FEUR Gazette Rodriguez (2025)

31/01/2025

SPORTS | FEURR rams FEUR-TED in the Men's volleyball in INTER-FEU Roosevelt

FEU Roosevelt Rodriguez (FEURR) clinched the championship to prove that the fire isn't extinguished yet, defeating FEUR Tertiary Education (FEU-TED) to an intense battle of skill 25-18, 25-16, 25-22 in the 92nd INTER-FEU Roosevelt at FEUR Rodriguez Gymnasium on Thursday, January 30.

FEURR marks their dominance for a 6 point lead, igniting their momentum and claiming their game-winning set.

FEURR leveled up their game as they also defeated Marikina earlier in the advance game, securing their spot at the championship game.

After losing the championship last year, FEURR stayed committed and set their hearts on fire to enhance their skills and chemistry to claim this year's titles as champions.

"Because of that (losing last year), we really tried to look for all possible reasons why we are not able to perform well during that season, with that said we we're able to plan ahead of time and we really set our goal that this time around we are really determined and really driven to get back the championship for Rodriguez Campus." Coach Lester Torres said in an interview.

FEURR Men's volleyball team will continue to set their heart ablaze as they defend their title in the 93rd INTER-FEU Roosevelt.

Written by: Julian Manigo
Photos by: Pikes Cantoria, Sofia Famador, and Gabrielle Capuchino

31/01/2025

SPORTS | FEURR sinks down FEURM in Women’s Inter-FEU Roosevelt volleyball championship match

Bringing home the trophy for the raging Tamaraws of Rodriguez, the FEU Roosevelt Rodriguez (FEURR) displays the power of a provincial-level team setting out a 25-09, 25-13, 25-14, after diminishing FEU Roosevelt Marikina (FEURM) to an all-out championship match in the 92nd INTER-FEU Roosevelt at FEUR Rodriguez Gymnasium on a sunny Thursday, January 30.

Paving the way to their championship, Trixie Bocobo smashes a lead to 19-6, opening the chance to secure the first set 25-9, giving them a better opportunity to reclaim the championship.

After winning the Municipal Sports Meet, FEURR continued to rally their strength in their players throughout the year.

"I just provided support. Emotional support, in terms of training we really did our best to really provide quality training to all of the players so that they will be able to perform during the game." Coach Lester Torres stated.

"It all boils down to the cooperation and determination of all the players to really win this championship." He added.

Recently FEURR defeated FEURM 25-18, 25-8 in advance games to obtain a slot at the championships.

FEURR will continue to keep their momentum going as they defend their title next year for the 93rd INTER-FEU Roosevelt.

Written by: Julian Manigo
Photos by: Sofia Famador, Pikes Cantoria, and Gabrielle Capuchino

30/01/2025

Round 2 of the unforgettable moments from FEU Roosevelt's 92nd Founding Anniversary at Marikina Sports Center! Here's another look at the highlights that made January 28, 2025, a day to remember! 💚💛

Photos by: Gabrielle Capuchino

30/01/2025

🏐📚 Happening Now at FEU Roosevelt Rodriguez!

The campus is alive with energy today! Whether it’s showcasing athletic skills or expanding knowledge in creative ways, Tamaraws are making the most of the day. Stay tuned for more updates! 💚💛

29/01/2025

Gong Xi Fa Cai, fellow Tamaraws! May the Year of the Snake bring you academic excellence, overflowing blessings, and unforgettable memories. Let's embrace the spirit of the new year with renewed vigor. Happy Chinese New Year! 🐍🧧🎉🔰

Graphics by: Sydney Mendoza

29/01/2025

FEATURE | FEU Roosevelt Marks 92 Years of Excellence

Filled by cheering Tamaraws, Marikina Sports Center became the grand setting of all festivities as FEU Roosevelt celebrated its 92nd founding anniversary on January 28, 2025. The celebration embodied FEU Roosevelt’s rich history and its ongoing commitment to fostering unity and excellence within its community.

The event opened with a grand and spectacular parade led by a spirited delegation from all campuses, including participants and athletes from the elementary, high school and college departments. Delegates marched with unwavering pride across the field, hyped by rousing cheers of the enthusiastic crowd. Each campus showcased their unique spirit through chants and captivating performances, adding vibrancy to the occasion.

Indakan performances highlighted harmony as students from the elementary, junior high, senior high, and tertiary levels joined forces to deliver captivating and mesmerizing dances with music set from an electrifying soundtrack from the 1980s to 2000s that wowed the audience, leaving them spellbound.

One of the spectacular moments from the event is the renowned FEU marching band. A staple and an inseparable part of the community’s annual celebrations, they added a touch of grandeur and pomp to the event. Their soulful melodies echoed throughout the venue in a shared sense of pride and tradition, binding the attendees together through the power of their music.

The celebration symbolized FEU Roosevelt’s rich history and its ongoing commitment to fostering resilience, competence, and integrity within its thriving Tamaraw community.

Happy 92nd founding anniversary, FEU Roosevelt!

