During the past few weeks, I have devoted much of my on digging horror films. I was trapped in a pile of movies to a point where I can’t choose what to watch or what to watch first. Summer makes me a lot shallow indeed. During school days, I am accustomed to choose between having the Occasional Paper before reviewing for Structure of English. It was crap. You’re torn between two major pillars and the question is… where to be scourged first.

                This intense dilemma is to be taken with full consideration and mediation, as if I am in a Conclave voting for the right Shepherd. Mediation is a time termite that tends to consume my working hour for both the Occasional Paper and Structure of English.  But in summer, dilemmas are off to the usual weight of school days yet it still takes an entire span of attention. Questions meddle from going to bath what time which ends to showering at midnight. Sometimes I vow to read one book on inspiration for a tougher spirituality. The feeling becomes elevated, I begin perspiring. I stop in the fear of an emotional breakdown. As my eyes scroll deeper and deeper into the bottom of the page, the fear exacerbates. My grip on the book was like a snapping alligator. I force myself to stop reading the book. Then I arrive at an internal monologue, “Stop, Ian… stop it!” I induce the idea that my mind, emotion and the whole of my being cannot handle the ideas or scenes in the book. As I close the book and leave the chapters that almost changed the course of my life, I suddenly realize I am reading a novel with a handful of murder scenes not quite inspirational. 

                As the summer approaches, I have with me this distinct grin. The grin that promises that I can do what I want – Writing. I picture summer as the ultimate liberation as if I were an Israelite freed from making Egyptian pyramids and other queer statues. Liberation from the school related works on the risk of burning brow and even money. This imagery of a writing spree vacation becomes fantasy staying on mind. The fantasy becomes too beneficial instead of being a waste of time. It serves as my daily motivation to work at the last drop of my blood for the school year. When you’re at this age the highest award you want is not an academic distinction or money. It’s the vacation that matters (at least for me). It’s the carrot that the dumb donkey is wandering for.

                When summer shocks you, it overwhelms! Too overwhelming I stick against the fantasy. I resort to sleeping. As a result I change my body clock’s landscape. I become nocturnal. Then, I question the existence of a body clock. Personally, the summer shock ruins every plan I have in mind, the longed fantasy. Instead of writing, I shut myself to darkness. And the bad thing of sleeping for a lengthy duration is waking up catatonic. I’m like the Walking Dead extra. I don’t care of the people around me. My brain seems to be shaken… it has a different weight. I assert for an earth of myself. My mood is like expired juice (taste one!) My mind bulb enlightens me. The light leads me to Facebook and Twitter. My day is wasted, to a point of refreshing twitter for interactions or Facebook for notifications. When there’s nothing, I refresh the computer hoping there’s one new feed. Zero! I start to blame the sluggish net.

                School days deprives us of the fitness and the shape we owe to the beauty of nature. It hurts but yes we owe it to nature. My body is too stuck to paper works and studying so begins to bulge. Do I have cancer? I don’t know. One thing in mind, I need to exercise. I take the mindset of waking up early for a jog the following day. This tomorrow turns to be stationary till the school days break its silence. The fitness summer fails and I gain more weight.  

                I have also this agitation that I want to meet my classmates urgently to share my shameful summer shocks. Tell them I saw a long list of horror films and I wasn’t able to watch even one. I really miss  all classmates of different levels of profundity: stupid, more stupid and most stupid. You just want to talk with them, hoping they have silly stories too.  

                Summer is not still consumed by time. I hope to get more fun with it. Have a life. 

I still don’t know why I arrived at this eleven people. I don’t even know how this will appear to them. Surely, this could be the cheapest graduation gift to these awesome people. For two years of knowing them, I believe this is too late to express how I picture them and too early to serve as a eulogy or any other necrological memento. Kidding. Before I ruin or deify their reputation, thanks for everything and good luck. Be the Teachers the country needs!

Eman Barrameda

                He’s not stupid, he just looks like one. Let’s start with his name. ‘Emmanuel’ which means God is with us. Too ironic because when you talk with him, there’s no slight godly with his words – purely sarcasm. Kuya Emman is sarcastic enough that you can’t distinguish his truth and lies. I was shocked to arrange the names alphabetically; I found out that his biblical name came first. This shouldn’t have happened; I intended to make him last.

