Author: Neyzielle Ronnicque

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Hand bag policy? NO!

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I remember my brother telling me two weeks ago that *insert whoever* officers in his school wanted to punish him for carrying a bag pack, and he refused (slow clap). I didn’t say anything, but on my mind, I was: WTF. WTF. How come there is a policy like that?

In my University, we have the thing called ACADEMIC FREEDOM. We wear what we want to wear, talk as loud as we want and do everything that what we want to do inside the school premises but still abide with the rules.

But I was dumbfounded by that issue. 

I don’t know about other UP Campuses but, in my four years in the University, never did I see a man carrying a hand bag going to his classes. I only see men with big bag packs roaming around the school, the Jansport Bag society in UPB, they say.

Think about it, you go to a University carrying a handbag that can only accommodate a pencil and a notebook, sometimes, plus a wallet. How do these men study?

For me, it is not cool, it was never cool. How come someone goes in his class having only that handbag that even a toddler can carry? If it’s for his convenience’ sake, no, no. Still no.

Again, in my University, men prefer bag packs because of a bigger space for the things they need in school, because they carry with them their laptops (for research purposes) and notebooks (for taking notes), and it is much cooler than carrying a rectangular cloth or leather with nothing to have but small.. *NVM

But my brother bought a bag closely similar to the hand bag for compliance purposes, and it is a little bigger than the hand bag and it has a strap.

Good job bro, good job. Don’t let them punish you. Provide me the memorandum of your school REQUIRING ALL MEN STUDENTS to carry a hand bag rather than a bag pack, and, I’ll buy you three if they really have. But WTF and WTH.

THANK YOU, Tito!

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I always have a war going on my head at times that I don’t want to mingle with other people. Sometimes, when I want to be alone, I grab a good book, have something to drink and stare at blank space- hugging the book and letting emotions flood my system. When I am in my solitary moments and people (may they be close to me or not) pass by, my attention shifts to what they do and everything about them.

I have the habit of having my moments in the swing outside our home in Ilocos Norte. My grandmother has a sari-sari store and people come and go. Those times, when I’m enjoying my solace, and they just walk around not minding me minding about them, I begin to think on what they are in my life.

I remember my Tito (my mother’s brother) as the first person I saw last Monday. He’s just there, at the far side of our home, on a deep thought and I wondered if he was thinking about his daughter who just died last May. I became his partner in taking good care of his pregnant wife in the hospital for two weeks. I should be in Baguio by then, passing my requirements in my internship classes, but hierarchy of loyalty as it is, I stayed in Ilocos Norte for him to have a company. I was not that kind of person that run up and down the stairs of hospitals just to buy foods, medicines and everything we need. I hate hospitals. I hate sleeping inside a hospital room. I hate the feeling of someone close to me is ill again- because last year, I was in that same hospital, taking care of my Mom, who had an operation because of Myoma. But I stayed, despite of my tight schedule because of SK activities last summer and despite of the other loyalties that I must take into consideration, too that time.

It dawned on me that he is my Tito that kept on picking me up on bus stations even on midnights, he is my best friend that fights for me when I need him to, he is my fraternity brother that I share the same principles with, and he is the older brother that I never had.

I can never thank you enough!

Handclasp*

P.S. Passed this article to my Speech Communication 101 class.