Written by: Jeniena Cassandra Lagsa
Photos by: Pikes Cantoria, Sofia Famador, Anika Banaag, and Monica Mancao

28/01/2025

Happening Now: FEU Roosevelt Celebrates 92nd Founding Anniversary at Marikina Sports Center

Marikina Sports Center is alive with energy as FEU Roosevelt marks its 92nd founding anniversary with a grand celebration. Students, faculty, and staff from the Cainta, Marikina, and Rodriguez campuses have gathered for this momentous event.

The program kicked off with a campus parade led by faculty and students from all three campuses, including participants from EED, BED, teachers, and athletes. Delegations proudly marched across the field, accompanied by spirited cheers from students filling the benches.

27/01/2025

The time has come again for the three campuses to gather in Marikina Sports Center to commemorate the day of our school's founding anniversary.

We look forward to once again witnessing the celebration of the whole FEU Roosevelt family. See you Tamaraws!

Graphics by: Angelo Coritana

24/12/2024

Holiday Literary Series Day 5

A Christmas with a Miracle
by Alexander Miguel Villanueva

“Hey, I noticed that you hadn’t eaten yet.” said Glenn. “I didn’t have the time to finish my activity for Filipino last night. I barely slept. I’m just going to eat it after I finish my work.” I replied. “But it’s 9:25 am and you’re running out of time.” he spoke. I was getting hungry, but I needed to finish my activity to avoid getting a low grade.

“I barely slept last night because of all the deadlines that were due today.” I told Glenn while we were talking. After a few minutes, I finally finished my activity. But it was too late to go to the canteen because Sir Lino was already on his way to our classroom.

After math class, I told Glenn to come with me to buy snacks at the canteen, but we only had 5 minutes. We didn’t want to be late for our next class, but I risked it since I was starving. Even though I didn’t have the energy to run, I did it anyways so that we wouldn’t be late for ICT.

After class, I needed to go to the library to finish our group project for Math. I was really exhausted after a long day of class with endless activities. I wore my headphones on and decided to put on music so that I would have the energy to do my project. After finishing my part for our group project, I decided to search around the library for books that seemed interesting enough to read.

I decided to pick out and read New York Times magazine and guide on campus journalism. Since I’m a part of our school’s newspaper, FEUR Gazette Rodriguez, I am trying to learn about the different sections of journalism. Because I was currently choosing what profession I’ll take in the future. Whether to be a Journalist, Lawyer, or even an Editor-In-Chief. I still can’t choose. Being a lawyer means that you need to be good with reasoning and arguing and being a journalist means that you need to be good at writing articles or broadcasting news around the entire world.

I walked into class and the first thing I heard is, “Hey, Alex, did you finish our math project?” asked Francis.

“Yes, I finished it. Now all we need to do is cover it up with a book cover and we’re all set to pass it to Sir Lino!” I spoke.

“Thank you so much, Alex!” said Francis.

“No problem.” I replied. It was really tiring even before class started.

I wake up at 5 in the morning, go to shower, get ready, pack my things, leave my house, go to school, study for hours, go home, eat dinner, do my homework, and then sleep. My routine goes on. Even though it’s tiring, it’s still fun.

“Hey, have you eaten your lunch yet?” asked Glenn.

“No, not yet.” I replied.

“Again? Why?” asked Glenn.

“I want to spend my lunch time sleeping because I stayed up late last night finishing my notes.” I spoke.

I was exhausted that day. I barely got enough sleep that night. “Ugh, I can’t sleep.” I complained. I can’t sleep properly on my desk, so I decided to scroll on my phone while listening to music.

After that day, we were going to have another group project. “Hey, Alex, is it okay if you’re the one who’s going to write our essay for our project?” asked Francis. “Yeah, sure. I think I can make time for it.” I spoke.

While I was doing my activity I decided to put on my headphones, so that I wouldn’t be distracted and to have the energy to do the activity that I was told to do. I decided to play “Numb Little Bug” by Em Beihold. There was a line to that song that I admire so much. “Do you ever get a little bit tired of life? Like a numb little bug that just gotta survive.”

The lyrics helped me out while studying. Not only that, but a quote from Taylor Swift that says, “I get tired a lot, but I never get tired of it.” These kinds of lyrics and quotes help me to be positive in my studies.

After a tiring day at school, I went home and accidentally fell asleep, forgetting my assignments. When I woke up, I remembered the assignments, activities, and the essay for my AP group. I barely had time to finish them before class started. “What have I done?!” I said with complete shock.

I finally arrived at school, I hurriedly climbed up the stairs to finish the essay. Luckily, I was in my last paragraph and still had the time to finish it before Ma’am Leal walks into our classroom.

“Phew, I thought I didn’t have enough time to finish our essay. Good thing there’s still remaining time before our class starts.” I sighed. “I wonder if I did the right thing joining a 2nd club.” I asked myself while waiting for our teacher to arrive.

“Wait, group 2! I have an announcement. Our practical performance for MAPEH is less than a few weeks away. Remember to practice your lines ah.” I told my groupmates, I was aware that Christmas is almost here, but all I can think of right now are deadlines.

