Visiting Malate Catholic School (MCS) was one of the highlights from my trip. It was ultra nostalgic. It was the Elementary (Grade) School I attended in Manila from first through fifth grade before I migrated to the US in 1997.
One of my core memories growing up in Philippines is commuting to MCS with my Dad during my last 2-3 years of living there. The bus ride to MCS was about one hour from Las Piñas where we used to live. I always took the opportunity to nap on the bus since we had to be up so early at 5am everyday. Class started at 7:30am so we had to be out of the house by 6am. My dad was an admin at a law office in Remedios, 5-15 minutes from the school. He would take the taxi or jeepney to work after our bus ride and from there I would go to school.
My dad just told me recently that he used to get upset because my unform would be so dirty when he picked me up. That's because I would play an intense game of tag on the campus halls with my classmates during lunch break. I mean what else do you expect from a 9 year old?
