levity: (mes que un club)
I'm pretty sure I had something else to say earlier this evening, only apparently my boy went and scored a hatttrick against Granada in the unholy hours of the day and became Barcelona's all-time leading goalscorer. Here's a video of all 234 goals, for those of you with fifteen minutes to spare. Several of these I saw live, on streams of varying degrees of quality at fuck-all o'clock in the morning. Sometimes the players appeared to be little more than colored bits of fuzz on my computer screen and I only knew where the ball was by virtue of how everything else was positioned, but there'd be a quick flash of motion and I'd know it was Leo, sure as anything. He plays like a video game figure and like a physicist's dream and like very fast calculus, and sometimes he does things like scoring five goals in one game (two goals is a brace, three is a hattrick, and four is a poker- thank you, Diego Milito- but is there a word for five? Has there ever been a need for a word for five? Because he's just going to get better, so someone had better get on it), and classes and exams and proper sleeping schedules have nothing on that.

Lionel Messi pulled me kicking and screaming into football fandom one and three-quarters of a year ago, seventeen years old and out of love with the world. There is nothing I can say about him that has not been said, and better, by someone else, but I owe an incredible amount, so consider this me trying.

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Met the mother at Mega (alliteration completely unintentional) and then went to pick the brother up from Pisay, and that tree beside the grandstand was in bloom again, pale pink taking over the top branches. The last time it was in bloom was three years ago, when we graduated. And look, Dagupan is my first home and Manila is my last, but you could blindfold me and I'd still be able to pick my way through the campus, SHB ASTB caf gym field grandstand, if with allowances made for the construction going on around the creek. That was the table Muon took over during Sir Vlad's birthday and that Benjie ate cake off of, and that was where we played agawan-base during first year intrams when Jan took that picture of Thea, and there on the far end of the field beside the balete was the gazebo that will always be mine and Guia's, and those are the kalachuchi I learned to climb trees on, and I can still sit down on the ground of the oval and look and not feel like I'm running to beat a ticking time bomb. The line I use is that it's the people that are important, which, of course, but the school's mine, too, as much as every place you leave your loves in is, it's mine.
levity: (mes que un club)
I'm pretty sure I had something else to say earlier this evening, only apparently my boy went and scored a hatttrick against Granada in the unholy hours of the day and became Barcelona's all-time leading goalscorer. Here's a video of all 234 goals, for those of you with fifteen minutes to spare. Several of these I saw live, on streams of varying degrees of quality at fuck-all o'clock in the morning. Sometimes the players appeared to be little more than colored bits of fuzz on my computer screen and I only knew where the ball was by virtue of how everything else was positioned, but there'd be a quick flash of motion and I'd know it was Leo, sure as anything. He plays like a video game figure and like a physicist's dream and like very fast calculus, and sometimes he does things like scoring five goals in one game (two goals is a brace, three is a hattrick, and four is a poker- thank you, Diego Milito- but is there a word for five? Has there ever been a need for a word for five? Because he's just going to get better, so someone had better get on it), and classes and exams and proper sleeping schedules have nothing on that.

Lionel Messi pulled me kicking and screaming into football fandom one and three-quarters of a year ago, seventeen years old and out of love with the world. There is nothing I can say about him that has not been said, and better, by someone else, but I owe an incredible amount, so consider this me trying.

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Met the mother at Mega (alliteration completely unintentional) and then went to pick the brother up from Pisay, and that tree beside the grandstand was in bloom again, pale pink taking over the top branches. The last time it was in bloom was three years ago, when we graduated. And look, Dagupan is my first home and Manila is my last, but you could blindfold me and I'd still be able to pick my way through the campus, SHB ASTB caf gym field grandstand, if with allowances made for the construction going on around the creek. That was the table Muon took over during Sir Vlad's birthday and that Benjie ate cake off of, and that was where we played agawan-base during first year intrams when Jan took that picture of Thea, and there on the far end of the field beside the balete was the gazebo that will always be mine and Guia's, and those are the kalachuchi I learned to climb trees on, and I can still sit down on the ground of the oval and look and not feel like I'm running to beat a ticking time bomb. The line I use is that it's the people that are important, which, of course, but the school's mine, too, as much as every place you leave your loves in is, it's mine.
levity: (Jolteon and Togepi)
LadyMed 2009: Hiwaga could have been renamed The Wit and Wisdom of UPCM Students and it wouldn't have made a difference. Well, no, not really. Tanggalin mo yung wisdom, tama na.

