This post was inspired by Jeane's entry entitled "Our Lunch Table", the table I shared with her for two years.

Back in high school, everybody had a special hang out place to call their own. Everyone knew that that certain spot belonged a certain group of people. Some spots are passed on to a new batch of kids once graduation rolls around. In my school, it was The Wall, a wall on the side of the school's ampitheater. The Fil- Am and Am kids hung out in Batibot, aptly named after the tree, where everyone hung out, in the local kiddie show of the same name. The conyo kids, who were composed of not very rich, but beautiful girls and handsome guys hung out in a spot where nobody claimed before, the shaded area between the tennis courts and the high school gate entrance. They named the spot after their group. The junior popular crowd hung out at the Batcave, the other side of the ampitheater. Couples hung out at Lover's Lane, the cemented strip dividing our two football fields. To everyone else who was just a face in the crowd, they hung out either in the theater, the library, the front steps or lobby of the high school building, or the immensely huge canteen.

But to me and my high school barkada, we had our lunch table. Our table was the second table on your right upon entering the high school entrance to the cafeteria. I don't exactly remember how we got that table back in junior year but I do know it had something to do with my high school obsession, whom I shall (A are you reading this?! If you are, I suggest you click on the little X button on top of this page!) fondly call "Ridge." You see, my bestfriends, Glady and Jeane used to be drifters. Until one day, the stalker in me wondered where Ridge and his gang had lunch. I asked my little spies to find out and a day later, I knew. They sat on the second table on the right. From then on, we would always get the third table on the right, that was right behind their table.

In the middle of third year, our group merged with a group of senior guys. We formed a new barkada and to this day, we still hang out and meet each other at parties. We had so much fun and we'd always end up with tears of laughter. We'd pick on each other, joke around, run around the cafeteria. We'd send people (aka Jeane) to another table if they were too slow to get a joke. We'd play Uno cards and gang up on each other. We stayed even after the first warning bell rang and would only come in when Mang Joey began closing the cafeteria gate going to the high school building. After school, we'd meet up at the lobby and we'd hang out at the gym while eating fishballs. Sometimes we'd hang out at the canteen where I could watch Ridge during soccer varsity practice. (My favorite part would be whenever he took off his jersey!) We waited for our cars to pick us up by the front steps of the high school building.

When Senior year rolled around, the guys were no longer there. It was just the four of us hanging out. Glady, Jeane, Me and Yummy. We took over Ridge's table because little Ms. Obsessed missed a certain someone. (I was thisclose to hugging the table!) We spent lunch time clowning around and gossiping but it wasn't the same when we still had the boys over. We also used our lunch hour to rush our homeworks or study for tests.

Whenever I reminisce of my high school days, the lunch table is there. It holds so much great, fun memories that if only the lunch table could talk, it would have a lot of stories to tell. One of these days, Jeane and I will return to our high school alma mater and we would do nothing but sit on the same table. The second to the right.