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...
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!
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-competi...
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