ONE PEN: Changes All

   "A pen's mark and a slate of paper,

    can be the echoes of our heart through change."

         Every writer has it. Every student needs it. Every teachers brings it. Most people depend on it. Want to know what the thing is? A ball point pen, or commonly known as ball pen. Pen, from the Latin word "pinna" which means feather, is a long thin, rounded device used to apply in to a surface usually paperfor the purpose of writing or drawing. 

         The cheapest ballpen can be bought at 5 pesos or maybe less. Just a small amount of money to spent. But could give in returned a thousand and millions of money and happiness. Yes! A pen, an ordinary pen. It can gives us anything we want even the tiniest impossible things. It can change us, It can pacify everyone. It can change our future through the decisions of our

leaders.

      

          Most of time, thinkers and other brilliant mind start with a scrap using scrap paper with pen and write everything they have in mind to picture out the whole idea. It can visualize everything through a single writting to expedite the idea.

         Rules and procedures materialized through idea by in writting, It can also reiterated and to reexplain through writting by a single pen. Many are afraid to express what they really felt, but then through just a black blood, you'll be able to express it wholeheartedly. 

        

A MAGICAL MOMENTUM TO REMEMBER 

“Leave nothing but footprints alone”

         Sweet perfumes are all over. Tuxedos and Americana are flooding in an area. Bonggacious gowns and party outfits are stumped in the corner. Magical lights, sweet music, enchanted decorations, romantic flowers on the floor, together with our lovely teachers. Do you remember this scenery in your high school? It sure does. This is the night where everyone is all been waiting for. This is the night where every senior are gathered together; a night to celebrate, a night to strengthen more the camaraderie, a night to showcase every talent, a night to cry and smile, a night to appreciate every little and a night to every senior. The Senior’s Night!

        Dugss! Dugss! Dance over here. Dance over there. Dance! Dance! And Dance…… Party all around.

        As my perception about all senior’s night. Yes! Who could have been thought of a senior’s night without the word PARTY? Probably it is. But when I actually experience it, it’s not just a party really. There is something magical in there that every senior tried to treasure the memories until forever.

         Every senior prepared a lot for this momentum event and so do I. I do a lot of preparations. I fixed my hair to where I would look the best. I choose the dress to where I would look beautiful and dazzling to the eyes of everybody. I choose my shoes to where I would stand out. I walk confidently and elegant for them to recognize me. I did my best preparing for this event just to impress them of what I have. I just only want to be PERFECT! Above all, I just only want to be beautiful. I just only care about my outside looks, just like everybody else does.

         As I was about to enter the gymnasium, I was astonish to see everyone with their beautiful faces shining in their marvelous attire. The gym was all set up with red and white roses, turning into an enchanted garden of fairytales. The sweet music was echoing all around. It was perfect. We immediately started it with a mass to give thanks to the Almighty God giving us the chance to enjoy this momentum event. We are all showered and blessed with God’s grace.  As the president of the body speak off, all eyes are into her. We are all astounded that most of us cried. It was a great speech we’ve ever heard. The different clubs showed some performance that is very impressive. Everybody is really talented. But the most awaited highlight of the promenade was the Cotillion, where the talented dancers show up their struts in the open dance floor. Their move was worth gazing upon even though one of the members lost her heels and headdress. However, I know they enjoyed it a lot. Also the most awaited part of the ceremony is where all seniors are gathered up together to show our uncaboggable talent in dancing. Mixed of emotions run in my veins as I look each senior wearing their precious and beautiful smile as they kick the dance floor. 

        Indeed! This event mark the unbreakable bond of every senior. Where incredible dresses and tuxidos, gorgeous and expensive shoes are really not the main highlight. We really don't need to impress others, we really don't need to brag what we have. It is the priceless smile that counts the most. It is the never ending happiness it brought to every senior. It is the memories that shared that inspires each other.

        Leave nothing but footprints alone. Footprints that would be able to inspire and encourage other seniors and even the lower batches. Footprints that would mark the distinction of a true happiness. 

        Our JS Promenade was the finest one that we’ve ever had and the Seniors will surely be treasured in the rest of their lives. A magical moment to remember.

A Fresh Start

          The chilling breeze coming from the window, the scent of morning grass, the warmth of the early sunlight flooding the room, the noise of clashing dishes and pans together with the wail of the boiling kettle, the delicious smell of eggs and bacon and the morning news in TV. Does it sound familiar? It sure does. After the never ending hangovers of summer, all are hands up for the first day of school. At last! We’ve all back to reality, to stop dreaming fairytales, to stop imagining beautiful sceneries with fresh air, lashing trees and picturesque  place. No more white-sand beaches. No more late night movies. No more hangouts. It has all ended. We’ve all back to reality, to take off our beach outfits, to wake up early in the morning, to gaze at our books, pens on the desks, papers everywhere. Kiss Boracay goodbye and say hello to MSU-IIT.

        Just like any first day of school, I was awakened as early as 5 in the morning to a day full of packing and loading up. It wasn’t an ordinary first day because it was my first day being in college; being in a university; being in the portals of MSU-IIT. It’s hard to believe that I am now at this stage, but it sure it does.

        No more cute pink pencil case in the bag, no more cute wheels attach in the bag, no more characterized lunch box, no more plenty books and notebooks to bring. It’s just a piece of paper, one pen, one binder notebook and sometimes a book. Yes! I could define college as that.

        It is pretty nervous about huge transformation. The difference between college and high school is like one extra to the other. Because in college there are some things that are pleasant but not pleasant in high school, otherwise there are things that are unpleasant in college but very pleasant in high school.

       As I enter the gates in MSU-IIt, mixed of emotions run in my veins: eagerness, courage, excitement and most of all nervous. I was nervous because I do not know how to socialize. I really don’t know how to make the first move. Well it’s very important in college to be able to socialize with others, to share yourself to others and to make a new set of friends where you would be able to express who you really are. I am afraid also that I could not stand in my own for I am very independent with my friends and my parents. I never tried to go to the city without any friends at my side. I never tried going to mall to buy my own stuffs alone. I can’t. I am afraid. That’s why I’m having a hard time being in college. I am also afraid to where I would be going, where would be my designated room, what place is this, and what place is that. I actually don’t have any idea where CASS, CBAA and CSM and all others is and especially where “TBA” is. Funny right?  I’m from Iligan City and yet I never been to tour this place before.

            Those where just a few of my stumbling block in my first day in the university. But as days passed, I able to handle it all. I made a lot of friends. I met new people with different personalities and I learn how to share with them. I already used to the different parts in the campus. I was able to walk on my own with courage on it.  I learn to be independent on my own, for I can only trust my own self. I can now buy the things I want alone. I can face my professors and talk to them with a straight face.

          College really is a stepping stone. A stepping stone that allows us to venture different possibilities in life and learn how to break away from our parents to become more independent.

          The first week of college was a breeze. As I say to myself “Happy Independence Day to me. Welcome to college life, where more freedom, more fun, less rules, but yet more responsibilities to make. A fresh start of fun and sorrow, laughter and tears, failures and success.”