A Day with Hitler

A Day with Hitler

     I think that almost all of us know who Adolf Hitler is. He is that man whom for many is a very cruel man that killed thousands of lives during their time. You might find me crazy for thinking that I want to have a day with Hitler. Of course, I have my own reasons and my own rights to have that even if it's just an imagination right?

     Maybe, just maybe, no one idolize Adolf Hitler. For myself, I don't really like him, even from the moment I learned who he was. For me, I just want to have a day with him, a simple chat and a simple conversation between two men. I just wanted to ask him firstly, on why he really did such things? And why did he hate the Jews so much that he killed almost all of them.

     I thought that I might have no rights to ask those kinds of questions to him, but there's no limitation in imagining right?

How My Life Changed

How My Life Changed

     They say that the only thing permanent in this world "change." Well, I do believe this saying. I can really say that there is no living thing that can live forever. Even non-living things have an expiration date or the date when they will be gone. Well, how did really my life changed?

     It was our elementary days back then, I was a grade six student who was trying my best to be at the top for my parents. I really liked to follow the steps of how my sister graduated. Well unfortunately it'll not be. It was almost graduation day that day and the parents of the honor students were called in a meeting. My knees began to tremble the moment I saw the face of my mother. Of course, I tried to avoid my parents, I went to the canteen, went with my friends, and tried my best to keep my mind of thinking how a fail I was. 

     The moment my mother went out of the room, I saw her face all red and feeling uneasy. I was afraid to approach her, so I didn't. I was hearing from my classmates that I wasn't the first in our class. I also saw the face of my opponents, who were twin sisters, and that moment, my heart began to beat fast. I was afraid that the rumors were true that I was not the first in our class. Then our adviser called all of us and told us our grades. Tears began to fall from my eyes the moment I heard that I wasn't the first. I felt depressed not because I was the third but because I disappointed my parents, especially my mother who was really giving effort for my studies, whereas I treat my studies only as a game.

     When I got home, I didn't find my mother, my grandmother and my sibling told me that she was rushed to the hospital after going from our school. After getting to the hospital, I knew that she had a mild-stroke. I was shocked from that instant, I could not say a word nor can I make a move. I could not look directly to my mother's eyes. I went out of the room and I felt that as if my world is crumbling. My mind keeps thinking that it was my fault, and I'm a useless child. I felt really guilty so I tried my best to be a better child of my parents.

     Up to this day, I still remember those days and I always think of these as some of the challenges in my life that I would encounter. I think of this to inspire myself and I try to make myself a better child in our family, and a better person for the world.

My Life as a Third-Year in CavSci

My Life as a Third-Year in CavSci

     "The roots of education are bitter, but the fruit is sweet." - Aristotle

As the quote says, there will always be hardships in learning, but the outcome will always be sweet and it will surely benefit us. And I consider education, as the key to success.

     My third-year life as a whole, hmmm... How can I express it in words? Maybe I'll just state one word, "INDESCRIBABLE." My third year in CavSci, I never thought that it would be this fun. It's as if I don't want to leave this time. I'm wishing that this would never end, but I know that whatever happens, tomorrow will come. I wish that I could stay longer with my friends, or my classmates. I treasure them all along with our memories. I love them all for being there to help me, for being there to extend their reach whenever I needed them. But not only my classmates are special, even the teachers in our school.

     Others might think that teachers in CavSci are too strict and would never show care for you. But that is WRONG, they are people who treat students as their own children. Even some of the teachers in our school would risk just to discipline us students. Maybe some would not understand but each student should learn to appreciate the teachers. For without them, there would be no hope for the future. They mold students to becoming future leaders and we should treasure each memory our teachers would leave us.

     Ah, English! I remember myself trembling on how our English in third-year would be. I was nervous on how our teacher would be, I was hearing that she's very strict, a bit scary, and somewhat terrifying. So, during our first meeting with our teacher, I kept silent and I was just observing our teacher's characteristics and her personalities. And it turned out that she's not bad at all, in fact, I think I'll like this teacher!

    During the early months of our school year, I concluded that our teacher is very kind, a woman with respect, and she treats her students as her own children. She taught us with all her heart and taught us values, even though her subject is English. I admire my teacher's passion for teaching, and I can't believe myself that I really liked our English class this year. I became more responsible, and disciplined in this subject.

     There are many hardships and challenges I faced during this school year. But without these challenges, I would not be me this time. I would not compare this school year to my past years, but I can tell anyone that I loved my third-year life, and I can proudly say that I enjoyed this school year!

