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Monday, May 22, 2113

BON VOYAGE!

Poster by Caly Monreal (II BFA Information Design)

All aboard, SOH major!

All summer, your SOH School Board has been working on this blog dedicated to the artists, writers and thespians that make up our school.  We dreamed for an avenue where everybody in SOH can express themselves, grow creatively and hone their passions. In this blog, you will find original visual and literary arts created by SOH students themselves, journals about college, Ateneo and SOH written by selected upperclassmen and news about the school’s organizations, events and professors.

Diving into the artist’s life is bold and daring, which is why S.S Intrepid is here to help you sail the seas and become what every SOH student is: fearless.

Saturday, June 15, 2013

Three Things You Need to Relearn Now That You're in College (!) by Benny G. Tañedo

If you are reading this right now, then congratulations! You’ve successfully allotted enough attention to stay on a webpage that isn’t a social networking site, 9gag, or one of those fascinating You-sites. It’s quite a noble thing to do, really, to answer the resounding call for the betterment of the self; and what better way than through reading! You should be proud of yourself, SOH dude/dudette – your kind is what the world needs now more than ever.
Oh, and you made it to college. No, I’m dead serious with this part: literally thousands of other people–not really any different from you–had to deal with not seeing their name on that list. But your name was there, and now you need to follow through on it. Now you’re here, sitting in front of this computer screen, brushing up on the ins and outs of this excitingly endless rabbit hole.
So what does wonderland have in store for you? Well duh, learning – and lots of it. Then there are the not-so obvious things, which is why you’re reading my article. In college you will be programmed to unlearn, or for some cases, relearn. From your very first day, your perceptions will change when it comes to…
3.) Stereotypes
In college, you’re given the rare opportunity to start over with just about everything. Y’know, clean slate. Untainted reputation. Past is past and all that jazz. That much you’re entitled to, no matter where you’re from. Sounds good, huh? Well, it is! And it should be – who would want to be defined by their past, right?
Somehow, we still fall short on that last part though. It can’t be helped sometimes: we have some good ol’ socially-constructed prejudice inside of us just waiting to be turned into words. Oh, you’re from THAT school? Do u spik ingrish? Okay, this is becoming too painful for me to type out.
Anyway, that’s the harsh reality. Do you want to be a part of that harsh reality? Wait a minute, yeah, you already are. So why not do your part in making it, I dunno, a little less harsh? For one, you can treat others like they genuinely deserve their new, clean slates, and that makes you eligible for the same treatment; especially since you’re all freshmen here. Sure, that sounded like a clever rehash of the Golden Rule, but, quite frankly… uh, fine, it was.
But it makes sense. If you think about it, these stereotypes are rooted in the so-called cliquish culture (think Mean Girls). Do you want your college narrative to be a real-life rendition of Mean Girls? Okay, maybe that wasn’t the right question. But, seriously, I’m telling you now, cliquishness will be your downfall. There are like 2000 people in your batch, and if you’ll limit yourself to who’s familiar, then you’ll be missing out. A lot.
But what about the social ladder? Well, what about it? Just because it (sadly enough) seems to be there doesn’t mean that you should acknowledge it. I personally see it as a ghost from high school: something that haunts your mind from time to time, but in the end is imaginary. That thing won’t work in college – not in this school, bro.
2.) The comfort of certainty
I’m sure you’ve heard this before. College is full of surprises! Bring an umbrella! While that second line is still a highly debatable topic between people from the ~cool~ strata, I can wholeheartedly attest to the first claim.
The thing is, no matter what course you’re getting yourself into, you literally have no idea what exactly you’ll be getting into. Sure, you have your classes, your schedules, your orgs. At best, they are there to give you a sense of structure in the otherwise chaotic mess known as life. Seriously though, nothing can and will prepare you for the landslide of events, yolo-driven or not.
For the people (like me) who have been raised with a tightly scheduled, eight hours all day errday education, there is absolutely no comfort here. Anything can happen, and y’know, for us it sucks to not have control. High school got us used to arrangement and predictability, but college has scarcely any of that. It has the bear minimum, as I mentioned a while ago: your schedule, your course. Everything else, well, you can just shrug your shoulders and make a face.
Believe me though when I say that there is comfort, still, in not knowing. For one thing, you’re no better off than the person next to you – college will be equally uncertain to you both. Then of course, there’s that pleasantness that comes with surprise. Uhm, I don’t think I should explain that any further. It should be 1) self-explanatory and 2) a surprise! Duh.
College still proves to be one hell of a rollercoaster ride, no less cray than high school’s own ride. And while we’re on that topic…
1.) “High school was the [superlative adjective here] four years of my life!”
They say that high school will be the best four years of your life. Obviously, people who say that never made it to college.
Just kidding. I honestly don’t know why my titos and parents keep on insisting on this (maybe I need to attend the homecomings?), but I still can’t tell for sure. Don’t get me wrong – high school was amazing, and I’d gladly go through it all again–stupid mistakes included–just for the experience. It’s a memory I’ll cherish up to my deathbed, where either my closest friends or I will die unexpectedly from all the laughing.
But I can’t just forget what’s in front of me now – college is the here and the now, and there are no sweet hereafters. Well, none that are certain anyway. And like I said earlier, would you want your life to be defined by what has been? Why not focus every last iota of your humanities into what is? Having this fresh chapter that is college, you essentially own so much potential just seething through your veins, awaiting your life-giving touch – and I’m not just speaking on behalf of the artists here.
So far, college has been its own brand of amazeballs. I can’t properly compare it to high school since it’s 1) not yet done and 2) it’s a different level altogether. But I can’t just box high school as ‘the best’ either when I still have three years of college to go. On the other hand, you, dear freshie, have the entire canvas in front of you. Please go make something out of it. It’s yours, entirely.

