By Rowell Perez
I was in second grade when I first discovered the power of self-assertion.
That year, my school joined an inter-school storytelling contest. Because competitions were a big deal to the teachers (the results somehow established a school’s reputation), they carefully chose their representatives. In my class, three students were initially chosen to train. Each was given a copy of the piece to memorize, and whoever would emerge as the best would be the final choice. I wasn’t among them.
By Jayson Arvene T. Mondragon
Activists are not antigovernment. If other people would take a second to listen to what activists are saying, they’d understand that if there is a group that still believes in the government, or, at the very least, to the ideal of how the government should be, it’s the “tibak.”
By Jing Paz
Basically, my story is like this: I woke up one morning and announced to the other people in the house that from that day forth, I won’t be living there anymore. They were bewildered.
By Randolph N. Arante
It was in second grade when we were taught to multiply numbers. Memorizing the multiplication table was like being forced to swallow a spoonful of bitter paracetamol syrup that our parents forced into our mouth: excruciating, stomach-churning.
By Kharla Mae Brillo
“I wish I took up less space in the universe.”