Apology Letter

February 10, 2014

Bucana Sasahan,   

Naic, Cavite          

Dear Adrianne,

       I know we've been friends since first year in this school, but with those days, we had countless arguments. I'm thinking right now that if you're starting tot read this letter, you'll be laughing instead of being serious because I know that you're not used in these kinds of letters. I mean, all of us are not used in writing letters.

      Almost every week, with our friends, we hang out and go and have some fun. We often play basketball, but sometimes, we all just hang out in the computer shop at Naic. We're used in saying bad things about each other, we're used in trashtalking each other, and I know that sometimes, I may hurt your feelings. I know that sometimes, I can go too far and may hurt you without you, showing it to us thinking that you might be embarrassed.

       I know that you might not take this seriously but from the bottom of my heart, I thank God for letting me meet true friends like you. But I know that without these arguments and quarrels we had, our friendship with each other would not go as deep as it is now. I'm writing this apology letter to ask for your forgiveness and may our friendship stay stronger!

Your friend,

Ryan

I Have My Own Special Ways

I Have My Own Special Ways

     "Try not to become a man of success, but rather try to be a man of value." -Albert Einstein

As the quote simply tells us, a man's value is not measured by his/her success, it's how he/she treats others and how he/she is appreciated by his deeds in life.

     I know that I am special in my own ways, I know that I am unique and there's no question to that. I can sometimes be sweet to the people I care about. But I can be an enemy when someone I love is hurt. I have special ways in showing my love for other people, and there's nothing you can do about it. No one can judge me until they know my whole story. No one can ever tell me what to do, and no one has the right to tell me what's wrong and what's right.

     I'm repeating it, I have my own special ways on showing what I feel, what I like, and what I want to do. I'm unique because there are no persons that are exactly the same. Even the twins have something uncommon with each other, so how can someone be the same as me?

Why Did I?

Why Did I?

     In this world of ours, there are many things that we regret. There are many things we try to forget, and there are many things we all try to change. But I know one thing for sure, what's past, is past. There is only one permanent thing in the world, and that is change. All things change, so always be prepared on what might happen next. As a young teenager, I have suffered through many trials, many challenges, and there are things that I might regret for the rest of my life.

     During my elementary days, I had lots of fun. I didn't care of what my actions would bring me to. I played as if there was no tomorrow, I had fun as if there were no more smiles for me left, and I did not care and did not see the love of the people around me. I was used in being the top of our class, even from nursery, up to grade four. But starting from I think, grade 4, I had these opponents in class, they were twin sisters. So as expected, I was not able to be in the top when I was in grade 5. I accepted it even I knew that I disappointed my parents. 

     In the last days of my grade six in ICS, we had the meeting for the graduation. The honors were announced in our class, and I was shocked that I was only the 3rd honors. I felt that my heart was torned to pieces and I could not accept it because I knew that I gave my best. When the parents were around for the final meeting, my mother really felt bad that her blood pressure got high and she was brought to the hospital. That night, I also went to the hospital where my mother was, and I knew that my mother had a mild stroke. I felt severe sorrow, the first thing that came up my mind was that it was me who caused all of this. If only I had studied more, and focused more on my studies, none of these would have happened. Days have passed, and I can't help not to think about it, I did not have the strength to look at my mother when I was hearing her with my father cry. They both thought of how things would work out now, I felt that my heart was beating so fast.

     After some years have passed by, I try to study harder and show my parents that I will do better. I will make them proud because I don't want to hear them cry anymore. Until now, I still tremble whenever I think about those times. But I believe that there should be no regrets in life, because if you chose that decision, stand up for it. I don't consider these happenings as mistakes, but as lessons in life.

A Blessing from God

Dear God,

            I thank You oh Lord for bestowing upon me, my humble parents. For without them, I would not be living in this world. I thank You for the parents that were there for me, from the moment I was born in this world. I know that my parents aren’t perfect for others, but for me, I could not wish for more. They are my inspiration; they are the ones giving me the push to carry on in my life no matter what. Thank You for all the blessings that You’ve given them, me, and our whole family. Thank You for letting them understand my mistakes in life. Thank You for giving them the strength to face the problems that were often caused by me. And thank You so much for making me their son. Being a child of them is not an easy task, but I know that being a parent for four naughty children would be a lot harder. Lord, please give them a longer life, so we could be with them for a longer time. I know that no living thing is permanent in the world, but please let me show my love for them. I can’t explain on words and I can’t mention all the things You have given our family, but I would like to simply thank You for making me a part of our present family. I would also like to ask for Your forgiveness if sometimes, I don’t treat them well, I don’t respect them, and sometimes, I don’t care for them. It’s just because of my emotions that sometimes, I would not notice and become careless of what my actions or words would do. But with You, I am sure that everything would turn out to be just fine.

Your Child,

Ryan Binsol