True Blue.

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I stared blankly on the piece of clothing, which looked like that of a plain white and blue and covered almost my whole body. As I rubbed my finger against its somehow rough touch, I remember when I first wore the same kind of garment eleven years ago. The picture of a 12-year-old girl came into my head. She was watching herself in a mirror with a hint of disappointment in her eyes. She was complaining how her dress was too big for her. She tried convincing her mom to acquire another one for her, but ended up getting driven to school since she was getting late in class. My thoughts flew to a picture of the same girl, just three years older. She was still watching herself in the mirror. She was thinking of ways on how she could hide the yellow stains in her white blouse. She was trying to convince her mom to buy her a new one, but ended up receiving her allowance and being sent off to school. Just suddenly, my mind pictured that girl in a large hall. She wasn’t staring in the mirror this time. Instead, she was standing in front of an audience. She was wearing a new yet the same garment, finally convincing her mom to sew one for her. She was accepting a tiny roll of paper with both of her parents in her side. Twelve years. For twelve years, I have shared every bit of experience life has offered with this dual-colored attire, which I will always describe as blue and white. For twelve years, this blue-and-white garment has accompanied me through some of life’s darkest times. It served as my crying shoulder who wiped away the tears when I was once frustrated of not scoring in volleyball. It patted my back and gave me a reassuring feeling whenever I fail on my exams. It had been my armor when I faced one of my weaknesses – speaking in front of a large crowd. It embraced me with its soothing comfort when I once slumped into bed because of a fight with mom. For twelve years, this blue-and-white garment enabled me to experience some of the most joyous moments in life. It hugged me with triumph and humility whenever I went up to that stage to receive a medal for my academic performance. It blew me off during times of extreme laughter and fun with my friends. It wiped off sweat at times when I worked hard, trying to cram every piece of lesson in my head. It became a symbol for my identity as I embarked on one of my most memorable journeys in life – the journey of being in high school. For twelve years, this garment had stayed with me in facing challenges, joys, pains, sorrows, regrets, and even the perks of being a student in high school. To sum it all up, it let me experience everything that was blue and white. And here I am, still proud to be a True Blue Nansing student eventhough I bleed Green and Gold now. :)