My Life - Joseph Del Valle Galauran

My Life - Joseph Del Valle Galauran

What is this you ask? It’s my project in English a seemingly bleak autobiography at best. I’m Joseph Del Valle Galauran, now that I think about it my name is just so simple it’s not that I hate it, but I could’ve at least have had a second name. So comes the tedious parts; I live at Quezon City, born on the 9th of September 1991, I have a completely normal family with me as the youngest of my three siblings and right now living as a college student trying my hardest to survive. With this out of the way let’s start the autobiography proper.

Since my professor in English said to follow a linear and chronological biography, I’ll start with my preschool and kindergarten past I’ve had. Err...I actually don’t remember anything so concrete back then hope I can pull this off. I spent my preschool at a nearby small school at our neighborhood; the school was a single house, divided by two rooms and two teachers. I spent my whole year there and I didn’t even remember the name of that small school nor the only two teachers there, but what I can still remember was the face of the teacher and the smell of the classroom, ah…that familiar smell of snack time. Once we had a field trip to “Museong Pambata” we rode on a van carrying all my classmates who I didn’t even remember. On Christmas we held a small program for the neighborhood I can still remember the role I had back then, I was a doctor, don’t ask. The next thing I knew we already graduated. By the way that small school is already shut down for good and now only a house.

If graduating was that easy back then I should be living a carefree life by now, Alas stop dreaming. Continuing on is my life when I was in my elementary days. My mom enrolled me to St. James College of Quezon City, a pretty big school; it has a swimming pool, a big gymnasium, two quadrangles and a hefty blow on the financial side. Now that I think about it I still remember all the sections I was in, not to mention all my sections when I was in...

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