But really. Second runner-up! What the hell do we care that there were only five contestants? They were brilliant. All right. They weren't brilliant, but they had more entertainment value than anything on local TV and most everything on cable combined, and they had common sense, and they were College of Med, but most of all they were able to raise over 100,000 Philippine pesos.

And one of them was OUR CLASSMATE. That, too.

Congratulations, Jio. :D

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There's something about going back to your old school, even though you've only been away from it half a year, and seeing your old classmates, even though you see quite a lot of them every day, and getting to return to your most unfavorite gym, even though it's still leaking from almost everywhere. Either there's really something about it all, or I'm turning into an alumna.

levity: (Jolteon and Togepi)
LadyMed 2009: Hiwaga could have been renamed The Wit and Wisdom of UPCM Students and it wouldn't have made a difference. Well, no, not really. Tanggalin mo yung wisdom, tama na.

But really. Second runner-up! What the hell do we care that there were only five contestants? They were brilliant. All right. They weren't brilliant, but they had more entertainment value than anything on local TV and most everything on cable combined, and they had common sense, and they were College of Med, but most of all they were able to raise over 100,000 Philippine pesos.

And one of them was OUR CLASSMATE. That, too.

Congratulations, Jio. :D

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There's something about going back to your old school, even though you've only been away from it half a year, and seeing your old classmates, even though you see quite a lot of them every day, and getting to return to your most unfavorite gym, even though it's still leaking from almost everywhere. Either there's really something about it all, or I'm turning into an alumna.

levity: (how do they rise up?)
Nope, it doesn't make sense, but this is a good a reason as any.

If people bring so much courage to this world the world has to kill them to break them, so of course it kills them. The world breaks every one and afterward many are strong at the broken places. But those that will not break it kills. It kills the very good and the very gentle and the very brave impartially. If you are none of these you can be sure it will kill you too but there will be no special hurry.

Sometimes Hemingway is helpful.

We will miss you, Ma'am Paz.

levity: (how do they rise up?)
Nope, it doesn't make sense, but this is a good a reason as any.

If people bring so much courage to this world the world has to kill them to break them, so of course it kills them. The world breaks every one and afterward many are strong at the broken places. But those that will not break it kills. It kills the very good and the very gentle and the very brave impartially. If you are none of these you can be sure it will kill you too but there will be no special hurry.

Sometimes Hemingway is helpful.

We will miss you, Ma'am Paz.

levity: (inconceivable!)
Graduation was fantastic, never mind what time it started and where it was held and how hungry we all were by the time everything was over and done with, and it wasn't fantastic because it was our graduation. It wouldn't have been anywhere as fantastic without the missing hats and the malunggay brownies and the blank pieces of paper we got after four years' worth of blood and sweat and tears and our drunken rendition of the Philippine Science Hymn and me falling into the pool.

Say what you like about culminating activities, but it isn't our graduation that's fantastic. It's us.
levity: (inconceivable!)
Graduation was fantastic, never mind what time it started and where it was held and how hungry we all were by the time everything was over and done with, and it wasn't fantastic because it was our graduation. It wouldn't have been anywhere as fantastic without the missing hats and the malunggay brownies and the blank pieces of paper we got after four years' worth of blood and sweat and tears and our drunken rendition of the Philippine Science Hymn and me falling into the pool.

Say what you like about culminating activities, but it isn't our graduation that's fantastic. It's us.
levity: (Jolteon and Togepi)
Not only are there no happy endings, there aren't even any endings.

But who's going to believe that on our graduation day?

Congratulations to us all. Because really, it's about time.
levity: (Jolteon and Togepi)
Not only are there no happy endings, there aren't even any endings.

But who's going to believe that on our graduation day?

