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Me, Dana Batnag, a former professor, Joyce, and Tina.

Last Saturday, January 14, was a chance to go back to my college, the College of Mass Communications (CMC). It was a reunion of some sort, in preparation for the college's 40th anniversary in 2007.

It's headlined "Tawag Ka Ni Aling Suming!". This proved to be quite effective, at least to those of us who knew about the event and attended it. How could we refuse her?

But, as it turned out, Aling Suming was not there. But there was a short video clip of her message. The event was, at best, nostalgic. I don't think there's ever one masscomm student without an anecdote about Aling Sums. Mine was when I called her way past office hours and at home to check on my average, if it made the laude cut (which it did). To me, it showed her dedication and devotion to the students of the college, to which we are forever grateful.

T.P., a fellow alumni, related how she would remind her of her P.E. subject. L.A., even said, Aling Suming knew of that time when she broke up with her b.f. at that time, D.B., who was also with us during the homecoming.

But seeing Aling Suming again was a bonus. The homecoming was a (literal) trip to memory lane and a chance to relive our days of decadence back when.





P.C., D.B., and L.A. each won a bottle of red wine during the raffle. D.B. thought it would be nice to drink them in the premises of the college. So we did along with O.C.

After dinner at Treehouse at the ISSI, we trooped to the college once again, at around 7 p.m. or 8 p.m. P.C was able to borrow a glass from no less the admin office (a consent to the act, obviously, hehehehe). Music was provided by D.B. via his laptop.

All of us are working in the same station so we seized the time to catch up on the latest what-have-yous.





Between shots (yeah, we had to pass the lone glass around) of red wine, were anecdotes about the college, former professors, and work. It was a good experience to unwind, to find one's bearing again, to be reminded of where we all came from.

It was like returning home. In our life journeys, it's easy to lose sight of what we really had wanted. To lose sight of the ultimate dreams of our lives. It's easier still to be sidetracked, to lose courage, to surrender.

Home, in whatever form or denomination, always reminds us of who we are, and what we are capable of.