The sky seemed to contradict our festive plans; it expressed itself through occasional rain shower and donned in sullen grey looks. Nevertheless, it actually didn’t interfere our main objective of the day: to attend the 50th Annual Honor’s Day Convocation at the Claire McGil Luce Auditorium last Feburary 15, 2008—in overly-prepared get-ups.
This year’s guest speaker added more truth to the adage, “small is terrible.” Indeed, Ms. Mikaela Irene Fudolig is one little woman you would fear crossing paths when it comes to the intricacies of Physics. Well, she was just a UP-Diliman summa cum laude graduate in Physics at the age of 17. One thing I was really glad at that afternoon was her short speech. Thank goodness we didn’t have to bear longer, sitting on those cold metal chairs, listening to dull miles-long speeches like in the previous years. I enjoyed her metaphoric tale about the grass (yes, the weeds) in relation to our attitude. It’s hard to explain everything in here so it’s up to you to connect the two.
I was also particularly happy on the fact that, finally, my course had already been recognized! Unlike in the last two years the announcer would just say this: “Fred Jordan Mikhail T. Carnice… Arts!” Heck, I have a proper course! I am Creative Writing major for three straight years. And last Friday, they had just pulled off the right thing except for two things that made my sudden elation collapse: Ms. Annabelle Paa mispronounced my third name (Michael instead of Mikhail—that’s “meek-heyl”), and the people of the world just misspelled the same name on my certificate. Damn it!
With all the minor bluffs that occurred that day, I simply forget them. Maybe with my unsolicited angst the Lord won’t give me any chances of sitting inside the auditorium again! No, please, no.
This year’s guest speaker added more truth to the adage, “small is terrible.” Indeed, Ms. Mikaela Irene Fudolig is one little woman you would fear crossing paths when it comes to the intricacies of Physics. Well, she was just a UP-Diliman summa cum laude graduate in Physics at the age of 17. One thing I was really glad at that afternoon was her short speech. Thank goodness we didn’t have to bear longer, sitting on those cold metal chairs, listening to dull miles-long speeches like in the previous years. I enjoyed her metaphoric tale about the grass (yes, the weeds) in relation to our attitude. It’s hard to explain everything in here so it’s up to you to connect the two.
I was also particularly happy on the fact that, finally, my course had already been recognized! Unlike in the last two years the announcer would just say this: “Fred Jordan Mikhail T. Carnice… Arts!” Heck, I have a proper course! I am Creative Writing major for three straight years. And last Friday, they had just pulled off the right thing except for two things that made my sudden elation collapse: Ms. Annabelle Paa mispronounced my third name (Michael instead of Mikhail—that’s “meek-heyl”), and the people of the world just misspelled the same name on my certificate. Damn it!
With all the minor bluffs that occurred that day, I simply forget them. Maybe with my unsolicited angst the Lord won’t give me any chances of sitting inside the auditorium again! No, please, no.
(photos 1 and 3 by Godwin Lim)
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