“THE VARSITARIAN’S deadline is always nearly dying but never dead. It is guaranteed to bring out the best of the talents and the worst of tempers.”

I do not know if I hit the words right from a 1965 article of the Varsitarian, but what I am sure of is that at this moment, it is a compelling idea.

With four cups of coffee and two cans of coke in my stomach for a six-hour, non-stop, non-blinking “graveyard shift” just to finish my four-page article, I can barely move my fingers as I am trying to accomplish this last assignment—writing my very first column.

In as much as I like this to become memorable, I am afraid I am bound to fail. Because my 250 by 300 nearsighted eyeglasses seems to be losing their touch with time and space. I cannot even say if my words are still tangible or if this PC monitor in front of me is just an image formed by rapid eye movement.

Anyway, I will just hold on to my first statement.

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Everyone undergoes defining phases in his life. Rare are moments of self-destruction, total disobedience, introversion, and perfect blankness. These moments neutralize our super egos, which do not recognize anything except happiness, excellence, wisdom, power, fame, and fortune.

We would strike a balance to keep the cycle of moments going. We should appreciate the gift of sanity these “negative” moments provide us. Waterloos provide us a better perspective of things.

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A new class section means a new period of adjustment. It is like settling down in a new house. Who will be your living room to host your self-absorbed fancies? Who will be your shower that will never fail to freshen up your day after a nightmare? Who will be your dining room that will saturate all your cravings? Who will be your bedroom to provide you comfort and warmth amid the bad weather? Who will be your junk room whose existence only matters when it starts to stink awfully?

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Of now, I am in the process of sorting the “rooms” of my class, placing them according to their instinctive regions of my house—my life.

I hope that the day does not come when I will not just tear down the house because it does not constitute even a simple shelter, after all.

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I would like to thank the readers of the Varsitarian’s Witness section for being responsive to our calls for articles. The section will always be open to contributions or even to your “violent” reactions. Just make sure your materials fall in the right place and in the right hands.

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