A letter to my 16-year-old self
I know you too well and I’m pretty sure you’re on the phone right now. Hang up and read this. Don’t roll your eyes.
I know you too well and I’m pretty sure you’re on the phone right now. Hang up and read this. Don’t roll your eyes.
Chief Justice Maria Lourdes Sereno will address more than 4,000 graduates at Sunday’s commencement exercises at the University of the Philippines (UP) Diliman.
Would sunflowers still bloom in June? In a country where summer comes early in the year, these bright yellow blooms that are a shining reminder of the onset of summer may not find favor with the June weather.
Three days from now I’ll be marching onstage for my college graduation. The thing is, I don’t want to attend. Today we had our first rehearsal; I purposely went there so I’d feel the thrill and excitement of the event, just like my batchmates who can’t talk enough about it in Facebook. But not me. I felt lonelier and convinced that I don’t really enjoy such events.
The scorching heat of the sun can only mean that summer is here. But for us student designers of De La Salle-College of Saint Benilde, the graduation show is the marker—the ultimate high of our collegiate years.
I wanted to argue but had to grudgingly bow to authority. The school principal had just asserted her bullheadedness in requiring my son, PJ, who topped his kindergarten class, to deliver a speech on graduation day.
To thine own self be true. That’s a line you and I have often thrown at each other these past months as you were winding down your college life. Tomorrow you leave the doors of Loyola, come down from the hill, and will soon venture into the brave, new world of your choosing.
High school flew by so quickly. I couldn’t believe I was sitting there, ready to graduate. We were finally at the finish line, about to walk up that stage to get our diploma.
There is a dull fluorescent glow in a classroom on the eighth floor of the De La Salle-College of Saint Benilde School of Design and Arts building.
Francisco Harabas’ antics and fun-loving personality brought him fame in the early 1930s. Known as “Kenkoy,” he became a household name, and his name became synonymous with anyone who was worry-free, jovial and easy to get along with.
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