What was left behind

Being a sophomore does not mean a lot. Sure, I've been in these halls for more than twelve months or so but what is it to me. I do not know the past nor the future of this known institution. Sitting upon an old office with tons of back issues by the the official school publication, I realized there is still much to know.

Fidgeting on what was scattered all over the place I took notice of how the students of the past showed their enthusiasm on school. Contrary to the apathy of what is of today, they were involved in everything - from issues to political party conflicts even up to outside forces that have concerned the school. Yet here we are left with nothing but a mere office loaded with a heap of old newspapers and maybe a couple of other things which can be deemed useful. 

I then wonder on what has been left behind by the previous batches who has stepped forth in the institution. They have produced such quality yet what has happened? I do not know what or who to blame nor do I want to. The times have changed and technology has taken over attention of what has seemed to be useless for some. There is so much to do and a span of time. Lucky for me, I still have more or less three years left to spare in this institution. Maybe we cannot really rely on the past after all but we can learn from them. Their mistakes, their failures, their triumphs and success. So I write without any hesitation that a left publication would come to life again. What was once strong and colorful will be alive again, tug-ani will rise again. :)

Birthday Greeting

So much has passed. Yes, within a span of six years this woman has grown. Back when we were still in junior youth camp where we were short and young, we felt like we knew everything. It was as if we were only there for the fun, for the adventure. More than that, we were expected to learn about life. I did, I don't know with the rest. Even found a friend, never thought she'd turn out to be one of the best. 

2006 JY Camp

Few years passed and it was just a typical hi hello over the internet. Constant travel to her hometown never really made us close, well maybe a bit. It took another powerful camp to pull the bonds much closer. By the time I was a senior in high school, I came to discover the woman whom I have journeyed learning with.

2009 Youth Camp

She was a friend, even more like a sister. Set apart from those I have treated the same with. What I admired was her patience, her persistence, her determination. I lost a few steps, back tracked a bit and got entranced with the big walls of college. I sheepishly took for granted our precious friendship which we've spent so much on to cultivate and grow. However, what seemed to be gone still persisted. I thought I'd lost her then and there, but she still remain and I know from what she has shown, I will too.

Her visit during my highschool graduation

And now that she's turning a year old when the clock says it's already time for her to do so (not on her own discretion of course haha) there's nothing more to wish for her but the will of the Lord to be fervently followed by her. Things may not be the same as when we were once young but I definitely know that we can always more forward, or fly for the very least. May she be blessed in all her endeavors in life. Lord knows I love this woman even I'm the meanest person in the world. nineteen years of existence, nineteen years of struggle, pain and happiness. Life truly isn't what we always wish for, but we can always adhere to what the heavens may be asking from us.

For all the laughters, tears, stories and endless chikkas, you deserve a blast!

 Happy Birthday, manay, Angel Rubio. You are always loved. Enjoy Cebu!

The second phase of joy

Well I thought my happy days would just be during the time when I took up Audio production. Visiting that radio station of high quality was sure a lot fun and being on air for say ten minutes was the best of my life... Or so I thought. 

Never have I expected to be part of radio show for four times now. Thanks to our outside alliance and the support of those who believe in the next set of journalists for the future, we are able to expose ourselves to radio. Radio, among all the other medium for communication is the most unique. Among the others, this is the most mobile, the fastest, the most interesting and the most challenging for the very least. Voice projection is all that matters, what you wear to the studio would not be taken into consideration (unless of course you're doing a photoshoot inside the studio but that's a different story).

Back to the show I've been in, it's entitled "Sugbuanon Na Ni" with Ms. RC Dalaguit, a young, hip and groovy female DJ.

Apart from it's other purpose of exposing Mass Communication students to the field of broadcasting, it's main reason for being on air is to promote the Cebuano language especially to the youth of this generation. Even I am guilty of the lack of skill from my own native language due to the integration of other languages and so with young people my age. The show has five segments that caters to Cebuano music, poems, trivias and a whole lot more. So maybe a lot of you has placed a bad hand on my degree program... But I'm sorry, it's a joy to do what we are ought to do and we are always in the making. 

Enjoying the sophomore year so far!

Feanne

What I have taught

Summer has ended and so has my teaching job at a local music school yet I keep asking myself on what I teach. You see, I was hired as a violin teacher catering to beginning students but didn't sign up for teaching life on my students. I recall having to come in late one fine day to a group of eager youngsters, all of them with cases open and violins ready to be tuned. Puzzled of the bizarre eagerness, I skeptically tuned their instruments and went about the usual routine before starting any lesson - exercises, review, quizzes and the like.

Eager kids

Me and my students had a good time, talking laughing over the simplest thing until it dawned on me that I wasn't really a teacher - I was only there to guide them.Well, teaching per se cannot be defined thoroughly as many of the people from the academe wants to debate on it. On my part perhaps, I'd like to be called a "guide" or a "facilitator" instead of imposing authority over these little children. When the term had to end I bade them goodbye, hoping our paths would cross again. "Guiding" children whose ages ranged from 6-12 would be a fun thing that I am surely to miss. Seeing them perform their final output onstage was the greatest joy I have ever experienced. Maybe they we're right when they said that teaching or rather guiding is the most noble profession. It's not my line of choice though, as I am into communication, but it has been an experience.

Students' recital

 As for me, I am left with names who'll forget me one way or another and glint of hope that I have imparted something to them over the summer. It doesn't matter if they had a hard time learning the instrument or cried over a piece of yellow paper being cut out as a star. As long as the value has been retained, everything else will follow. For now things have turned as I am back to school now on it's second week. It is I who is being taught rather than me teaching.

The small glint of hope on their faces

Welcome back to school 'mates!:)

Feanne