Congratulations to us all. Because really, it's about time.
levity: (J. Alfred Prufrock)
Well, one or two, maybe. But miles nonetheless. XD

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I didnt know that there was such a thing as a mark of a PSHS chaplain. XD

Much as I complain about the weather and walking around in high heels with disintegrating cork paddings and clearance and the time it takes for the College of Med to release the Intarmed interview results and Andrew Ale Fajardo, the fact remains that they managed to do something that two and a half days of Terry Pratchett could not, and that is turn the girl I have been trying to deal with for the past week back into the girl who wants to live forever because the next world is nothing like this one and this one is all shades of awesome.

It looked like a wedding, our baccalaureate did. Theres something about an altar white chairs and falling flowers and a garden setting and sunlight falling like golden syrup over the grass that inevitably reminds one of a wedding, never mind that the grass was soccer-field carabao grass and that the altar was under the goal posts.

Madam Perez always says a few words. Sometimes a few is too many.

Gians prayer I liked. It was more like a speech than it was like any prayer Ive ever heard. I suppose thats a good thing, if only because prayers get repetitive. (Then again, so do speeches. But still.)

We deserve an award for research- for holding the dual records of donating the most glassware to the STR Unit and (in one way or another) affecting the results of the rest of the batchs projects. I suppose the Unit decided that that would encourage students to sabotage either their or others projects, even though we are, by unanimous decision, the batchs most dedicated researchers. If given a choice Id pick the infamy over the awards, wouldnt you?

Why do people talk to us about the real world as though it were some abstract idea, like hard work or seriousness, that would hit us later on in life, whenever that later on in life might be? This is the real world. The anger the sadness the laughter the bitterness the triumph the pain the madness. You dont feel it later on as much as you do now. Later on everything will be diluted by the need for stability and a ready income and a sane family life and security. Later on you will be walking with your eyes closed, relying on what you know and what you have learned, no more shocks and no more expectations and no more waiting and hoping and believing in something so much youre willing to get an IR for it. Nothing you have learned is as real as it is while you were learning it, life lessons included.

Pisay. We cant leave it, not really. Because Pisay isnt just in the cluster of buildings and trees and overgrown grass somewhere along Agham Road (though it will never be quite the same without the distinct smell of the creek). Pisay is us- the classmates, the sleeping habits, the crammed homeworks, the lessons learned. No matter what you say, do, or learn, there will always be that small bit of Pisay- a teacher or a friend or a line from a math exam- hiding there at the back of your mind, ready to burst into song whenever you hear the word derive or see the car company logo that is shaped like a hexagon.

Graduation is defined in two ways- one is a ceremony during which people who have successfully completed a course are rewarded for their efforts, and the other is a marking on a container used for measuring volumes. Our graduation is tomorrow, and I only wonder who is doing the measuring.
levity: (J. Alfred Prufrock)
Well, one or two, maybe. But miles nonetheless. XD

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I didnt know that there was such a thing as a mark of a PSHS chaplain. XD

Much as I complain about the weather and walking around in high heels with disintegrating cork paddings and clearance and the time it takes for the College of Med to release the Intarmed interview results and Andrew Ale Fajardo, the fact remains that they managed to do something that two and a half days of Terry Pratchett could not, and that is turn the girl I have been trying to deal with for the past week back into the girl who wants to live forever because the next world is nothing like this one and this one is all shades of awesome.

It looked like a wedding, our baccalaureate did. Theres something about an altar white chairs and falling flowers and a garden setting and sunlight falling like golden syrup over the grass that inevitably reminds one of a wedding, never mind that the grass was soccer-field carabao grass and that the altar was under the goal posts.

Madam Perez always says a few words. Sometimes a few is too many.

Gians prayer I liked. It was more like a speech than it was like any prayer Ive ever heard. I suppose thats a good thing, if only because prayers get repetitive. (Then again, so do speeches. But still.)

We deserve an award for research- for holding the dual records of donating the most glassware to the STR Unit and (in one way or another) affecting the results of the rest of the batchs projects. I suppose the Unit decided that that would encourage students to sabotage either their or others projects, even though we are, by unanimous decision, the batchs most dedicated researchers. If given a choice Id pick the infamy over the awards, wouldnt you?