                Kuya Emman is the most creative person I’ve ever met - too creative that his teacher axed him in math. He draws very well than a fifth grader, I mean a fifth year architecture student. Of course this is a joke. Writing is his passion; prove me wrong and look at his penmanship. He dreams that paragraphs may be toggle cased and centered.  Kidding aside, he is an awarded creative writer. He blogs his works at emanumulat.blogspot.com.  

Associated Word: Balikwas/Escjuly

Donat S.G Belza

                I would have a handful of praises for her, but I have little adjectives in the chart so I’d better ridicule her. Ate Donat (Not doughnut as if asking for one) is the woman that Woolf, Bronte and Stowe would dream for – fierce, audacious, intellectual and critical. She spearheads work with a combo of optimism and hard work. She joggles time efficiently that nothing is missed. She is a complete opposite of Kuya Emman, Ate Donat has an enduring sense of structure, formality and conformity. Her creativity would meddle in conventions- sentence cased and justified.

                But aloof from this formal savvy character is a diehard fan. In my whole life, I have seen such fanaticism (not including my Sharonian mom). Ate Donat would unfailingly strengthen her linkages to other popsters (Sarah Geronimo’s followers) and collaborate to catapult Sarah G to the twitter trends.  She was lately fantasized Niki Minaj for a reason which I still don’t know. Beware she might influence you. The next thing you know you may be a poster or a stupid hoe.

Associated Word: Noteworthy

Conrad Besana

                This long time swimming team member goes with every batch’s craze. He trains depending on his mood. Obviously, I follow this leader. I also train depending on zodiac signs. Kuya Conrad is a good freestyler who accommodates speed and grace since he is a former member of Kislap.   

                He promised to give us doughnuts next SCUAA. Thanks in advance.

Associated Word: Efficascent Oil

Emma Bolasco

                She has a lot of money. I don’t know why. When I see her, she seems to own affluence. Maybe because of her trendy skirts, I still cannot reckon. I got to know Ate Emma when we had our presentation in Prof. Tugbo’s Mythology and Folklore. She willingly arranged our whole play which turned out to be promising. This was pro bono. When Elaine Quinto and I were in a press overnight, she called to ensure that we must rest for tomorrow’s practice. Seldom do I meet people with such care.

                Ate Emma helped us because she was saddened their batch’s parting ways. She takes affection to time ripened closeness.

P.S She is the long lost daughter of James Joyce.   

Associated Word: Thespian

Chris Charlon Buzon

                I have little memories and thoughts of Kuya Chris but most of them are great. Needless to say, he was the ‘Kuya’ of 1-7 (my freshmen block). He trained the class for the Cheer dance competition. Our group was a bundle of good dancers with some estranged synchrony. But he would find a way to concretize order. There were times when the class was in drought of finance, he would still teach us pro bono. But the pro bono has conditions – practice whole heartedly and be on time. When he sets a 7 AM call time, he will arrive at 6AM. Then, I realized on time is before the time. Thank God, we ranked second.

                The second quarter was a lot different. Kuya Chris who used to be our dancing mentor became my teammate in Swimming. Despite being an active member of the PNU PEP Squad, he still commits to this successive water activity. He literally sprints in land, water and air. Kuya Chris without doubt is a kinesthetic genius.

Associated Word: Mushroom      

Geraldine Grace Garcia

                Miss Grace appreciates both the beauty of words and numbers. As a math major she has a strict sense for thrift that utilizes the very cent of every PNUAN. I, for one, would witness her frugal efforts at the littlest detail even if the difference may cost her ten pesos.

                She taught us not to be purely attentive to the academic life and take time to serve others while enjoying of limited stay in the University. Despite her thrift, she owns a long list of stories that cannot be drained. And it’s as if she’s a talking diary of herself.

Associated Word: FR   

April Hermoso

                The girl on fire.  Ate April was the president of the most (so far) promising Circulus Literati batch. I regularly see her as an adamant critic of everything smelly and fishy. I commend her leadership.

Associated Word: CL/U-Shirt

Ethel Jordan

                Dedicated. A friend noted her undying love for service without expecting any benefit or consolation. She’s randomly organized and engaged in fruitful discussions 24/7. Her thought is located beyond, sometimes I think of her as a mystic. She is a mystic who can reconcile both logic and theory. Her vigilance is astounding, a true embodiment of journalism – big nose for big news. Without the luxury of time, she snatches some to speak with us individually. She carries out reason in every advice she offers to a lost soul.

