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OB generation…

I went shopping with my mom recently for my sister’s graduation.

While waiting for my mom as she looked around for shoes, an old lady sat beside me. I felt really awkward at first because I heard her tell her daughter “Oh here’s a good spot. So that I can have someone to talk to.” I usually don’t talk to strangers because I’m socially awkward and I really don’t know what to say to them so when she sat beside me, I just smiled.

Then our conversation started. She was asking me questions and slowly she revealed her story. She thought I was a high school student and was really surprised to find out that I am an incoming 3rd year college student (which was weird because I don’t think I look that young. And I wasn’t sure if it was a compliment or not) Anyway….

She told me she was 87 years old (still strong for someone of that age because she still walks well while my grandma who’s 79 has a hard time walking) and that she wished she didn’t tag along because her granddaughter was having a hard time picking clothes for her grade school graduation. If she didn’t have to get her maintenance meds, she wouldn’t have come. She had 11 children and married young, during the Japanese War. I smiled and laughed as she told me her story. She called me  ”Hija” which gave our conversation some warmth. When her children went to college, most of which went to Ateneo De Manila University, she let them choose whatever courses they wanted. Most of her sons dropped out because back then she said, if you failed a subject, you get kicked out. Her daughter who was with her graduated from Ateneo too, Advertising.

After a while, my mom came and I had to leave. As I bid her farewell, her daughter and granddaughter came. We were introduced and I found out that her daughter was actually a professor in Assumption and that there was a possibility that she’ll be my professor in a management subject. She didn’t give her name though. She just said “I’ll get her name when she’s in my class.”

She was nice, but my mom said “She’s nice outside but she wouldn’t be so nice once she’s your prof.” So that worried me a little. I’ve never seen her around school before too.

I had a nice time talking to an “Old Blood” because it’s rare that I get a chance to. Even with my grandparents because it’s always gossip they tell me about. It was nice to find out about the older generation. It’s the kind of knowledge I (or anybody else) cannot get from sitting in a classroom, listening to a lecture. I want to experience that again.

I realized that these OB’s actually have really interesting stories to tell and they would like to share but all of us YB’s are just too busy to listen. If we gave time to just sit and listen, we would appreciate life a little more. Their life then was simple and our lives, so complicated. We get upset over the things we cannot have when back then, there were more they couldn’t have. I realized how selfish I was and I am for wanting too much and meeting this OB was a wake up call to live life simple.

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