10 Things Every Student From Veritas Catholic School Can Relate To
Veritas Catholic School is a small school but its students are definitely creative especially with what they do in school. So what happens on a daily basis with these students? Here are 10 things that Veritans can relate to.
- "Excuse me? Nasaan ID mo?"
And that is what you hear right before you enter the gates of the school. If your haircut does not adhere to the standards of the institution, you'll be sent off with a warning. If you don't have your ID or you're late, then you can say hello to the prefect of students. So you find yourself saying, "Kuya Guard, ngayon lang please."
- "Assume the mudra position!"
Says our Christian Living teacher amongst the students that are seated on the gymnasium floor. Every Tuesday morning for our flag ceremony, we would pray before we salute the flag. So he will announce to everyone with his booming voice and a gong on his right to "assume the mudra position." Once you hear the three rings and he catches you not praying, you better expect a call out and pray he doesn't ask you to give him an essay about it.
- Tuesday sickness
Tuesday sickness applies to those who are a part of the ACP (Aerospace Cadets of the Philippines) or what everyone knows as ROTC. This means there are about a maximum of 3 or 5 students absent from a batch of 50+ Every. Single. Tuesday. No one condones this kind of behavior but it has become a game for us to see who's absent that day.
- School spirit
Veritas students show so much school spirit and support for their friends that they'll go out of their way to see their games. The school would sometimes allow certain classes to give their entire support for our varsities and let them watch the game until the end of it. You can at least hear one girl screaming her lungs out for her best friend or boyfriend. It's such an experience feeling that kind of unity. It's basically a family supporting its members. Definitely one of the traits Veritans will always have.
- Sneaking food into class
Every student has done this before, but what's harder in Veritas is that you have to avoid the CCTV cameras and the hall monitors. It's like playing James Bond as you try to sneak into the classroom. Not to mention the other students smelling your food and asking to have some. It's definitely a fight for survival. As long as you don't make a mess and the classroom is clean, you're good to go.
- "Bes, penge paper."
Shout out to all the kids who actually buy pad paper for the whole class! You guys are truly the MVP of the class—we owe you one. Every time there's a seatwork or a pop quiz, you can for sure expect someone asking for a ballpen or a piece of paper.
- "Bro! May homework ba?"
This seriously happens every time—someone is doing homework before school starts. Time management is not the strongest suit of all teenagers. Cramming is not advisable, but it's your choice. The race against the teacher coming in is way too real.
- Sleeping everywhere and anywhere!
They can literally sleep anywhere and everywhere. They can sleep on chairs, tables, desks, on the staircase, on the floor, and benches. Sleep is essential especially when you pull all nighters for projects and essays. One time one kid literally fell asleep while standing! How is that even possible?
- Thesis, investigatory project, and SDG debates
Basically these are the three most important things any Veritan must never mess up and slack off on. Your entire grade for the quarter depends on it. You want a good grade? Make sure your defense is solid and your facts are true. Wikipedia is not a reliable source and every student knows that there's no way you can get out of this. Here's an advice coming from a 10th Grader: sources are everything and paraphrasing is good. Never copy-paste unless you want your work to get a 0!
- Second chances
The best thing about Veritas is how kind the teachers are. Second chances are rare but if they know you're really trying your best to pass, they'll give you a second chance! This is why kids these days shouldn't slack off and give credit to their teachers. They try so hard and all they really want is for their students to pass. So better pass those assignments and projects on time and be kind. Kindness goes a long way and for sure these teachers do their best to give that. For sure I won't ever forget those who never gave up on me.
Veritas Catholic School is like any other school in the Philippines, but what makes our small school special is the fact that these teachers never give up on us and the students will always continue to create something beautiful. This small school has taught me so many things and even if we're cheeky sometimes, the teachers make sure to remind us of our values and I think every Veritan can relate to this.
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Today, I am sharing my mother's story. I wish my mother was a constant in my life, like an angel who guards you to sleep and comes right there when you called. But angels come back home too, in heaven where they always belonged, and my mother went back a little early. My mother died when I was 13 years old. My last memory of my mother: Letting go when you are not yet ready is a very cruel thing that one has to ever experience. It is a sudden wave of total sadness and desperation crashing into your very core.
