My dad's such a baller

After years of searching, my mom unearthed the scrapbook she had made for my dad during their time together in the Philippines. I briefly skimmed the newspaper clippings and found an article by Carmen Estipona (October 1970) from The Paulinian entitled "The teacher is a Botany chief."

There's a photo of my dad in the article, and he looks so dashing! I asked my mom if she had met him when he looked like that, and she regurgitated, "No!" Ah, my parents' shared ambivalence is, for lack of a better word, charming.

Anyway, in the article, my dad was asked about his thoughts on marriage. He responded, "Because of my career at present, I have not yet considered the matter seriously, although I am looking forward to that day when I will have a family of my own." He was 37 at the time. [The apple really doesn't fall that far from the tree..] He then quoted the poet, Allen Tate:

"Tomorrow let loveless, let lover tomorrow make love;
O spring, singing spring, spring of the world renew!
In spring lovers consent and the birds marry
When the grove receives in her hair the nuptial dew."

Man, how was my dad ever so fresh and coquettish?
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My mom also found my 4th grade in-class journal. Here's my August 26, 1997 entry:

"Dear Diary,

Your choice! Okay since it is my choice I will tell about my pets. I have three pets a rat, a fish, and a bunny. People say my pets are strange mostly because of the rat. My bunny is named Castoff because I got my bunny on the day I got my cast off. The rat's name is Modem because my brother loves computers and called him Modem. Now the fishes name is Bob, but we don't know how we got that name. So I told about my pets because it was my choice."

GO CHOICE! hahah