan of the block section. No doubt about it.

    I also remember how Sheena popularized the word “Brinjal”. I don’t know what happend exactly but it was during Filip11 that Brinjal became a byword in DV1. First bonding time was during our very first Ordev event, the Frosh Night while the teacher “most disliked” was Sir Natsca (why so? Hmmm..).

    There wer times that our differences had ovecome us, such when there was a heated online war of words between this writer and two other people, indiretly hitting Sheena and company. there weren’t exactly any straight-at-the-face apologies but the friction is still there. I’m already keeping my mouth zipped to the two of them so as to not ignite another war except if I have to (like asking for paper or anything else). The consequence perhaps is the treatment whcih is downright downright (can’t say exaclty), but I’ll let things cool off for now.

    Formation of groups have caused division within the section, like a sort of iron curtain but still bound of being a block. There’s the group of Ferdie and friends (at the west side), the group of Hoogie and company (Northwest), the Brinjals (East), the three Gals (between hoogie and company and Ferdie and friends), and the others at the back. I’ve also noticed the rise, fall and formation of relationships (no need to elaborate), as well as the clash of culture of who knows and who doesn’t.

    It’s kind of sad really that we have to part ways so soon, I mean, the block have been in existence for two/thirds of the entire school year and it’ll all be disappeared like that. That’s college all right, but if I have my way,  there ought to be a system to let us stay together, but that’d be impossible.

    Thanks DV1 for giving me and the rest of us the best 7 motnhs we have as college students. Even if you’re gone, the feeling is still there. For we believe that no other section is nothing like DV1 for DV1 IS UNLIKE ANY OTHER. Because if we are, then that is soooo fetch!