                I could never fathom how she arrives to this level of service. Her work lingers to the benefit of many but doesn’t build a reputation from it. I hope to have (even a bit) her profound humility and dedication.

Associated Word: Triangle                                                                                                    

Cherry Magundayao

                Ate Cherry, the ever brilliant writer who catches the heart of a handful of Literature majors. Her manner of writing possesses clarity and content. I would always, even in my coffin, view her as good mentor. She has a very passionate way of connecting and reaching others. Ms. Palawan has a lot of stories especially on good read books.

                Sometimes she’s like a supermodel. Elegantly gaudy clothes. Somehow sexy body. Changing eye color (cat’s eyes). Cool. She survived a Palawan adventure.

Associated Word: Flambeaux

Merrose Leynes

                She was the class’ (1-7) partner-in-crime during our 2:30-4:00 Humanities period. Her announcement could make or break our day. She makes our day by saying that the teacher is out and we can evacuate the school early.  She ruins our day when she announces another pile of work. I remember when Ate Mae would encourage our class to thrive over the obstacles. She would share her happy life with her energized classmates.

                Aside from this, she also rules the theatre in many ways – acting, singing and even selling tickets. Her humor is never tarnished. Ate Mae would always make everyone smile.

Associated Word: STA/Humanities/Tickets

Jezelle Joy Pineda

                The Female dancer of the Year. She was the ever radiant swimming teammate. While swimming, she still seems to be dancing. Ate Joy-joy is very petit woman who houses a lot of talents. I don’t even know where she takes her energy needed to sustain every activity she has. Sadly, our bond was cut short when I she focused on her leadership in Kislap Sining Dance Troupe.

Associated Word: Dancer

I expect to pass through this world but once. Any good, therefore, that I can do or any kindness I can show to any fellow creature, let me do it now. Let me not defer or neglect it for I shall not pass this way again.

–Stephen Grellet 

When the St. Peter’s Throne is vacant (Sede Vacante)by two means-  by death or by resignation, the College of Cardinals is entrusted an extraordinary task to pick the next man who will occupy the vacant seat. According to Universi Dominici Regis, a governing statue for Papal Election, the election must commence fifteen (15) days after the Petrine office is emptied. But Pope emeritus Benedict XVI made an amendment to this provision. Instead of the fifteen day interval, the date of the Conclave must begin depending on the attendance of the cardinal electors.

Before the set date of the Conclave, the Cardinals meet for general congregation meetings. Their meetings comprise of Ecclesiastical matters and issues such as Year of Faith, New Evangelization, Vatileaks scandals, Women’s role in the Church, Diplomatic relations of the Holy See and even the characteristics of the next leader of 1.2 Billion Catholics. Each cardinal may intervene and insert discussions pertinent to the Church’s existence. At this point, Cardinals are bound to keep the meeting’s topics secret.

On the first day of the Conclave, the College of Cardinals (headed by its Dean, now Angelo Cardinal Sodano )  will hold a mass offered for the Election of a Supreme Pontiff. After this, they now retreat to Casa Santa Martha –the Official residence of Cardinal electors during a Conclave. To start the conclave they conduct a procession from the Pauline chapel of the Apostolic Place to their proper venue – Sistine chapel. As they enter to their election precinct, they recite a Liturgy of Saints. Once inside, they place their palm on the Gospel and take an oath to secrecy. This is done as they face the Michelangelo’s Last Judgment painting.  

When the vespers and other related ceremonies are finished, the Dean then announces the start of the conclave. The Master of Ceremonies then declares extra omnes meaning “Everybody out!” Of course this is not addressed to the College of Cardinals, this are for non-cardinals who have nothing to do with the election but present inside the Sistine.

The first day, by tradition, has only 1 round of election. When the cardinal electors reach a 2/3 vote for the Supreme Pontiff, they will burn the Election papers to create a white smoke. The vote is written in a small paper, alteration of handwriting is encouraged. They then cast their votes in a ballot according to seniority. Usually, the first voting reaches no consensus so the smoke in Sistine’s chimney is black. For succeeding days they will have 4 rounds each day until a Pope is elected. The ash is not a divine miracle. The Vatican uses a mixture of potassium perchlorate, anthracene, and sulphur for black smoke while potassium chlorate, lactose and rosin.          

