By Bianca Angelien Aban Claveria
Your heart starts to beat uncontrollably fast, and sweat beads slowly form and trickle down the sides of your face. Your hands slightly tremble, and your knees start to quiver. You cast a pleading look at your seat mate, who manages only a weak and helpless smile. With the remaining strength and pride left in you, you slowly lift your face to your professor, and say: I am sorry, sir, I don’t know the answer.
By Stephen Norries A. Padilla
I am guilty of googling my name whenever I get bored with Facebook or with reading click-bait and insubstantial stories on any social media account I maintain. In this day and age, who doesn’t, anyway? I like to believe that all those who belong to Generation Y or the Millennials have, at one point in their online lives, tried to search their name on Google.
By Loreben Tuquero
They said classical music is dead. Having been playing classical music for more than half of my life, I do not know how they came to that conclusion. But when people asked me why I’m into classical music, I found myself speechless and wondering why myself. Now, though, I have an answer. They said classical music is dead, but on May 26, 2013, the day of my premier piano recital, I hoped that I proved them wrong.
By Rmay L. Samarita
I am part of a hospital team that cares for newborns.
By Jerard Ancel Deauna Eusebio
We attribute so much power to experience. The more trials and hardships hurdled, the wiser we are. I guess that’s why we are respectful of wrinkly people whose hair has grown white, whose irises have become lighter, as if the light and color they came upon have siphoned life from their very eyes.