Neeeerds. 

That is how some people describe our class. ‘HOMO’ is a word we every so often hear from our teachers and fellow students. But to be honest, I don’t know how to feel when they call us that. ‘Oh, is this not the Homo Class? ’ ‘Well, you’re all intelligent, I’m sure you can do that’ ‘Homo, be an example’ ‘I expect so much from this class’ ‘Sus. Homo naman kayo, kayang kaya niyo yan’ It is true. We are a homo class. Actually, the only one in our batch. With all the expectations we are assumed to meet and with all the high hopes for our class, frankly, I’m not sure If I want to be in a homo class. My friends in the other class even thought that we perfect every single examination that we take! Well, guess what? We don’t. We fail and It’s okay. We recite wrong answers but we move on. We are reprimanded for being loud, but we have fun! We dance randomly when no one is looking, we shout at the top of our lungs when we feel like it. And it’s okay. It’s okay not to be perfect, not to be always ‘homo’. Because at the end of the day, homo or not, we’re still there for each other, we help each other out, we don’t put competetion above friendship, and we never sell our friends. And If at first I wasn’t sure If I wanted to be homo, now, I’m sure; because I know that we’ve got each other’s backs and that makes everything else better, and everyone else AWESOME 8)