The Conclave is a unique election running through centuries. It is much like Monarch elected by his peers, a monarch who is more of a shepherd than a king. How the Cardinals decide on voting depends on their conscience and the guidance of the Holy Spirit.    

The PNUan’s attendance in today’s Miting de Avance for the PNU-SG Election 2013 is a proof of the studentry’s political awareness. The partaking in a political gathering proves that we are still capable of collective action. It is a way against a culture of apathy that, at this very moment, should be scrapped.

                A debate opens a healthy academic communication between and among contrasting and complementary ideologies. Though some comments seem to mishandle logic and sensibility, this mode of conversing is a start of a blossoming intellectual renaissance in the University. Such engagement should be promoted, but it should not end in dogmatism. A critical-intellectual movement should not be caged in thought. It must further reach our daily actions to street parliamentary and therefore in action. For it is in action that ideas are birthed into realistic domains, often tangible and believably verified.

                Going back to the election craze… While others were howling of all sorts, some would be critical listeners to every aspiring officer’s utterance. They would, a hyperbolically, assess every syllable. Despite of the rant throwing, they find peace for their choice. This electorate applies a responsible voting manner. In fact, I would see someone taking down notes as if the Miting de Avance was symposium.

                Despite the positive terms, I lament to the resorting of black propaganda. The evasive use of information ranging from personal to public is made as self incriminatory evidence.

                Tomorrow, I will be joining a ballot counting as Poll Watcher. I hope to have a good eye and possess that of an eagle’s to extend a better service in the name of truth and justice.

My Dear PNUans,

To all of you, may you be guided by your rational faculties in voting. Every casted vote is a number that counts a number you owe the studentry’s future. Though cliché, please vote wisely. And don’t forget your IDs.

Love,

Wordzoned

I had no further expectations yesterday than to watch a great play staged by PETA. As I arrived the venue (as if coming from a maze hunt), I was given free tickets. While waiting for the start of the show, most were taking pictures of themselves rather than place itself.  

Pete Lacaba came to the theater early. Initially, no one would ask to take picture with him. It seemed that no one below the roof (except the organizers and other guests) knew him, physically. Until someone divulged his identity that the people waged war to take a picture of him. I easily recalled his story. During the Martial Law times, he was imprisoned (as it was a fad that time). He gained his freedom with the help of the Hispanic fixated Nick Joaquin. Some of his writings are present in Balanghai – an anthology of Philippine Literature. He taught us to eat ayungin  and helped us differentiate the burges from bakya while introducing us to modern view of literature. Sir Pete asked where we read his writings, I gladly replied, ”Balangai”  

Bien Lumbera. Not until the theater recognized his presence as Pambansang Alagad ng Sining, no jaw would fall to the ground. I met him more than twice over. He has this inexplicable radiance. Lumbera is a simple old man who knows the Philippine letters by heart. He would be simple in every manner he has. I remember his social criticism entitled Bakit Asal Mayaman si Pedrong Maralita – an eye opener of our dreadful society rooted in the education that we have. I declined to go near him because of the discouraging crowd. It was fulfilling enough to see him from a far.

Genaro Gojo Cruz. My classmates, especially Froe and Charelene Jadia, would know this man by heart. He currently writes for children and promotes local literary works. He generously gave us tickets for the D’Wonder Twins of Boac which I never knew that it guaranteed VIP seats.  Grazie! My March 2, 2013 would never be completed without this mentor.

Yesterday was buena mano for March – a month of bloodbath from a pile of works. I hope to have this cool experience the coming days.

Have you ever seen a monster? Been chased by someone you fear? Or meet someone from a far place? Probably, every question abovementioned is possible in your dreams. Dreams are these unlimited and involuntary shuttering of imageries while sleeping or unconscious. It is a human experience that whets everyone’s interest. Amazingly, this human experience is not just exclusive to us. It extends to certain types of birds and most of the mammals, here the animal kingdoms hares some commonality.

Dream takes a toll on the man’s interest. In fact, there is a study centered on dreams- oneirology. The interpretation of dreams even took created a great faction between world’s most prominent psychologists namely Sigmund Freud and Carl Jung.

There recognizable characteristics of dreams that carry a lot of us. Dreams are more like a pantomime or silent movies. It composes more of images than scent, taste or sound. You are more likely to see yourself flying or falling than hear your roommates talking.

"A dream is, therefore, among other things a projection: an externalization of an internal process." -- Sigmund Freud.

