I may not be a party animal, but I can distinguish a party from a gathering pretending to be one.
I am, of course, referring to the “street party” that took place in front of the Main Building last Jan. 31. It was more of a presentation for a speech class rather than a street party. And if someone would insist it was, it was something that did not measure up to the street parties before.
It failed to showcase Thomasian talents considering that only a few groups performed. Even then, only few of them gave something that would be considered a performance. I found them hardly entertaining.
Even the presence of the candidates for this year’s Mr. and Ms. Thomasian Personality search failed to redeem the night. It was simply a party that failed to take off.
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The Baccalaureate Mass set on March 24 marks the graduation of Batch 2003. With only six weeks to go, I cannot help but be anxious of what life awaits every graduate.
Perhaps at this moment, I would want to avoid the possibility that come April, I would join the job-hunting sector of the society. Instead, I would like to savor the four years that I have been in the University, three of which have been spent in the Varsitarian.
Maybe it’s harder to leave an organization that almost became my bachelors degree and relegated my Biochemistry class to a merely extra-curricular activity than to think that I would be on my own after leaving the university.
I spent more sleepless nights in front of a computer writing articles, revising, and layouting the pages of the paper than learning my lessons.
Perhaps I only learned what I wanted to in order to know something else. But what I need to learn now is how to forget what I have been used to. Because in no time, I will be turning over my post and then I have to leave.