Back in third year high school, I asked an upperclassman for some tips on prom. He told me, “Prom is what you make it.” How does this fit into what you’re reading? Well, let me be cheap and juxtapose what he just said into my own message: After all that you’ve read (and more), you should probably know by now – college is what you make it.

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Benny Tañedo, 18, is a sophomore taking up philosophy. If he's not busy with World of Warcraft, then he's prolly sipping coffee on campus. He secretly wants to be an astrophysicist, but as of now he needs to deal with his slight obsession with the power of words.

Why Being A Student Athlete Is Worth It by Lexine Uy

There’s this general stereotype that when someone is good at studying, it makes him/her a nerd and when someone is a good athlete, it makes him/her a jock. Leave it to the Ateneo to create the perfect balanced hybrid of these two: the student athlete. Maybe back in high school, the athletes in your school were the all-practice no-study types. But in college, being a student athlete is different; especially in a university like the Ateneo. For one, the work load is a lot heavier, you actually have to really study now, and all those papers aren’t going to write themselves. 
You see all these amazing athletes such as Kiefer Ravena, Chris Tiu, or Fille Cainglet sweating it out playing for Ateneo, but few people actually consider what they have to go through in order to find the perfect balance between their academics and insane practice hours. The life of juggling academics, athletics, and social life is definitely not an easy one, and maybe it’s not for everyone. This isn’t a how-to article, but actually a list of perks. Not that you should become a student athlete for the perks, I mean, after all, being one takes hardcore determination and dedication, but… yes, if you overlook the crazy schedule and possible lack of sleep, the perks are awesome. 
  • The Teammates
Being part of a sports team with people who share the same love and passion for the same sport as you do is one of the most awesome feelings in the world. If you’re a freshman, then congratulations, you automatically gain “guides” for the rest of your freshmen year. Your upperclassmen teammates are definitely more experienced than you in college life as a student athlete, and if you become close with them, you’ll learn more tips than you ever will by attending InTACT classes. Also, your smart and kind teammates will save you a lot of money if ever you need tutoring for a subject or class. 
  • Exemption from PE 
Yeah, you read that right. No more sweating it out in the Covered Courts with a PE subject you totally didn’t like but had to take because it ran out of slots, no more big bag you have to lug around because your PE got wedged in between two classes and you can’t go home after, and for certain PE subjects, no more jogging around campus at inhumane hours— either early, early morning or underneath the sun. 
  • Exemption from NSTP 
Technically, you still have to do NSTP— it’s for the country, guys— but instead of five hours for every godforsaken week of the rest of your semester… you only have to do like, thirteen, which is actually a pretty short amount of time in comparison with the former. 
  • Welcome to the study hall
The study hall is a place where athletes hang out, chill in the air-conditioned haven, or especially in the case of scholar student athletes, study. This is just like the library, except athletes only, you say. No, it’s not. The study hall alone should motivate you to try out for a sport you love, and you know why? Because someone will always be there to help you out with whatever problems you encounter while you’re studying. Because you might get to study in the presence of some athlete you’ve been idolizing/crushing on ever since. But most importantly, there’s free printing. Hello, papers that wasted too much of my money for printing ink.   
  • Athlete events
Athlete orientation, Ateneo cheer rally, Athlete’s Night, you name it. This is practically paradise for all those fanboys and fangirls out there. Maybe you’ll get to see your favorite volleyball player at one of these events, maybe you’ll even accidentally rub shoulders with them, who knows? Some advice: act cool. Even if it’s Gretchen Ho standing in front of you and you’d regret it for the rest of your life if you don’t take a picture with her and/or get her autograph, play it cool— you’re all athletes.   
  • You get to represent the Ateneo. 
‘Nuff said.   


