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I’ve never liked studying. But I love going to school.

I do not have that much patience to memorize the factors affecting climate change nor the guidelines for making a marketing strategy. Though all these make sense, I still feel tired and lazy.

I don’t know why. It’s just I enjoy hanging out with friends way more than listening to a two-hour lecture on probability. This might be normal. After all, I’m still a teen bound to open and enjoy life’s amazing packages. I’m enjoying life as it is that I choose not to focus on studying. Passing all my subjects was enough. I know this kind of thinking isn’t at all remarkable. But it’s something I’ve long decided.

But now, with just less than a month in school and a week before the final exams, I decided to browse my accountancy book for the fifth time and just try comprehending what complex knowledge I can get from this bulky book.

One last test…

I hope to pass…

–By Jaycee


A friend once told me: “An EIC is someone who is tested by challenges of time.” Now the challenge that I have to face is becoming an EIC. Yes, folks, you read it right. The EIC, short for the editor-in-chief.

It was the afternoon of January 4 when our publication adviser finally announced the composition of the editorial board of The LATHE this academic year. And guess what? I was appointed as a section editor of two editions and EIC of one edition.

I felt mixed emotions after the announcement. True, I was expecting a position on the Executive Editorial Board (even though I was only a reporter last year), maybe a managing ed or an associate editor. But the highest position on the EEB? No way! Why me? I felt that I was not qualified. But as the days flew by, I remember our former EIC, Ate Joyce, telling us before that: “….kayanin mo.” So it stuck me with the realization that I have to lead the new set of staffers in upholding responsible scholastic journalism.

This is a challenge that I have to face. And a huge responsibility bestowed in my little hands.


The first part of the challenge of becoming an EIC is how to establish a rapport between my co-staffers, because most of them are new to the student publications office. I tried to smile, talk to them, and later on share my little wisdom on what I had learned during my first year in the pub. My second aim was to set a good example for the co-staffers. I wanted to start a war against my dearest friend last year: PROCRASTINATION, for them to realize the value of time management (Well, dear friends, it’s up for you to decide if I won the war or not). Third and final task is teaching me how to exert authority without intimidating them. I do not want to become the future dictator or something synonymous to that.

The position also taught me a few lessons that I applied as I fill this blank sheet of paper with my ideas and opinions. I learned that a cup of coffee can be your best friend, especially if you have to stay up until the wee hours of morning. I realized that I can come up with ideas in unexpected time in unexpected places.


Being an EIC also bestows you with a huge responsibility, serving the entire studentry through the promotion of responsible scholastic journalism. You must be able to voice out the opinion of the students, because you speak for their behalf, see their point, and then finally meet it in ink. We must also be unbiased on certain issues that concern them. We must also be vigilant, but democratic.

(P.S. We are currently working on all The LATHE editions.)

I was badly feeling the need to pee yesterday. Pardon me for being so straightforward. But the unsightly condition of the GE rest room made me hold back and just wait for another four hours to get home. It was totally the opposite of the comfort room located near the computer laboratory.

I really think that comfort rooms form a vital part in our lives. It’s part of our daily routine. Thus, it should be kept clean. Also, it should be free from vandalism.

I hope that something could be done to maintain cleanliness of the university’s rest rooms. As students, we could help by being disciplined enough. Let’s all be vigilant about this. This has to be changed. I certainly don’t want to spend the rest of my college life enduring the foul smell from rest rooms.

-By Yana

Nothing compares to the hate and hurt I feel right now. If there’s something worse than unbearably upset, consider me one.

We’ve been on and off for over two years now and I guess there really comes a point when you get tired of patching every single wrinkle and talking things over. For me, that was but one of the pathetic slash martyr things we do for love. Still, we can’t help it. As women, and apparently the more expressive party, we are entitled to find every single hope (no matter how minute it might be) to maintain a happy status though our relationships are nearing an inevitable demise. It’s an all too common unfair story.

Why do we always have to be the ones trying to save what’s left in the relationship? We deserve more respect and understanding, right? Are men really insensitive enough not to notice what we’re going through while they start flirting with every other female they take notice? It’s way too harsh. No one deserves such treatment.

Now, I’ve decided to call an end to a one sided relationship. It might take long, but I know there’ll come a time, I WILL MOVE ON…

By Mend_my_heart


I’m in the middle of cramming.

This isn’t the first time. But this could be the worst. If you are a college student, you probably know why. Cramming could be the most common thing in college; and the best coping mechanism, may I add.

I was too busy enjoying with friends that I forgot to take notice of the piling tasks in front of my study table. Before I knew it, all I have is three days to finish everything that has to be submitted before my professors start hunting me to death (haha.. That was a little exaggerated, okay)!

So now, I’m about to start this battle I personally termed Amazing Race… to grades!lol..

By Rein_14