Have you ever visited Quezon High lately after some 20 years or so of absence? You’ll probably say, “Nahh, this is not the same place anymore. Too crowded!”

“Where is that skeleton in our former biology class. Are the bones still intact?
“I will give the key to one of the teachers to take that skeleton picture” offered Mr. Abelardo Sevilla, now a retired principal.

“Why is the pergola in disrepair ever since we left”?

“The COCONUT” office needs more space and we hope past staffers could help” expressed Venmar Ruanto, the current guru of the school organ.

“Why would the washrooms at the alumni building located right near the entrance and are still deprived of running water and proper ventilation?”

The school has probably produced 1,000 architect grads and why has any one come up with a plan for a multilevel building in the sprawling campus?

Did you ever imagine how alive the school oval track is during town fiesta with all the rides and glittering neons welcoming the townspeople?

The greenery beats most of the campuses I visited so far.

The stream of consciousness, so they say in literature, envelopes you the moment you enter the confines of our dear ol’ alma mater after two or three decades of absence.

Despite its shortcomings and what could have beens, this is still the school after my heart. No Sorbonne, no Yale, no Princeton and no Northwestern can overpower the feeling of my Quezon High visit.

Hail and cheer the Quezon High. See it for yourself on the following pictures for a nostalgic tour of the campus.

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