It was one afternoon break during my final year in high school while me and my friends were talking about what courses are we going to take in college, when we noticed one of our classmates busy drawing something at the back of his notebook. So out of curiousity we called his attention to ask, he gladly show it to us, he was about to be finished, he was just retouching some parts of it. What he draw was, Championsville, too bad I didn’t scan that drawing, I’m not sure if he still has it, had I had a copy it might save me the task of explaining what it’s about.
Championsville is a place, a small futuristic commmunity to be built in 5 years time. It is owned by us, yes the entire class owns it. I am running a bank and an auditing firm at the same time with two of my classmates who also decided to take up Accountancy. There’s a TV station where those people who’ll be taking up Mass Communication will work. There’s a church where the one who draw it, serves as a pastor. The school will be run by the only girl in class who wants to take up education. A basketball court where the sports guys of the batch will have a league. A hospital where the future nurses will work to be lead by the sole doctor aspirant. A hotel for the future chefs, a port for the sole seaman wanna-be. A plant for the future engineers. An office of no particular nature yet, for the others who haven’t decided yet what to take. Conceited that we are, we named it Championsville ’cause we won the intramurals and field demo championship, we think we rule the school. It’s a well-kept community of highly successful individuals, there is peace and harmony, there is unity, the streets are always full of laughter just like our classroom, but then it’s fictitious, it’s a make believe.
Things were easier before, all we had to do is dream and keep on believing. The worst worries that we have is the next Calculus exam. We were full of hopes, we all thought that life is easy, that maybe someday there will really be a place called “Championsville”.
Now, nearly 8 years has passed what happened to the inhabitants of the blissful community. The accountants turned out to be as accountants, ‘though there were others who weren’t able to append three additional letters to their names but we don’t own a bank neither an auditing firm but we did worked in an auditing firm. The media people, some went to call centers, sell cars, while others to non-technical office jobs, only one was able to get somehow close to the media industry. The pastor wanna be, the one who drawn the picture, I’m not sure, maybe he already is. The only girl who wanted to teach ended up as a nurse instead, she’s registered, one of the only two, I guess. The doctor hopeful turned out to be a registered medical technologist in a call center. As with the basketball players, the team captain is taking up a master’s degree while the others, I don’t know. The future seaman fulfilled his dream, the chef hopefuls, they work in a hotel. The engineers also made their dreams come true.
Some of us succeeded, some did not, maybe most of us didn’t turn out the way we expected them. Championsville remained as a fictitious place but it is where our simple dreams were drawn. Dreams that fueled us, while others may have given up along the way, there are also others who were able to continue the battle. Years had passed, we don’t see each other now, we’ve lost touch, some friends even parted ways while there are also new friendships built but then, who knows maybe someday, we can still turn Championsville into a reality, maybe not exactly as how it was drawn or how we imagined it to be with our young minds, but something more realistic.
“As we go on we’ll remember, all the times we’ve shared together, as our life change, come whatever, we will still be friends forever”











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