What was wrong with me? The difficulty of the question made me give it up to God, the universe, and whoever could take a prayer – or a curse, for that matter. I honestly could not pinpoint any single problem back then, for I felt everything about me was utterly failing, like a mortal infection.…
Tag: 25 Cents’ Worth
25 Cents Worth: Shifting dispositions
Growing up, we were taught by Disney movies that we could do anything. Defeat a fearsome Hun army despite being an untrained girl in an all-male Imperial army? Check. Fly on magic carpets and get a princess to fall in love with you, despite being a kleptomaniac who has zero financial security and a monkey…
25 Centavos’ Worth: Nate’s Lent
Here I am again at this hiatus from the ruckus of a Taft life, at this momentary breather society calls Holy Week. I would call it the “break we badly need before finals week.” It is the break we Lasallians crave for just before the submission of all those final papers and projects. While other…
The irregular life
It has been six years since I first entered De La Salle University (DLSU) as a Mechanical Engineering freshman (froshie seems to be the term nowadays). Honestly, I was afraid of the new world I was getting into, but I was also enthusiastic because I believed that I was just moving on from my previous…
Chuck the classroom, see the world
Adapting to changing learning environment is a matter of survival for students and teachers alike. As technology evolves to new heights, school is no longer the cut-and-dry institution it once was, and the classroom has shed its four walls entirely, becoming a world and a community in itself. So forget the school bell and invest…
Six Commandments to Self-Love
Every day is a whirlwind It is 7:15 in the morning. In a heartbeat, you realize that your class starts at 8:00 a.m. After taking a quick shower, you are on your way to school. Then the worst things start to happen. You cannot find your I.D., the LRT stops because of technical problems, and…
Current Dreamer, Future Champion
When I was about seven or eight, I decided to become a fireman. Then again, plans always change. I stopped wanting to be one because of the first time I actually felt fear for my life and the welfare of my family. The hour was after dinner, when the lights in our house suddenly went…