
To Start a Journey, You Must First Leave Home
by ABIGAIL M. ADRIATICO
I WAS never one to be too engrossed in large celebrations. This sentiment stretches even to my own birthday as I do not particularly like the grandiosity it entails. However, as if it was a comical twist of fate, my 22nd birthday fell upon the same date as the Baccalaureate Mass this year. At first, I did not think too much about it. I thought that it was just going to be a simple mass with a prompt ceremony just as it was when we were in our first year. To my surprise, it was not.
Right when I headed towards the holding room to await the proceedings, there was something present in the air. I found it in the strangers I passed by, wearing their type A uniforms along with the distinctive props their respective programs had prepared. Regardless of which coll...