On the 28th of July 2013, we went to a resort in Bataan for the employees’ getaway. My parents own a 7-11 franchise, and it had always been a tradition to give their store clerks a get-together every year. I remember very well the last breakfast I had with my mother. The Sunday morning sky was clear and sunny, and the sea was calm and tranquil as we ate our breakfast on a cottage under the tall palm trees. She shared with us a strange dream she had the other night. She dreamt about an unknown woman holding an ice pick chasing her down on a dimly lit street, then she woke up just before the woman could grab her arm. We never knew what that dream exactly meant and now, I wished I never knew its meaning. After breakfast, my family and our employees decided to take a swim at the beach. The day was nice. The morning air may be chilly but the sun’s kiss on our skins gave us warmth. It was perfect. Everything is fine and the tides are low which made it very enjoyable to swim. We swam a little farther from the shore and we stopped to the point where the water reached our shoulders. We were talking about the good things in life and reminiscing the good old days. Those are the things that I’ve always loved about my family because I never had a meaningless conversation with them.
A few moments later, we heard a panicking call for help from one of our store clerks. It was Rachel. She was struggling to keep her head above water. She was already drowning but the odd thing was, she was only a few feet away from us. At first, we thought she was just playing around until we felt the sand in our toes dissolving like powder. It felt like as if the seafloor submerged deeper. I remembered sighting the shore and it seemed so close yet very far away. We were all panicking at that time. No one knew how to swim except my mother so without having second thoughts she swam towards Rachel and called out to my father, “Yung mga anak mo! Dalhin mo sa pampang yung mga anak mo!” and I never thought I already heard my mother’s last words to my father. I was paddling like a dog, gasping for air, as I say a little prayer to God to take us all back to safety. I felt my father grabbing our swimsuits, trying to lift our bodies so we can breathe even though he was also struggling to keep himself alive. Once I felt my toes touch the ground, there came a veil of relief that covered my whole body. As soon as my father and my sister made it to the shore we started calling out for help. There were no lifeguards on duty at that time, no personnel, nor guards. I saw my mother already floating in her stomach. We sighted a boat sailing nearby, we waved our hands and called for their attention. They almost ignored us because they cannot comprehend what we were trying to relay but the good thing was a passenger in the boat noticed my mother and Rachel in the water.
My mother’s body was laid on the shore. She was unconscious and her whole body was pale as white. My father performed CPR but my mother couldn’t get the water come out of her mouth because the food she ate earlier got stuck in her throat and blocked the passage. A concerned tourist offered his car to deliver my mom in a nearby health center or a clinic of some sort since the hospital was miles away from the beach and she needs immediate care. My father told us to stay in the hotel room and prepare mom’s belongings so that if she wakes up she has fresh clothes to change into. My sister and I finished packing our things and waited for our father to pick us up from the hotel. I was crying and I couldn’t stop myself because I was afraid to lose my mother. I couldn’t imagine what my life would be if I lose her that day. Moments lasted until we heard a knock on the door and it was my father, crying, and apologizing to us. He hugged me and my sister tightly and saying, “Sorry, anak, sorry hindi na uuwi si mommy, sorry hindi ko nasagip si mommy”. And that was the moment I felt sinking into the ground. I never knew what to feel at first. I was numb because my worries were now actually a reality that I have to live in. I was at shock because I am now one of the kids in those cliche teleseryes who lost a mother at an early age. We went to the health center to settle everything. The clinic was very small and it sure did lack equipment. He told us to stay in the car. I wanted to see my mom, but I know he never wanted us to see her like that. I didn’t know what to feel. I was having high anxiety levels that my stomach is churning and I wanted to vomit. I got off the car and entered the health center to find the restroom. When I was finding my way around, I passed by the emergency room. I saw my mother lying in a foldable bed, lifeless, her hands dangling from the side of the bed, she has violet bruises on her skin, and her body was partially covered with a white towel.
That is when it sunk into me that she’s dead and never coming back. My father asked the others to just commute back to Manila because what we need right now is comfort from our family. The drive back home was one of the most painful memory I had as a kid. My father was in the steering wheel crying his eyes out. We drove from Bataan to Pampanga. We went home to my grandmother’s house, the nearest house that we can call “home” because how are we still going to be “home” without her?
Once we reached Pampanga, we stopped over to the gas station and my father made some calls to our loved ones to tell them that my mother passed away. He then called my aunt to help him arrange for the funeral. We got home and my grandmother hugged us and told us to get some rest. Already tired of crying, I went to sleep for a while. I woke up and for a second, I thought everything that happened the other day was all just a dream. That she was there in Manila, sitting on the couch reading some furniture magazine, waiting for us to go home. But that’s how cruel life is, right? I got up and weirdly, I felt sands in the bed. It was gray, just like the ones on the beach. I thought maybe it was just dirt but it was a fair amount to believe that maybe she visited us before she left. - ?
- The part of how I conquered the grief of her passing is shared in my personal blog. I felt the need to share my story with everyone since she's the woman I look up to. Feel free to visit my personal blog too when you have the time. I love writing my stories. Thank You! link: http://qkathreece.wixsite.com/kathreecequizon/post/breaking-waves