A minute with Mr. President

I never knew him before.
Later than I thought he used to manage his ever loyal staff. He stand tall to everyone as he served as a big hope to them the way he could. A father that serves as a light, a guidance that serves way when your torn between two roads.



I'm freshman.
I'm new, apprentice and then again, apprentice.The studentry publication joyfully went to his office to have a closed door meeting.He accommodate us with his open arms and open ears. The thing called CHANGE and IMPROVEMENT were really the talk on the brown painted round table.

Now, briefly, I can solved the dilemma that bugs my mind...my innocent mind. What happened to "THE MAKATI COLLEGIAN"-its undefined college paper. When , where and how did they went wrong.

I'm a part of the newest college paper that aims to write ...write...write till those bloods comes out! To write articles on line multimedia literate, to act vividly, to serve with currency. Is it going to be suicidal. I guess so.

This serves a day with Mr. President. He is a big man that carries a luggage of determination that really uplift us somehow.When I first entered the university, that was the first time I saw his face, printed in a tarpaulin. That was just that, nothing more. Later than I thought, he was just right in front of me...asking how am I doing.As I roam around my eyes with eyeglasses, I saw various trophies were his name were engraved, hes' name is PROF. TOMAS B.LOPEZ.