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Saturday, July 24, 2021

Fearless Nationalist I am!

Call me a freak, I won’t mind because I probably am. I can be a nonconformist to a certain degree as long as I don’t violate rights of others.

What gave me that freedom happened when I was in high school.

Our school like any, held the National Anthem (๐™‡๐™ช๐™ฅ๐™–๐™ฃ๐™œ ๐™ƒ๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™ž๐™ง๐™–๐™ฃ๐™œ) and the Patriotic Oath (๐™‹๐™–๐™ฃ๐™–๐™ฉ๐™–๐™ฃ๐™œ ๐™ˆ๐™–๐™ ๐™–๐™—๐™–๐™ฎ๐™–๐™ฃ) every Monday morning in the open area/playground fronting the main building. A student, usually a senior was assigned to lead the latter after the anthem was played over the PA. One fateful Monday was mine.

The usual manner by which the Oath was led and recited was a line at a time:

Lead: ๐˜—๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜”๐˜ข๐˜ฌ๐˜ข๐˜ฃ๐˜ข๐˜บ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ

Students: ๐˜—๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜”๐˜ข๐˜ฌ๐˜ข๐˜ฃ๐˜ข๐˜บ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ

L: ๐˜๐˜ฏ๐˜ช๐˜ช๐˜ฃ๐˜ช๐˜จ ๐˜ฌ๐˜ฐ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜—๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฑ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ข๐˜ด

S: ๐˜๐˜ฏ๐˜ช๐˜ช๐˜ฃ๐˜ช๐˜จ ๐˜ฌ๐˜ฐ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜—๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฑ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ข๐˜ด

L: ๐˜๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ข๐˜ฌ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜ฉ๐˜ช

S: ๐˜๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ข๐˜ฌ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜ฉ๐˜ช

…and so on.

My version was different. While I kept the first line the same, the rest I delivered like only a fearless loony would do:

Me: ๐˜๐˜ฏ๐˜ช๐˜ช๐˜ฃ๐˜ช๐˜จ ๐˜ฌ๐˜ฐ!

S: ๐˜๐˜ฏ๐˜ช๐˜ช๐˜ฃ๐˜ช๐˜จ ๐˜ฌ๐˜ฐ!

Me: …๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜—๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฑ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ข๐˜ด!

S: …๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜—๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฑ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ข๐˜ด!

Me: ๐˜๐˜ต๐˜ฐ!

S:๐˜๐˜ต๐˜ฐ!

Me: …๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ!

S: …๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ!

Me: …๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ข๐˜ฌ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜ฉ๐˜ช!

S: …๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ข๐˜ฌ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜ฉ๐˜ช!

The entire school was laughing, although remained faithful to the Oath by repeating every word and phrase I uttered with the flagpole behind me. I kept a serious face all throughout.

At the end of the Oath ’performance,’ while acknowledging the accolade given by the students and teachers, there was one person whose reaction I was a bit wary of -the principal. I still remember her name, Mrs. Maura B. Peรฑa. I scanned the area amidst a field of white uniforms thinning as the crowd headed towards their respective first period classes which was then already delayed. And there she was, nonchalantly kicking pebbles with her leather shoes. Her stoic face tells me that none from my bloodline will be summoned to her office. Her reaction or the absence of it, secured my future as a bald comedian.

"If you don’t take a chance, you won’t stand a chance."

Cheers! #MyCafeNotes

3 comments:

  1. I wonder if any of my classmates remember this. Hindi pa naman tayo ulyanin, dba classmates?

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  2. Nice... one... bro

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  3. absent ku yata cmate

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