Why do people talk to us about the real world as though it were some abstract idea, like hard work or seriousness, that would hit us later on in life, whenever that later on in life might be? This is the real world. The anger the sadness the laughter the bitterness the triumph the pain the madness. You dont feel it later on as much as you do now. Later on everything will be diluted by the need for stability and a ready income and a sane family life and security. Later on you will be walking with your eyes closed, relying on what you know and what you have learned, no more shocks and no more expectations and no more waiting and hoping and believing in something so much youre willing to get an IR for it. Nothing you have learned is as real as it is while you were learning it, life lessons included.

Pisay. We cant leave it, not really. Because Pisay isnt just in the cluster of buildings and trees and overgrown grass somewhere along Agham Road (though it will never be quite the same without the distinct smell of the creek). Pisay is us- the classmates, the sleeping habits, the crammed homeworks, the lessons learned. No matter what you say, do, or learn, there will always be that small bit of Pisay- a teacher or a friend or a line from a math exam- hiding there at the back of your mind, ready to burst into song whenever you hear the word derive or see the car company logo that is shaped like a hexagon.

Graduation is defined in two ways- one is a ceremony during which people who have successfully completed a course are rewarded for their efforts, and the other is a marking on a container used for measuring volumes. Our graduation is tomorrow, and I only wonder who is doing the measuring.
levity: (Muonsters Inc.)
Ang weird pala kung nag-aayos ka ng papers ng iba. Yung methods, intro, at RRL na pinaghirapan mo ng isang taon nawawala, and you find you have to get used to their project as though it were your own.
levity: (Muonsters Inc.)
Ang weird pala kung nag-aayos ka ng papers ng iba. Yung methods, intro, at RRL na pinaghirapan mo ng isang taon nawawala, and you find you have to get used to their project as though it were your own.
levity: (Default)
We have all gone a long way.

Two weeks ago, there was an angry, illogical, and not-very-well written letter. It was about allowing people who got a grade of 5 in math to take the removal exams so they could get one last chance to graduate. It claimed that the adjustment the teachers made to the students' tentative grades were unfair, because this adjustment did not give everyone the chance to take the removals. It was posted on the Batch 09 PTA Yahoo Group. (That was back when their archives were public, when students could look at what their parents were talking about and laugh at the occasional misspelled word or grammar mistake, when anyone could get the useful information regarding events in the school without having the privilege of mucking everything up. It was a wise move, keeping the PTA archives public- not only did it enable kids check their schedules in the middle of the night without waking up their classmates, it also showed the world that their group had nothing to be ashamed of, nothing to hide.)

Since said letter was angry and contained insults towards two very well-loved math teachers, it spread. Its being on a public domain probably helped, as did the mention of lawsuits and the fabled "norture" which will in time no doubt become a Pisay legend. It ignored several facts, among which was the fact that the kids complained about the teachers' tests and not about the teachers, and the fact that Batch 09 has been infamous for kicking out the teachers that showed any sign of incompetence (or at least for complaining about them until their parents start filing lawsuits to get their kids to shut up). It also ignored basic grammar rules, but that's beyond the point.

The letter did nothing, really, save for insult the Almighty Math Unit and earn the ire of everyone who read it while in possession of his or her mental abilities. (Many parents agreed with the writer of the letter, though, which certainly says something.) The students who got a 5 did not take the removals, the parents blustered, the graduating students practiced their grad song, and all was well with the world.

Well, that was before the list of graduates was finalized, the teachers walked out, and the petition started.

The people who failed 1/3 of their subjects in the fourth year were allowed to graduate. The rules say they should not have been allowed to. The people who got 5s were not allowed to graduate. The rules say they should not have been allowed to. The current ruling is Pagbigyan mo na ang mga na-1/3 rule, pinagbigyan na nga sila ng trustees. Or even, dapat ipa-graduate yung mga naka-5, para fair.

That would be okay, if we took the same considerations for those who were kicked out for the same reasons every year.

