Comments on: A comment to a graffiti http://sja82.wordpress.com/2008/09/21/a-comment-to-a-graffiti/ Touchstone for Batch 1982 Mon, 12 Oct 2009 00:04:01 +0000 http://wordpress.com/ hourly 1 By: James Menez ['76] http://sja82.wordpress.com/2008/09/21/a-comment-to-a-graffiti/#comment-178 James Menez ['76] Thu, 09 Oct 2008 03:20:53 +0000 http://sja82.wordpress.com/?p=141#comment-178 <blockquote>My Fellow St. Johnites, From time to time, I’ve visited and enjoyed your Batch ’82 site and must say that you’ve brought a tremendous sense of entertainment to old farts like me who view your service with pride. Simply browsing has made the loneliness of distance from home easier to bear. Nevertheless, I’m envious of the brotherhood that I miss so dearly having been on self exile since 1980. Nothing can replace the bond that SJA offers, deeply imbedded in the mind and soul, an experience of hard-earned pain, a burst of laughter, the silliness of youth, a drunken memory of the best of times! Yes, we all have them and in our golden years, we long to share and look back to the years that made a difference to what we are now. I earned my loyalty pin being educated in SJA all my darn youth and proud of it…I just wish my mentors could say the same thing about me! But like most of the crowd, I struggled with the high standards SJA had to offer, a testament that we experienced a great place to be educated in. We should be thankful for the likes of Mrs. Gil Sr.’s English Class, Mrs. Zorilla’s “third eye” (she caught me cheating in Character Ed…an oxymoron!), Mr. Javier’s clanking shoes, even Mr. Bumatay’s prowess for vocational perfection! Now that I have kids of my own, I still look back to the lessons learned from years passed and proud to say that I have spawned brainiacs of my own. Thanks to those unyielding, tireless teachers that put value into this little head I have. To those that rant outrageously,… rant on my friends…it adds comedic value to those of us who laugh so hard in pity that you have not seen the goodness, the glitter, the Godly hand that touched most of us in the most precious moments in our youth. There’s room for everyone’s mindset. Mine, I choose to savor the SJA experience as a taste of aged wine best suited for those who value the excellence, not the alcohol…well, maybe the alcohol too but that’s for another blog in the future. Thanks again for the opportunity to visit.</blockquote> James Menez (batch ’76) <em>Ps. Baday, you were like 3 inches tall when I last saw you!</em>

My Fellow St. Johnites,

From time to time, I’ve visited and enjoyed your Batch ’82 site and must say that you’ve brought a tremendous sense of entertainment to old farts like me who view your service with pride. Simply browsing has made the loneliness of distance from home easier to bear. Nevertheless, I’m envious of the brotherhood that I miss so dearly having been on self exile since 1980. Nothing can replace the bond that SJA offers, deeply imbedded in the mind and soul, an experience of hard-earned pain, a burst of laughter, the silliness of youth, a drunken memory of the best of times! Yes, we all have them and in our golden years, we long to share and look back to the years that made a difference to what we are now.

I earned my loyalty pin being educated in SJA all my darn youth and proud of it…I just wish my mentors could say the same thing about me! But like most of the crowd, I struggled with the high standards SJA had to offer, a testament that we experienced a great place to be educated in. We should be thankful for the likes of Mrs. Gil Sr.’s English Class, Mrs. Zorilla’s “third eye” (she caught me cheating in Character Ed…an oxymoron!), Mr. Javier’s clanking shoes, even Mr. Bumatay’s prowess for vocational perfection! Now that I have kids of my own, I still look back to the lessons learned from years passed and proud to say that I have spawned brainiacs of my own. Thanks to those unyielding, tireless teachers that put value into this little head I have.

To those that rant outrageously,… rant on my friends…it adds comedic value to those of us who laugh so hard in pity that you have not seen the goodness, the glitter, the Godly hand that touched most of us in the most precious moments in our youth. There’s room for everyone’s mindset. Mine, I choose to savor the SJA experience as a taste of aged wine best suited for those who value the excellence, not the alcohol…well, maybe the alcohol too but that’s for another blog in the future.

Thanks again for the opportunity to visit.

James Menez (batch ’76)

Ps. Baday, you were like 3 inches tall when I last saw you!

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