A tribute to the world's worst and best class.
We started out as just an ordinary class in an ordinary school. We never knew we'd turn out to be the worst class our school ever had, or that we'd cause most of our teachers to lose their precious sanity. Rizal people were notorious for disobeying teachers and laughing about it, blatantly cheating during exams, not doing cleaning chores in the classroom (remember the case of the hurled flowerpots?). This class was referred to as the war freaks. Yup, we freaked our teachers out by our pranks and disobedience. By the time we started our third year of high school, no one was willing to become class adviser. Thus, we were passed from one reluctant adviser to another. Our rebelliousness only intensified. By the time we finished our junior year, we had the reputation of being DRAHS' worst class. We were always told to follow those who had gone before us, but we never bothered to emulate them. After all, we'd die first before we became like anybody else. Being part of this wacky class was an unforgettable experience. Our class can be correctly named as a jack of all trades and a master of all. That is, we had countless talents - fortunetelling, internet hacking, electronics (ours was the only electronics class with over 20 ladies), cheating, singing, dancing, writing, making practical jokes, playing musical instruments, drawing, and a whole lot more. The years spent in DRAHS' dilapidated classrooms were indeed memorable and worth keeping.
-sharon, the brains of the class-