That would even be okay if the Board of Trustees determined that their grades went down the toilet for a real reason and that a Board should be human sometimes, and if the teachers agreed with the Board in this respect.

But things didn't work that way. It is not known why the Board decided to ignore the testimonies of teachers and students and decide to bend a rule that has previously been implmented without mercy.

It's not likely to be because of compassion. I don't know if it has anything to do with previously mentioned angry parent's lawyers, though.

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This is how schools work:

The teachers are there to teach both textbook lessons and life lessons. The students are there to learn from their teachers, teach their teachers, think, ask, and live. The Admin is there to make rules that make sense, and make sure that breaking them has consequences. They say it's to uphold standards, but I think it's because having a bunch of intelligent creatures too proud to bother to listen to the standards of others around you is bad for your health.

When the Admin doesn't do its job, there has to be someone to bribe, coerce, and prod it into doing so. In this case, it's the students. Are they being unfair? No, because the Admin is supposed to keep things fair. Are they being selfish? Not really- I don't think anyone wants those who should be kicked out to be kicked out just because they'd look awful in the grad pics. Proud? Yes, but then again most acts of goodness are really just acts of vanity.

Interpret as you will. I just think that this means the protesting students did learn after all.

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Ah, and yes. Hindi ko sasabihing huwag niyong awayin si Jejo. Sige, awayin niyo siya. The more violent the words and reasons, the better. Discussions tend to turn into fights and vice versa, and it'd be a shame to nip them in the bud.

But it'd be nice if your arguments consisted of something other than swearwords and insults. Logic will be a necessary tool in the future, and you may as well practice using it. Good grammar and a wide vocabulary would be a pleasant surprise, but I'm not counting on it.
levity: (Default)
We have all gone a long way.

Two weeks ago, there was an angry, illogical, and not-very-well written letter. It was about allowing people who got a grade of 5 in math to take the removal exams so they could get one last chance to graduate. It claimed that the adjustment the teachers made to the students' tentative grades were unfair, because this adjustment did not give everyone the chance to take the removals. It was posted on the Batch 09 PTA Yahoo Group. (That was back when their archives were public, when students could look at what their parents were talking about and laugh at the occasional misspelled word or grammar mistake, when anyone could get the useful information regarding events in the school without having the privilege of mucking everything up. It was a wise move, keeping the PTA archives public- not only did it enable kids check their schedules in the middle of the night without waking up their classmates, it also showed the world that their group had nothing to be ashamed of, nothing to hide.)

Since said letter was angry and contained insults towards two very well-loved math teachers, it spread. Its being on a public domain probably helped, as did the mention of lawsuits and the fabled "norture" which will in time no doubt become a Pisay legend. It ignored several facts, among which was the fact that the kids complained about the teachers' tests and not about the teachers, and the fact that Batch 09 has been infamous for kicking out the teachers that showed any sign of incompetence (or at least for complaining about them until their parents start filing lawsuits to get their kids to shut up). It also ignored basic grammar rules, but that's beyond the point.

The letter did nothing, really, save for insult the Almighty Math Unit and earn the ire of everyone who read it while in possession of his or her mental abilities. (Many parents agreed with the writer of the letter, though, which certainly says something.) The students who got a 5 did not take the removals, the parents blustered, the graduating students practiced their grad song, and all was well with the world.

Well, that was before the list of graduates was finalized, the teachers walked out, and the petition started.

The people who failed 1/3 of their subjects in the fourth year were allowed to graduate. The rules say they should not have been allowed to. The people who got 5s were not allowed to graduate. The rules say they should not have been allowed to. The current ruling is Pagbigyan mo na ang mga na-1/3 rule, pinagbigyan na nga sila ng trustees. Or even, dapat ipa-graduate yung mga naka-5, para fair.

That would be okay, if we took the same considerations for those who were kicked out for the same reasons every year.

That would even be okay if the Board of Trustees determined that their grades went down the toilet for a real reason and that a Board should be human sometimes, and if the teachers agreed with the Board in this respect.