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Lexine, 2 AB Literature-English, is a student-athlete. When not training, she is spreading the milk tea madness.

Juturna by Matt Olivares

 Juturna

If a girl were to break up with me, or vice-versa

I would prefer it to be either:
1) on good terms; we would kiss or and hug for one last time
and stay as friends; or 2) on bad terms; she would spit on me, slap me, or kick the gears of my masculinity and tell me
that she never wants to see my pathetic being ever again, and I would cry for probably three weeks while listening
to Boston by Augustana, gain a little weight, and move on.

That’s normal.

Normal is ideal.

Three months have passed since she left me. I dont feel bad about it.
I don’t feel good either; it was the oddest of farewells.

Meet me at the Vantage Point at 8, she said; it’s a bench outside of my apartment.
It gave us a good view of the city; we would watch the people,
small as ants, wander around the labyrinth of streets, lampposts, signs, and homes.

What we enjoyed the best was the annual Balloon Festival;
we would have picnics and enjoy watching the hot air balloons float into the sky
one by one, converging into a massive cloud of psychedelia.

She was late.

How do I look? she asked out of the blue.         Like a freak. Beautiful.

Beautiful. Indeed, she was with her newly-curled auburn hair and her pink blouse.
I would go so far and sarcastically say that she is sublime’, but I never
Understood as to why she dragged a hot air balloon with her.

She asked me to help tie the suspension cables of the balloon to her arms and legs.

(Like a freak. Beautiful.) She said that it was time for her to say goodbye,
forever. A last kiss and an embrace are not enough to tell me I’m free. I want to fly.”

Problem: she was missing a wicker basket to stay in, and the burners to inflate it, and the sufficient supply of propane tanks to keep it afloat.

She didn’t need them. Freedom is when you feel nothing below your feet, she said. Goodbye, my friend.”
Goodbye, my friend.

Hold up the balloon’s skirt over my head, please?What the fuck? Sure.”
From her purse, she took lighter fluid
and doused her head with it. From her pocket,
a box of matches. She lit one, and held it up to her face. Her facial conflagration inflated the balloon and up she went.
As she drifted farther across the firmament, she waved goodbye. Goodbye, friend.”

Friend. Ex-girlfriend. Still a friend. Girl friend.

Girl.                                                                                                                                                                                                              Friend.

The space is infinite. And it shall forever be.
Is she alive? I dont know. But if she is,
would she still have a face for me to recognize, and for her to recognize me?

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Matt Olivares is a senior BFA Creative Writing and AB English Literature major. He was a fellow for fiction in English for the 18th Ateneo Heights Writers Workshop. He likes destroying the concept of genre by combining two or all of them in some of his works. He is currently planning and writing ten strange tales, and a collection of ekphrastic poetry on post-rock songs.