Chapter TenMentos
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In our high school, every first Friday of the month, we would all gather like meek lambs in the covered court to hear Mass, herded by our class advisers and class presidents.
The basketball hoop stands would be pushed aside, and at the middle of the court, about six hundred monobloc chairs would be systematically arranged. The administration, the faculty, and the sisters would be at the forefront facing the makeshift pedestal where the priest or the bishop (depending on the day’s importance and level of festivity) would hold Mass.
Behind the faculty, mapped out according to section, the freshmen and the sophomores would all take their place, while the juniors and the seniors, by virtue of seniority, would sit on the bleachers on the left and the