But things didn't work that way. It is not known why the Board decided to ignore the testimonies of teachers and students and decide to bend a rule that has previously been implmented without mercy.

It's not likely to be because of compassion. I don't know if it has anything to do with previously mentioned angry parent's lawyers, though.

---

This is how schools work:

The teachers are there to teach both textbook lessons and life lessons. The students are there to learn from their teachers, teach their teachers, think, ask, and live. The Admin is there to make rules that make sense, and make sure that breaking them has consequences. They say it's to uphold standards, but I think it's because having a bunch of intelligent creatures too proud to bother to listen to the standards of others around you is bad for your health.

When the Admin doesn't do its job, there has to be someone to bribe, coerce, and prod it into doing so. In this case, it's the students. Are they being unfair? No, because the Admin is supposed to keep things fair. Are they being selfish? Not really- I don't think anyone wants those who should be kicked out to be kicked out just because they'd look awful in the grad pics. Proud? Yes, but then again most acts of goodness are really just acts of vanity.

Interpret as you will. I just think that this means the protesting students did learn after all.

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Ah, and yes. Hindi ko sasabihing huwag niyong awayin si Jejo. Sige, awayin niyo siya. The more violent the words and reasons, the better. Discussions tend to turn into fights and vice versa, and it'd be a shame to nip them in the bud.

But it'd be nice if your arguments consisted of something other than swearwords and insults. Logic will be a necessary tool in the future, and you may as well practice using it. Good grammar and a wide vocabulary would be a pleasant surprise, but I'm not counting on it.
levity: (Puck)
Rules are there, as Terry Pratchett says, so that you think twice before breaking them.

If you break them, chances are, there will be consequences.

If you break them while in the possession of that knowledge, chances are, you'll be prepared to accept those consequences. You may be surprised that the law actually does something, or that Ma'am Chups is ten times as vigilant as Sir Talaue was, or you may not, but there's no denying that you're not ready with an alibi if ever.

If the consequences you receive don't correspond to the rules, there's not much point in making said rules in the first place.

If I read the phrase "a true friend" one more time I will be sick.
levity: (Puck)
Rules are there, as Terry Pratchett says, so that you think twice before breaking them.

If you break them, chances are, there will be consequences.

If you break them while in the possession of that knowledge, chances are, you'll be prepared to accept those consequences. You may be surprised that the law actually does something, or that Ma'am Chups is ten times as vigilant as Sir Talaue was, or you may not, but there's no denying that you're not ready with an alibi if ever.

If the consequences you receive don't correspond to the rules, there's not much point in making said rules in the first place.

If I read the phrase "a true friend" one more time I will be sick.
levity: (Puck)
Sagot niya sa post ni Tricia:

"ganito na ang turo sa pisay ngayon eh.

ok lang na bumagsak ka na sa lahat ng subjects mo!! kahit lagpas kalahati ka na, ok lang. siguraduhin mo lang na may connections at power ka ha?? basta naman, wag ka lang magsingko. kasi kahit ilang uno pa yang card mo.... isang singko lang mas mabigat na sa sandamakmak na 2.75 mo.

ay, wait lang. tinuturuan din pala tayong maging masamang tao ano? sayang. dapat hindi tayo nagpakabait. hindi pala kasama sa pshs diploma ang pagiging mabait. tutal... may pagagawin lang naman yata satin na extra work sa clearance weeks. pero ok lang! at least gagraduate.

at kahit ilang beses pa tayo babalaan na nasa panganib na ang scholarship status... kahit buong stay mo ng pisay ay aware ka nang nasa panganib ka --- don't worry!! nagjojoke lang sila. hindi mangyayari yan no."

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Mas panalo pa si Sir Arghs.


Turns out, we were fighting a system which rewards both good work and bad behavior. Hell, it even rewards bad work, if you could believe that. And the bottom line? I really don’t know. Perhaps, in this empowered age, schools have become more timid regarding lawyers and their suits. Schools have made a devil’s bargain these days, not wanting to face the courts and instead taking the easy way out, even if they are right. Never mind if it means negating all the values that their teachers try to impart to the students. Never mind that by turning a blind eye, they are allowing “monsters” to graduate as the press declared during the height of the school’s poisoning case. Never mind that their teachers are being disrespected not only by their students but also by the parents of some students. Never mind if everyone in school loses his or her credibility. Never mind if the heart and soul and mind of a school are relegated to the sidelines and made to watch the body die of cancer. Those things are more convenient than facing a lawsuit.

