April 6, after almost 2 years, I set foot again to my Alma Mater and to the office of the publication, The Soil Tiller that served as my home in my entire college life. I was just invited to be one of the interviewer to determine who will be the next editorial board by their Editor-in-Chief Sarah Mae Palaca and their adviser Ms. Imee Esguerra, the EIC of our batch. When I was already there I got the same feeling that I always felt whenever I'm in the pub office, (hindi yung parang feeling na may moomoo....) I, was happy I'm home. I realized then how much I miss the old times, the days... no, the years I've spent with the pub and with the most amazing, wonderful, brilliant, talented, and crazy but funny individuals. (Pusa, dapat 'pag nagkita-kita ulit ilibre nila ko ang daming adjectives non ah!)
Four years in the paper...ahhh...it was meaningful and very memorable.Being a journalist is my dream and TST made it come true. I'm proud I served many students and made a difference. I can't help but feel nostalgic about it.
I miss the overnight press work and most of the time it becomes over overnight. I miss the thrill of writing articles and editing to beat the deadline kahit madalas hindi naman nabibeat. I miss the memo of Rommel (EIC, a.y. 2007-2008) when our articles were late. I miss how we insult each other and yet we never get offended, we just laughed. I miss the balahuraan, kulitan, okrayan, asaran at tawanan during midnight wherein nagsisimula na kaming sapian ng pagkabangag ng antok. I miss the cramming and adrenalin rush of thinking what would be the cover of our magazine issue. I miss missing the class or a quiz to cover the latest news and happenings inside and out of the campus.
I miss the ginisang corned beef na may patatas na nalulunod sa sabaw and the rice na matigas kasi hilaw pa. I miss the boodle fight during acquaintance and Christmas party...the food...mmmm...sarap! Nilagang talong at sitaw na may sawsawang buro na 'di ko kinakain, fishball, kikiam, inihaw na tilapia, spaghetti...paghalu-haluin...perfect! That's our malinamnam na hapunan na may katas pa ng kamay ng mga di naghugas, 'yung sawsawan na lang ng fishball ang pinaghugasan. Hahaha! Yummy!
I miss Nana Bebe, utangan namin ng food and snacks whenever we lacked budget. I miss the tilapia of Ma'am Mae (super concern samin yun eh hehe). I miss Manong Guard who always checked us if we have a permit for overnight and reminding us to minimize our noise. I miss Ate Aida, our publisher who annually gave us memo pad and fast drafting the copy of our issue. I miss looking for Ma'am Malou, our adviser, and finding out that she's asleep. (Love you, ma'am.) I miss the footsteps upstairs that we hear at around midnight or three o'clock in the morning and we all know that nobody's there. (Hehe!)
But most of all, I miss the people that I've been with through the ups and downs in the paper. I miss how we stand and fight for the welfare of the students. I miss our brainstorming to balance issues and let them know the truth. I miss the people who strikes their eyebrows to us but still we managed to prove to them what freedom of the press is.
I learned a lot from the publication and I'm so thankful that I've been part of the TST. What I learned and experienced in the school paper is more than what the four corners of the classroom taught me... for it is beyond theories. Blood is my ink. Ink is my blood.
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