17/06/2026
This was me in high school.
A 12-year-old kid from Davao who suddenly found himself studying at Manila High School in Intramuros.
And before I continue, let me remind the younger generation:
Welcome to 1999.
No Facebook.
No TikTok.
No smartphones.
No group chats.
If somebody wanted to insult you, they had to do it face-to-face.
And trust me, my classmates were more than willing to make the effort.
Moving from Mindanao to Manila at that age wasn't easy.
From "bulad" nga lami kaayo to "daing" nga wa jud ko kasabot unsay lasa.
From speaking Bisaya every day to trying my best not to sound like I just arrived from another island.
Did it work?
Of course not.
My accent was very thick!
And since teenagers can smell a different accent faster than sharks can smell blood, I immediately became a target.
I was the new kid.
I was from Mindanao, and some people seemed to think the entire island was just Mt. Apo.
Some of them were shocked to learn that we actually had a TV at home.
I had a thick Bisaya accent.
And I was only 12 years old.
Perfect combination.
Was I bullied?
Of course.
But did I allow myself to be bullied?
Absolutely not.
I am from Mindanao.
Davaoeรฑa akong mama, Waray akong papa! Boholano akong Lolo ug Lola.
We don't surrender that easily.
Let's just say I learned very quickly how to defend myself.
Now, before you think I was the perfect student because I ended up in Section 1...
Let me stop you right there.
I was not an angel.
Not even close.
Let's just say I wasn't a stranger to the principal's office, I got called there at least twice. ๐
And by "called," I mean I was in trouble.
Apparently, being "pasaway" was one of my extracurricular activities.
The funny thing is that after a while, I became so familiar with the Principal that I sometimes joke that we were best friends.
If you look closely at my graduation photo, you'll probably notice her expression (that lady in violet hahaha.) Boys should not wear make up. This is 2002 for you, kids.
I think she was more shocked by my makeup than she was proud of my academic achievements.
Ma'am, if you're reading this, thank you for your patience.
I know I tested it.
Repeatedly.
Even with all the drama, the culture shock, the accent jokes, and my occasional appearances in the principal's office, I kept my grades up. When graduation came around, I finished as Rank 8 in our batch.
And mind you, we were not a small batch.
During our fourth year, we had around 20 sections.
And while some people remembered me for my thick Bisaya accent, others probably remembered me for the hairstyle that my Chemistry teacher hated so much.
Some remembered how I made life difficult for classroom reporters who came unprepared.
Others might remember when a bunch of underdogs like us defeated the school's academic favorites in the Investigatory Project competition.
Looking back, I wasn't the most well-behaved student.
I wasn't the most popular either.
But one thing was certain:
The Bisaya kid from Davao was never going to stay unnoticed.