That’s the defining thing in this age: Convenience.



And:



When idealism is that time between waking up and brushing your teeth, when teachers can get away with racist statements in the classroom simply because they’re permanent, when you get told that your opinions matter less just because you’re a member of the junior faculty, when you get bamboozled mainly because the number of years you have as a teacher is less than half of some of your colleagues, when students still graduate despite their grievous offenses and dismal academic records, when rules are simply guidelines one day and guidelines become rules the next day, when black and white are simply components of grey, when NORTURE rhymes with torture, when you’re more afraid of lawyers than producing “monsters”, when might becomes right, when injustice is synonymous with convenience, when rules are swept away like the Sahara redraws its territory at the end of the day, when the school you love and serve is simply a shadow of the country you live in when it could have been so much more, when nothing makes sense anymore but everything still makes sense, you can come up with one conclusion about your school: I’ve always thought I was in a different place, apparently, this is Africa, too.

levity: (Puck)
Sagot niya sa post ni Tricia:

"ganito na ang turo sa pisay ngayon eh.

ok lang na bumagsak ka na sa lahat ng subjects mo!! kahit lagpas kalahati ka na, ok lang. siguraduhin mo lang na may connections at power ka ha?? basta naman, wag ka lang magsingko. kasi kahit ilang uno pa yang card mo.... isang singko lang mas mabigat na sa sandamakmak na 2.75 mo.

ay, wait lang. tinuturuan din pala tayong maging masamang tao ano? sayang. dapat hindi tayo nagpakabait. hindi pala kasama sa pshs diploma ang pagiging mabait. tutal... may pagagawin lang naman yata satin na extra work sa clearance weeks. pero ok lang! at least gagraduate.

at kahit ilang beses pa tayo babalaan na nasa panganib na ang scholarship status... kahit buong stay mo ng pisay ay aware ka nang nasa panganib ka --- don't worry!! nagjojoke lang sila. hindi mangyayari yan no."

---

Mas panalo pa si Sir Arghs.


Turns out, we were fighting a system which rewards both good work and bad behavior. Hell, it even rewards bad work, if you could believe that. And the bottom line? I really don’t know. Perhaps, in this empowered age, schools have become more timid regarding lawyers and their suits. Schools have made a devil’s bargain these days, not wanting to face the courts and instead taking the easy way out, even if they are right. Never mind if it means negating all the values that their teachers try to impart to the students. Never mind that by turning a blind eye, they are allowing “monsters” to graduate as the press declared during the height of the school’s poisoning case. Never mind that their teachers are being disrespected not only by their students but also by the parents of some students. Never mind if everyone in school loses his or her credibility. Never mind if the heart and soul and mind of a school are relegated to the sidelines and made to watch the body die of cancer. Those things are more convenient than facing a lawsuit.

That’s the defining thing in this age: Convenience.



And:



When idealism is that time between waking up and brushing your teeth, when teachers can get away with racist statements in the classroom simply because they’re permanent, when you get told that your opinions matter less just because you’re a member of the junior faculty, when you get bamboozled mainly because the number of years you have as a teacher is less than half of some of your colleagues, when students still graduate despite their grievous offenses and dismal academic records, when rules are simply guidelines one day and guidelines become rules the next day, when black and white are simply components of grey, when NORTURE rhymes with torture, when you’re more afraid of lawyers than producing “monsters”, when might becomes right, when injustice is synonymous with convenience, when rules are swept away like the Sahara redraws its territory at the end of the day, when the school you love and serve is simply a shadow of the country you live in when it could have been so much more, when nothing makes sense anymore but everything still makes sense, you can come up with one conclusion about your school: I’ve always thought I was in a different place, apparently, this is Africa, too.

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