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For Now, My Watch Has Ended

For Now, My Watch Has Ended

Perspectives
I REMEMBER how uncertain my purpose was when I first entered the halls of St. Raymund’s Bldg. wearing my white polo barong and black trousers. Besides, during that time, I was only thinking of how bad the consequence of my fickleness would be. When people ask me why I chose Behavioral Science (BES) as my second choice, I always tell them that my only reason was that the degree just sounded good to my ears. I only realized that I did not want to enroll in BES when the results came out. I wanted to escape—yes, I tried deferring my enrollment in AB and transferring to Chemical Engineering—but to no avail. University of Santo Tomas offers the best campus life, I must say. Still, my first few months in AB, more so the succeeding years, were marked with dissatisfaction. Mediocre lectures and ...
Looking at my ‘Invisible Hand’

Looking at my ‘Invisible Hand’

Perspectives
SELF-INTEREST is what drives human behavior and the economy at large to work in the most efficient and fair way. Adam Smith, the Father of Economics, called these natural economic forces the “invisible hand,” something we do not see but moves us. As I end my term in this publication with this writing, I will get out of the ceteris paribus assumption and look at my invisible hand that moved me all throughout those four years in my college life—nothing is constant, only uncertainties and challenges. My college education hung on the edge of a cliff, as finishing it in this University was uncertain. I can still remember how my parents were halfhearted to enroll me in this royal and pontifical university since we did not have enough finances to sustain my four years of studying here. B...
A Multi-front Battle

A Multi-front Battle

Perspectives
“WATERLOO - I was defeated, you won the war,” were the first lyrics I carelessly sang in class (if I recall correctly) during my freshman year. I was fond of listening to ABBA during the early hectic days in college. This song in particular is about defeating your weaknesses. However, my college life was not about the tendencies of defeat in spite of all the challenges. Instead, it was a battle – the most unexpected battle I fought (so far). *** “What’s the name of the game? Does it mean anything to you?” When I was deciding on which degree program to take up in college, I was lucky enough that my parents were supportive with the idea of me choosing a liberal arts program. On the first day of my University life, I unknowingly entered a battlefield. In the process of learning, t...
Cacoethes Scribendi

Cacoethes Scribendi

Perspectives
THIS YEAR is a blur. Compared to the first three years, I felt like I aged, balancing acads and extra-curricular activities. For the past months, it was as if my life was nothing more but writing, compiling papers and research, proofreading articles, and reading reviewers. I go home and dive straight into bed, immediately feeling the weight under my eyelids, and dozing off the moment my body hits the covers. It provides a stark contrast to my first year self, who managed to read books late at night and burn the midnight oil. It was literally weight lifted on our part as seniors, for gone are the days we are hunched in front of the computer, pressed to finish last-minute requirements. It is with a great joy to bid goodbye to caffeine-induced days, to the nauseous feeling caused by being ...
Staying Afloat

Staying Afloat

Perspectives
FOUR YEARS ago, I entered the Communication Arts program wanting to be a film director. I wanted to make movies that made a difference—at least half of my then new blockmates also did. UST was not my dream school, I was planning to transfer to UP on my second year to take up Film but that obviously never happened. I slacked off in my studies, making an excuse of what we would call the “adjustment period.” During the second semester of that “adjustment period,” I drowned in frustration as I was one of the handful of students randomly chosen to fail at a particular subject. I could not understand how my professor gave me a grade of 60 during the preliminary period. I was always present, I answered during recitation and in most of my activities I got high scores. I had other blockmates who ha...