ANA DE VILLA SINGSON REMEMBERS!

     Sr. RegiVic has come to symbolize Assumption for me and for many of my batch mates in High School 1982.  She was serious, some might think strict, but if you looked closely enough she had a little twinkle in her eye that made you know that there was much love behind everything she said and did. 

      Once, she stopped me to chat.  With her serious face and serene way, she said that I was a smart girl.  That was nice, thank you very much!  But then she added, you are also a naughty girl, talking too much in class, testing the limits of authority (no need to get into details), plus a reminder.  Be careful that you don’t get suspended.  Uh oh!  I enjoyed school and never had any problem with academics.  She was telling me that there was so much more than good grades; there was deportment too, conduct:  sitting demurely in class, following rules like coming to school on time, et al, et al et al (No need to detail my little bits of naughtiness!).  And because she took notice, I took notice too and tried harder to behave like a worthy Assumptionist.

     Fast forward to our Silver Jubilee.  We had a retreat to kick off our Velada rehearsals.  There we were, back in Assumption, listening to the priest , remembering Fr. Reuter who presided over our high school retreats in Baguio.  Sr. Regivic sat quietly at the back, so quietly, I thought she had dosed off.  As we were shuffling out, she came to me and said “Ana, you were the only one taking notes.”  She wasn’t dosing, she was observing all of us, recording…all seeing as she was when we were still students.