My Pencil Case Held in Hand

I was nervous when I entered the first door of my elementary life. My mom and I walked to the school with my pencil case in my hand. Mom brought my backpack and lunch box. As we arrived in the classroom, mom put several Mongol 2 pencils in the pencil case. With a stern look, Mom said, "Ayaw gyud ni wagtanga or gub-a imong mga lapis!". I was threatened and said yes.

My classmates snatched and destroyed every single pencil they would grab and find. I don't want my pencil case to be maltreated so I put it on my desk until my seat mate, Carlo grabbed it and snapped each pencil in half. I cried when Mom came to pick me up, still grasping on the pencil case in my hand.

" Nganong nihilak ka day?". Mom asked as she got my pencil case and opened it. She was shocked at first but she embraced me tightly. I stopped crying. Since then, I value my pencils and never put it on my desk, or exposing it on my hand because I might lost it or some person will just destroy my mom's little presents.

Blog 6: The Good Old Bench

A simple wooden bench beside the Oblation Square was all I need- its rectangular back boards which helped my arched back to relax,wooden,asymmetrical chops of wood that supported my entire butt as I sit on it, and the perfect elevation of my feet as it touched the ground. A tree with big,green leaves beside it gave it a breezy,cool ambiance. I just sat on it after a long day of studying. Reminiscing as I drift my mind ever since I enter UP, I feel the insecurity of being not good enough. I feel restless,tired of wondering what to expect,what to do,and what has been done. I keep asking myself, "Why did I pass here in the first place?", "Am I not good enough?". I keep questioning myself the same questions which I can't even answer. Sitting in an ordinary bench, my mind disregards and frees the nuisance questions for the meantime. I felt better as if the bench gets rid of the confusion for me to think clearly. Everyday, a bench is all I need. Not all the places here on earth have a bench. Even in the confused and cold world, one needs a place to think badly.

Blog 5: Playtime=Freedom

If I were to become a parent someday, I will say to my children that be whatever you want to be. If my son will play dress-up, I will permit him because for him it is fun and it is what he loves. Childhood play is supposed to be fun for the child because this activity will serve as a perception of the world. He will see it as what he wanted to be, not society's choice of what he should be. If he wanted to be Cinderella in his playtime than being the Prince Charming, so be it. A child's behavior is not based on its gender, but according to what the kid loves to do and dreams to do, because following it is what only matters.