Monthly Archives: May 2012

What Happens in a Reunion?

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I like reunions, no matter what kind it is ( though I have only been to two kinds, high school and family). But sadly, my image of high school reunion shattered when my professor shared his opinion regarding the matter.

A few days before, during a lecture, somebody brought up the topic of high school. My professor then said he is not at all excited in seeing his high school friends because all they do is “talk about the good old day” and “talk about the crap they are doing with their lives“.

Today, I went out with some of my high school friends and realized my professor was right. We talked for hours about our elementary years (yes, not even high school), debating upon whether who were classmates and who weren’t. We talked about college and all the failures and hardships we have faced upon getting there. Despite the pointless topics raised in the conversation, it was fun.

The point of a reunion is to catch up with each others lives, reconnect old relationships and improve old ones. Even if the days we and our old friends spend together are gone, new memories are added because of a single day/ a few hours. We laugh at our old mistakes- the ones we never had the guts to face head on.  Yes, we laugh until the late hours of the night.

I like reunions, even if all we do is remember. 

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Spotting New Meat

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It sunk in. Yes it has. I saw them this morning with their bigger-than-their-body backpacks and shy grins on their faces. I am no longer the baby of the campus. I am no longer a freshman, and they are.

Some upperclassmen, not that I have seen or experienced before, like to bully cute little freshmen. So, I’ve devised this little list to help those future freshmen out there. This is how we, rather I as an upperclassman, identify freshmen or as how we call them, “freshies”.

Signs one is a freshman in college: (at least what I think applies here in my university)

1. If the university has no uniforms, they are wearing neat and proper clothes. If the university has, they usually have cleaner uniforms.

example: long pants, collared shirts, rubber shoes, shiny black shoes

2. They carry large  and bigger than their body backpacks. When you ask them for something, they have it.

example: Ask for a yellow pad, they have it. Ask for scissors they have it. Literally, a walking, talking , breathing mall.

3. They carry a long clear envelope of their files like class cards, forms. (A/N: I don’t understand why they’re so proud to show it off.)

4. Parents accompany them everywhere from orientations to meeting professors, enrollment. Everywhere. And usually, it is not just one parent, but the whole family, even the little baby.

5. They often have a map of the campus, and asks for directions when they get lost. Upperclassmen find this as a great opportunity to “help” them.

P.S. Freshies, welcome to the world known as the rest of your life. And please, you got into university with a brain, use it with great and wise judgement.

Again Welcome!

Social Experiment: Results

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Whenever I would see a person sitting on a wheelchair in the mall or any place other than the hospital, I would secretly follow them with my eyes. That’s it. I would not even think of why they were there. Just stare at them. And after a few minutes, I would simply forget about them, as if I never saw them.

So, when I first heard of the assignment, I was really excited. I have always wanted to conduct a social experiment, and with this I am able to do so. And in result, I gained a new perspective, standing behind a chair with wheels.

Right after church, my brother and I went to the SM North Edsa to conduct the experiment. I was looking forward to it at first, but when I was about to start the actual project, I felt shy and nervous. Looking back, I don’t know why I felt that way. Why was there anxiety? Was there a need for it?

I got the wheelchair from the stall near the main building. Then, I went to meet with my brother at our rendezvous point, near the bathroom in the first floor. He also looked forward to the experiment, and volunteered to sit on my behalf.  When he sat, it became more difficult to push and turn. After a few minutes of walking around the first floor, I got used to it. We walked for some time, but the people around doesn’t seem to care though I did  see a few heads turn as we passed by, with rather puzzled faces. They moved out of the way as we walked, and that’s it.

When we tried to go to a different floor, we needed to ride the elevator. It was alright, but riding in the elevator made me realize how bulky a wheelchair is. A number of people can fit inside an elevator, but with a wheelchair, it gets even fewer.

The floor we walk on seems so different when I pushed the wheel chair. It was much smoother and easier to push in the block, but when I went out to the sky garden, I needed to work a little bit harder when pushing. These are the fine details I do not notice when I walk on my own, but for a person helping someone with the wheelchair, it makes a big difference.

Entering a store is a lot harder. Stores do not have much space to move around. With tables piled with clothes in the middle and shelves hanged on the sides, it was very difficult to try to squeeze in a wheelchair inside, especially one with many people.  I didn’t try to enter any store with the wheelchair, afraid to bump and break anything inside.

After about an hour, I dropped my brother off and said goodbye to one of the most useful devices ever invented.

Overall, the experience was very exciting and meaningful. I learned to appreciate more what I have and can do. Not everyone has the same ability as I can, to walk, jump, and run. They have to struggle to go find an elevator, without even having the option to take the escalator or the stairs. Their movements are bound by the four sides of their chairs, and they have a hard time doing things on their own. Without the assistance of others, they have a hard time trying to experience even an ounce of entertainment and leisure.

On the other hand, I saw the immense change on how typical people view persons with physical disabilities. Though a few people did turn their heads when we passed, but their faces showed no disgust, or any other forms of discrimination. Times have changed the views of people towards them. They snow show, respect, care and compassion, unlike before.

People with disabilities are people too. They have right to go out and have fun, to not feel discriminated when they do, just like me and you.