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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

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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.

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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.

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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.)

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

After the overwhelming days of vacation, I’m back to the same old morning rituals. That would be getting ready for school. As usual, I felt lazy enough to do anything- to even move. But then, as the first few droplets of water hit me during shower, I realized that I haven’t even written my New Year’s resolution. Not that it’s a requirement. I just feel like having such to somehow change what needs changing. Of course, that includes school habits.

I’ve been helplessly lazy the past year. Lessons at school were the same old hows and whys. Nothing so special. And I felt really bored with everything that’s been going on with my life. It’s horrible.

Now that a new year has taken its toll, I believe it’s the right time to contemplate on things and start a better life. This time, I’ll be tougher and wiser. No more bumming around. Promise:).

-by Yana

Yesterday, I went to Sm Batangas to look for a decent pair of shoes that I can probably wear for my sisiter’s debut. As much as I wanted to look like a dashing debonnaire, I decided to also hunt for clothes. Since I’m with my girlfriend, I let her do all the choosing. Hell, she went from a store to another like there’s nothing left to do in the world! And she didn’t want me to hover over her decisions. Saves me the headache, okay.

When we finally finished shopping, we grabbed something to eat and headed home. But when we went outside the mall, lots of people were waiting for PUJs. Obviously, we’re left with no choice but to ride a tricycle.

When we approached the long line of tricycle drivers, I asked how much are we going to pay fron Sm to Lawas. Instantly, the driver replied, “otsenta lang po”. In my mind, I was like, “What the… 80 pesos for such a short distance?! May God save your souls!” With that, we immediately turned our backs and headed where ther other stranded people are.

After about an hour and a half, a jeepney finally arrived. My girlfriend and I were two of the luckiest people to climb on to it.

During our ride to Lawas, I can’t help but think about those greedy drivers. I have the money to pay for the fare they were asking. But I knew that it wasn’t at all fair. It wasn’t worth the money they were asking.

Though it’s a fact that times are harrd these days, it still is not an excuse to take advantage of other people. That was really inhumane. They should at least think that many other people are like them; suffering yet still choose to be decent and considerate of other people.

I seriously am hoping that this sad scenario will change.

Above is a qoute worth pondering.

By GeekGuy