They also show imprints of our personality. Deep in our mind live our hidden thoughts, desires or emotions. Aside from slipping these thoughts in your tongue, we dream of these as if the thoughts remind us that they exist. And that they need to be expressed. 

Basic conflict: Desire to establish an autonomous and independent life either through a career or marriage, preferably the latter, vs. fear of leaving the security provided by the family.

Spotlight dream A1: I dreamed that I volunteered to go overseas as a teacher. I went to Italy to teach the children there. My dream consisted of leaving my family and being very graciously welcomed in Italy by an Army officer and his wife. I was married shortly after my arrival there. Most of my dream was the difficulty I had leaving home.

Interpretation: The basic conflict is clearly projected into this dream. She does leave home, even the country, yet despite the presence of parental substitutes in Italy and a speedy marriage, much of the dream is concerned with the difficulty she has in leaving her home. That the dreamer is aware of the conflict is indicated by the explanatory comment appended to the dream. "I guess this dream has to do with my fear of leaving home. I have never been away for more than a week and my folks keep insisting it would be wise for me to leave for a while."

On 1947, Calvin S. Hall had this interpretation of a personality through dream assessment. The dream clearly showed the defiance of the girl to parental submission.

Sometimes people’s dreams seem to be opaque in nature, uneasily understood. The reason why these dreams become hard to interpret is that they come in symbols. Such symbols may have interpretations relatively varying. Dream moods, a website which serves a dictionary provides this:

Lamp

To see a lamp in your dream symbolizes guidance, hope, inspiration, enlightenment and reassurance. If the lamp is dimly lit or unlit, then it suggests that you are feeling overwhelmed by emotional issues. You have lost your ability to find your own way or see things clearly.

To see a broken lamp in your dream suggests that you are shutting out those who are trying to help you. It is also symbolic of disappointments, misfortune and bad luck.

Sausage

To see or eat sausage in your dream symbolizes material values. It may also represent the phallus and thus refers to sexual feelings or tension. 

Dreams also concertize our memories. As you notice, dreams seem to be continuing. They tend to be like television series as it appears as a similar continued dream from the past. Actually, these dreams resembles reality our past experiences. They recur in such a manner that they are derived from one origin- our memory. McNamara’s studies show high similarities upon comparing a diary to one’s dreams. If a man visits a blue room, he will most likely dream of a blue room. In this way dreams become aids to our recall of thoughts.    

Our surreal thoughts carry a lot of meanings and reflections to our self especially our personality. Dreams cannot be compounded in a single book, they are man’s unfathomable experiences that we continue to unravel. 

Did the question ever struck your thought on what will happen to the future of humanity. Given the complexities of this common period, are we yet to evolve?

 Evolution in a plain sense means continuous process changing form simple to complex or simply turning to a better sate. Man’s evolutionary trace is founded on the idea that humans descend from apes. Then this ape turns to a man through various external changes in the course of time. This process, as what Charles Darwin coins, is Natural Selection. The one who fits with the nature is the one who is most likely to survive the next generation. Therefore, it is humans who adopt the order of nature. By adaptation, we change biologically to cope with the natural standard. Until now evolution does not cease to end its job. It is still a living machine that is meant to changes us.

Experts have been dealing with this Darwinian thought. A lot of theories came in to define the dilemma surrounding man’s evolution. But between and among these theories comes the Charles Darwin of our age – Chip Walter. He filled the words in AllThingsHuman.net and www.chipwalter.com. He also writes for Slate, Wall Street Journal, and Scientific American. His latest book “Last Ape Standing: The Seven-Million-Year Story Of How and Why We Survived,” shares simple but astonishing views on the evolution next door. The book was available last February 29, 2013.

One of the book’s arguments is that Natural Selection will mutate man as it mutated the previous living things. And that it doesn’t end. Humans, as the last apes standing, are not exempt from biological alterations. But adaptation will not be initiated by nature. In this contemporary era, technology shares the role of mutating humans. It begins form the very food we eat to the gadgets we use.

“In ourselves we may finally have me our match: an evolutionary force to which even we cannot adapt.”

-       Chip Walter

Man, as rational animals, are highly creative most especially on their needs and wants. We are holistic animals with formidable mental faculties, innate emotions and compact physique. We have been busy changing the earth. But every action equates to different consequences. Man’s creations cause many consequences including the very end of our human existence.

