Tuesday, March 25, 2008
Our First-Ever Junior-Senior Prom!
The school held its first JS Prom on March 1, 2008 at Sunburst Resort, Silay City. It was very successful. It was impressive to see the students dressed formally and carried themselves properly "in the beginning." Of course, when it was time to dance to their favorite hip-hop music, all formality was gone!
Jam Calabon: "...when the music played, our boredom turned to bliss. All the people there were dancing like there was no tomorrow."
Elma Acuesa: "...daw binoy-an kami halin sa hawla... I was very very happy."
Elthon Buensuceso: "I enjoyed dancing with my classmates and friends."
Trina Parreno: "I enjoyed every moment I spent with my classmates. I want to do it again next year."
Monday, March 24, 2008
Good Begets Good
Hi Micmic,
In a way, we have St. Francis of Assisi to thank for instilling such values in young children like CJ. Growing up in Silay at STA, I've had few opportunities of visiting your school when I was in elementary. I remember our field trips to St. Francis to share the Christmas spirit to other kids. However, I've never really known the scope of what your school does until I read your email and visited your website. You've done a great job for so many children and their families! The miracles you receive from peoples from all walks of life are amazing. The saying "good begets good" is indeed true -- every single good thing you do is like a drop of water that creates ripples in a pond. You have inspired others to reach out to the less fortunate and under-privileged of Negros. I pray that your foundation continues to grow and serve those who are in need. - Malou Guevarra
GETTING TO KNOW ST. THERESE OF LISIEUX AT CARMEL
After a warm welcome from Mrs. Norma Tagle of the St. Benilde School, there was a one-hour documentary presentation followed by an open forum. When the program was over, the students still had enough time to walk around the grounds and buy souvenirs.
“St. Therese has inspired us to love God through our fellowmen, especially the less privileged,” said Ms. Melit after the visit to the Carmelite Monastery.
FIFTY DUCK EGGS
Fifty duck eggs to sell between 6 and 9:30 in the evening. Then it's time to return home for supper and homework. On evenings when there is someone else selling duck eggs with him, he can run home for a bite to eat and then return to his selling post. When by himself, supper comes only after the eggs are sold.
To bed at eleven in the evening. When sales are not brisk, he has to abandon his post and walk about the neighborhood looking for customers.
Days when he has a lot of homework to do, he finishes them before selling the eggs. On exam days, he stays home. On Sunday he rests. But only then. Many are the days when fatigue overcomes attention and his grades drop or he goes to school late.
Tonight, a customer bought 30 duck eggs. Only 20 more eggs to sell and he can retire early and gain an extra hour of sleep.
When there was not enough for fare money, he had to walk 4.5 km. each way. His steadfast companion on a few of these walks has been his good friend Charles.
Meet
- written by Mrs. Ging Graham
Chad Velmonte is a 1st year student and scholar of the Tapulanga Foundation as well.
SFAS considers him a model student and teen-ager! His father was laid off from work last year because of the change of government mayor. His mother stays home and takes care of his 2 younger siblings.
I was recently driving back to the city after school when I saw him walking towards the city SOAKED in the rain! I brought him home - asked him why he was walking home and he said he didn't have money for public transportation. The foundation is now shouldering his transport money ... to say the least!
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
Rain
Suddenly, I am on a road with someone. It seems we are going somewhere and we are running. We are laughing as we run. My clothes are soked just like the clothes of that someone I am with.
Then I remember the time when it was also raining and Jam, Andrew and I went to Hacienda Lonoy for archery practice. The memory is still fresh in my head because it happened only a few days ago. It was Tuesday afternoon, March 4. At first, we hesitated to go to our practice but, in the end, we went. We decided to go because we never thought the drizzle would turn into a downpour. But we were wrong. The rain became heavier when we were halfway to our destination. We ran as fast as we could. I felt annoyed at first, but we had a great laugh. Especially Jam. She was great company. We laughed and talked while we were running. We arrived there very drenched and we were shuddering. It is a moment I will always think about everytime it rains.
- written by Julie Ann Estardo, a 3rd year student-scholar
This is a piece Julie Ann wrote after I did an exercise with them in class. I asked them to close their eyes and imagine it is raining. The exercise is akin to what the Carmelite sister did during our day of recollection. I asked them to think of the feel of the raindrops on their skin. Or the smell of the air on a rainy day. Is there a person who comes to mind when it is raining outside? Any specific remembrances of events? I wanted them to do this to hone their ability to use their senses as well as develop their imagination. - Ms. Ging Graham
On License Plates
- written by Micho Santillan, 2nd year student-scholar and member of the Writing class
Sunday, March 9, 2008
In-Service Training for Principals in Boracay!
A PenPal Program between American and Filipino Kids
Right: Girl scouts in the US
Left: 3rd and 4th graders in SFAS
In the US, school children can join lots of different kinds of clubs to help them to learn how to do things and to help them have fun with new friends. Children in the country often join "4-H" and learn about taking care of horses, cows, and pigs. Children in the city and country can join "scouts," which helps them enjoy the outdoors by camping and hiking. Scouts learn skills like first aid, cooking, and sewing. They also learn about our city and about children in other parts of the world.
We have also started a pen pal program between other school kids and children of the donors living in Bacolod, Manila and the U.S. If you have a son or daughter ages 6 - 16 years old who is interested to meet and be friends with one of our students, email me so that I can "assign" a "pen pal." The program is very interesting because children learn from each other as they write to each other, e.g. different culture and way of life. And our students "put into practice" writing in English!
A Carmelite Nun Visits SFAS
Special Graces from St. Therese of the Child Jesus
Friday, March 7, 2008
Ang Hampang nga Soccer
Masadya ang hampang sang mga kalalakihan
ang bola sang soccer amo ila ginaagawan.
Perti pa ang bubo sang mabaskog nga ulan
apang masadya man sa gihapon ang ila nga pinagagawan.
Madasig ang pagsipa nila sang bola
nga daw indi gid masapar sang kuntra,
gani ang bantay sa kada goal ya
eksido gid nga indi makascore ang kuntra.
Lantawa kung kis-a sila nagakatumba pero madasig
man sa gihapon ang ila nga pagtindog.
Tungod ang bola balik-balik nga nagabinurahog
sa pagsipa sang bola ini perti gid kabaskog.
Gani sila tanan nga mga players sang soccer
gusto gid nga magdaog.
by Romnick Sadio, a 3rd year student-scholar
He wrote this poem after he watched a game of soccer being played in the school field.
Saturday, March 1, 2008
A Beautiful Friendship
Chad and I have been best friends since Grade I. I was a new student at St. Francis and I needed a close friend. I heard there was someone whose name sounded like mine. So, I introduced myself. I saw we were both short, smart and naughty. We decided to become best friends based on our similarities. We did not know then the real meaning of friendship.
Year after year, we became closer. We are partners in class presentations, dramatizations, and report preparation. We have lunch together and walk home together
Chad is helpful, funny and understanding. Although we have our fights, they never last more than a day. In sadness or happiness, in success or failure, Chad and I will always be friends. Til death do us part.
By Charles Justin B. Hilado, a 1st year student in SFAS
Both Charles and Chad are scholars of the Tapulanga Foundation and members of the Writing class.