As a young girl in elementary school at Maryknoll (now Miriam College), we were given little “blue books” which portrayed Ecclesiastes 3, the passage “A time for everything,” in photographs. “There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens,” the passage began.
It was 1947, and postwar Manila was full of promise. I was eager to study at Maryknoll College, a progressive school run by American missionary sisters. It used American textbooks, and was known for excellence in teaching the English language.
Our high school Facebook page of late has been inundated with photographs of our younger, more innocent selves. My Maryknoll (now Miriam) high school class marks its pearl anniversary—30 years old!— next weekend, Sept. 8.