Aside from the technology that will stirs the alteration of human. Stress comes in as a psychological factor which may change the biological structure of humans gradually.

Gradual change to due to technology will commence. Man will change artificially change due to genetic engineering. These new forms of man are called transhumanists. They will transcend the boundaries that we have now including our current biological constraints. They are the next versions of human. Their capacities go beyond the normal speed, strength and other human qualities. Walter also underscored that blood especially its hemoglobin may be commercialized and be set as a commodity needed for survival. The male and female species will be passé. Man’s reproductive identity will be futile; meaning our capacity to produce offspring will be less possible. The creation of humans will be on genetic centers. 

Asteroid collision and global cataclysms will not only be the threat to humanity but even our very own creations. It is in these future events that we are changed and an artificial natural selection is established. This clearly modifies the order of natural selection by which man has been used to adopt with. Vividly, it is man’s invention gives birth to consequences that threaten the humanity’s existence. 

The book provides an innovative approach to continue the perspectives of Darwin. It draws a modern essence on man’s future evolution.       

One would often see Professor Nanette Conception-Narito (not Naruto) walking by the hallways, calling in one of red angle’s phone booth every afternoon or dropping by the College of Education’s offices.  She would always leave the portrait, hoping not to be still like the campus walls. She’s almost everywhere.

Her students would sometimes be annoyed of her ‘narito way’ composed of energizing rituals- vigorous clapping, stretching, arms forward, shouting yells. But after a full semester of unfailing energizers, everyone will just take the routine as a part of their day.

She owes her life of routine and motion to her parents. As a daughter of a Brigadier General and a Principal, doubt nothing why she possesses such qualities. Her childhood days were a balance of enjoyment and disciple rather than stifling. When asked about her thoughts on whose path to take (mother or father), she readily replies, “Mother!” Prof. Narito stressed that she doesn’t want to cut the lineage of teachers in the family tree. Aspirations to the teaching career came at a less mature stage. She would be inspired when she witnessed her mother teaching to a point of childish mimicry.

 Being a daughter of a general and a principal is her edge. Their modes of discipline would catapult her to flying colors. She graduated Valedictorian at E. Rodriguez Elementary school with Presidential merits. While in High school, she finished the academic race as an honor student at the University of the Philippines Preparatory High School. Until she reached her doctoral studies, Prof. Narito consistently bagged a record of being a scholar and an academic achiever. But she didn’t miss the high school giggles,   “I was once UP Miss Alma Mater.”

Division of City Schools and Jose Abad Santos High School opened its doors; there she started to be a teacher and a coordinator as well. “It was a feeling of accomplishment.” She was overwhelmed upon reaching her dream.

In the 1980’s she got married to Mr. Aristeo C. Narito, a real estate broker. A hard facet of her life came in when she gave birth to her first born. She was torn in joggling her role as a teacher, mother and wife.  Initially, balancing took a laborious effort but she got used to it. The labor was brought to a higher level when she had twins while on her doctoral studies. “Imagine, tending three cribs.”  With a very supportive family she was able to hurdle these maternal challenges.

After finishing doctoral, her mother passed away. There was difficulty in accepting the loss of her great inspiration.  As a way of moving on, she focused on her rearing children. She would take doubled efforts to produce time for her responsibilities. Despite the time constraints, Prof. Narito faced the normal motherly duties such as mentoring her children. That’s why her family appreciates her as teacher and mother, at the same time. With this, she regards her profession as a ‘blessing.’

Who says it is impossible to serve two masters at the same time? Prof. Narito serves a living proof that you can serve two masters with proper management of constrained time.

Dr. Narito’s tale doesn’t speak epics, not even begging “narito ako” for recognition. It plainly stands out as an imprint of the many challenges in the education landscape. Family, especially children, takes a apposite consideration. When asked to choose what to prioritize, she answers “both.” She was able to show in her utterance that deep in her lies a willing soul of a teacher and a mother – unceasing and undying.  She would maintain the harmony of both duties without risking the other. As one of her students said, “Regardless of filling the semester with boom-claps or yahoos, it would always be happy to learn with Maam Narito.”

Dr. Narito is here, living and breathing, to show us that we can find ways to fulfill our duties. She is here to claim not accolade but the virtue of acceptance to every man’s struggle. In every struggle that we have, creativity must triumph. Whenever we are on drought, miserable or helpless, please remember this teacher saying, “Narito ako.”