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Ph.D. Calling

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          So now, you are a Ph.D. You begin to see the light that the rise in the academic ranks has offered you. Optimistic now, you feel the change. You are deemed wiser by others and have also felt it to be true. Though you may not know it, new stern hurdles may beset the road of your one-way journey. You still flounder both mentally and emotionally and realize becoming a full-fledged Ph.D. is not easy after all.            Life after getting that degree is comparable to that of a runner. That is, paces are more tracked, longer and exacting. Spectators would seem to be seeking for more. They need the equivalent of the price they earlier paid. These spectators whom you thought were your cohorts, your mentors and adherents in the field can be the very people who would rob you off the prize. Taken by surprise, they jump on you and push you aside, thinking that you are now, an able-competitor. But then you had held on to the idea that it has never been a march toward

ALPHABET POEM

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The ‘Spirit’ Behind 231 A cting indefatigable is what we see, it’s true B ehaving as if everyday starts life anew C onstructing strategies and D igesting lessons after we chew E xplaining why George Bush is head over heels in love with you F iguring out that there is more G rab your materials now let us explore H overing us up to I magine things that there is life in reading J uggling words in our minds we made poems in writing K nitting sequences and realizing that we can chart L etting you notice that this is all from the heart M aking us plain browsers to real readers N umbering our learnings with our fingers for O pening possibilities we owe P assing the course… hoping not a "NO" Q uestioning and R ebuking S ends chills in the 231’s T elling us that there really is a big chance of U nnerving the topics by V isualizing what’s into stories and W eeding out details for priced glories. So wha

Blue

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T he shades just wanly passed my way Of once colorful splashes of hue Skies turned silver The yellows gone You smashed the red and changed my greens too You left me paley white At this golden instance Now all I can remember Are hazy shades of YOU . . . I made this poem way back my Masteral days in 2006. We were tasked by Prof.  Concesa Lagare  to create poems using COLORS. I chose blue (being my favorite) not realizing emotion surfaced.Reading this now,I could still feel its intensity and nostalgic whip...I guess, my twist of a Limerick one gave the stance and attitude to make it as it was...enjoy!

ON VALUES Learned

MAN, in the course of his LIFE, learns. Learning is actualized and proven that there is such occurrence when something in him CHANGES – his attitudes and outlook of things around him. I have assessed myself this past few years and have approximated all the VALUES I have learned in time – the value of PATIENCE and SELFLESSNESS. When I started teaching at a university, my expectations toward my students were big. I sometimes lose my temper in the middle of the class and assert my being the Master of the room. Later on, I realized that I couldn’t put my way of thinking with that of my students. I slowly embraced the idea of individuality- that each has his own capabilities, his LIMITATIONS. Now, I can laugh with my students, play on to their incompetent response to questions at times and making their FAILURES as nothing to be worried about. I realized that I need to be of a good example to them by showing them and not by telling them what they ought to DO and what they need

Point,point,line...

My first day with Ms. Myra Beltran proved to be a real opener to the world of Contemporary dance. More than I have expected it to be, dance composition has taken a higher plane than just the dynamics one needs to learn. The technique class was an agonizing starter that made me love the floor and realize that the dancer needs to embrace his basic space- the floor or the ground. Finding one’s center and making it the source of all movements make everything easy. Yes, this was easier said than done. I have learned this in our Modern Dance class but there’s a time to rekindle and relish every bit of the feeling again. Laban cube taught me the basic of going from one point to another and finishing it into a LINE without compromising the process. Every choreographer, I believe, should go back to these essentials. True to what Ms. Beltran has said, a lot of movement and meaning can be drawn if a choreographer views the space from the outside. As complex as it is, breakin

The Big Night

A big night of big REFLECTION The MKD Big Night is a conglomerated school activity with the intention of joining the P.E. and Humanities Nights into one purposeful event. In believing that LEARNING transgresses the four walls of a classroom and a measure of innumerable angles of intelligences, it has metamorphosed into more than what is EXPECTED- the students stepping into the mold of MATURITY in such a short period of time. Basic performing arts discipline are enmeshed with the textbook knowledge that students have drawn through the course of study, exhaustingly realizing the value of believing in oneself- that there is something everyone can SHARE. Leadership skills are fine-tuned, abilities in script-writing and delivery are augmented. Added to that, raw gifts for stage designing, managing, costume making and even to the higher end of directing are tapped, developed into serious considerations. In support, the faculty has proven to be sure-fire of the entertainment vit