
A friend of mine from elementary school took a picture of the Fr. Ghisleen de Vos lobby of Saint Louis University Laboratory Elementary School. In a few weeks, we’ll be having our grand reunion, and I’m sure my batchmates have a good memory of this place. During recess time, my classmates sat by the corridors playing jacks. The floor of the lobby was a place for patintero, Touch-the-Body, and Cops and Robbers. For many of them, this was the place that elementary school memories are made of.
Save for Recognition Week, skits, First Friday Mass, and plays, I don’t have a fond memory of this place at all. I wasn’t allowed here. To go home or out to lunch, I had to take the other way out: down the stairwells at the far end, and into General Luna, hail the jeepney, and realize at a young age that I’m missing playtime and I’m not making friends. No, none at all; my best memories of this place is Mr. Kitma with his wooden meterstick, Mrs. Mendoza with her file folders, and a very vague memory of me playing a one-man version of “The Shoemaker and the Elves.”