During our break, I decided to visit the library to read some articles and catch up on what’s happening around the world. However, my reading was cut short because we had to practice for TLE. While walking around the 2nd floor, I suddenly remembered a story I wrote about a kind ghost named 'Kiko,' who roams the 2nd floor. The thought gave me a random scare, but I brushed it off since it’s almost Christmas—the holiday celebrating the birth of our Lord and Savior in Bethlehem.

I finally finished my activities, and we were done with our checkpoint exams and Christmas Party. Finally, our Christmas Break is here! Filipinos are known for their love for Christmas and that’s what I loved about our community. Christmas in our country always starts earlier than December.

One night, my Lola said with a big smile, “Miguel, get dressed we’re going somewhere.” I didn’t know what my Lola was talking about, but I did it anyways. I thought we were going to the mall, and I also thought that we were picking up my mom from the airport, but that thought seemed impossible, because she told us that she’s coming home on Christmas Eve, but I didn’t keep my hopes too high, because I might be wrong. I noticed that Lola cooked Pancit and Adobo, my mom’s favorite food.

As we were riding in the car, I noticed we were heading in a different direction. Then, I saw a sign that read 'Philippine Airlines,' and a big smile instantly spread across my face. I asked my Lola why we were there when she had said we were going to the mall, but she just laughed. My sister and Lola had never told me when my mom would come home, probably because they knew I might spoil the surprise—and I can’t blame them for that.

After that, we arrived at NAIA, “’La, bakit nasa airport po tayo? Akala ko po sabi niyo mall?” I asked my Lola.

Lola just laughed it off and asked a rhetorical question, “Ay, nasa airport ba tayo?” she spoke with sarcasm.

I laughed it off because I was pretty sure we were here for my mom. Then, I saw my uncle on the phone with my mom asking her where she was. My Lola’s smile got bigger because she’ll get to see her daughter again! And after a few minutes, my guess was right! I finally saw my mom again!

We all hugged her tightly because it’s been a year or two since she left for Dubai. I was so happy that my mom was finally home and we’re able to celebrate Christmas and New Year’s together.

Christmas is finally complete now and my wish finally came true, celebrating one of the most special holidays with my mom after celebrating Christmas and New Year’s without her. After a few days, it was finally Christmas Day! Everyone was filled with jolly spirits and Christmas joy.

“Merry Christmas, Ma!” I greeted her with a hug, “Merry Christmas, Nak!” and that night we went to church to attend Simbang Gabi to thank the lord almighty for giving us another successful holiday that is filled with joy and people greeting and giving each other presents.

On that day, I learned that we should always be thankful to our Lord Jesus Christ of Nazareth for blessing us with a glorious holiday. However, our gratitude shouldn't be limited to holidays alone, it should be expressed every day. Be thankful when you wake up, when you eat, and even when you sleep. I also realized that the true spirit of the season isn’t about what you receive, but about what you give to others

Graphics by: Danielle Abonalla

23/12/2024

Holiday Literary Series Day 4:

The Gift of Love
By: Ella Bautista

In the cold sweet winter of December 24th, the spirit of Christmas could be felt all around the chilly air. Snow pellets fell and landed everywhere, covering the trees and streets like the ocean floor. The crisp air carried the smiles and laughter of the townspeople as does the aroma of roasted beef and other meat being prepared for the night.

Amongst the bustling streets, a young girl skipped by, hopping along the snowy pavement of the village. As the young girl went, her eyes darted around eagerly. Out of the corner of her eye, she spots a store so lovely. And with great curiosity, there the girl hopped, opening the wooden frame of the door as the bell above chimed softly.

The shop was like an island trove, with the sweet nostalgic ticking of a grandfather clock, to the sweet melodies that the music boxes play to a thousand stories, hidden among the books, waiting to be opened and revealed. Yet, none of the antiques piqued the young girl’s interest. So, the young girl continued to wander, pacing through the store, searching between vases, books, and furniture. Yet, none of them would fit as a present for the young girl’s mother. Until she passed along this one aisle.

Although the aisle is like any other aisle she has gone to, there she spotted a blue pendant, shining among the boxes. With nothing in the girl’s hands, there the girl went. The girl’s winter boots thudded and creaked the wooden floorboards as she wandered closer and closer to the shining pendant. With each step she took, the more the young girl wondered what if that was the one, if it would make her mom happy.

The young girl stood before the boxes, rummaging and setting them aside as she finally set her eyes upon the piece. The pendant was attached to a golden necklace cord. The pattern along it looked lovely and unique, like a spider’s web. With admiration for the necklace, the young girl gently picked the pendant up. Observing the piece on her mittens. The young girl touched the smooth surface, making the pendant shine brighter and hummed as a shiver ran through the girl's spine.

“Woah!” the young girl gasped as she continued to stare at the pendant, entranced and fixated by its aura.

It took a while for the girl to notice. The design in the pendant was in the form of a snowflake, buzzing with a faint blue hue.

“Perfect...” the young girl smiled in delight. Clutching the pendant close to her heart, she quickly went to the counter.

The young girl placed the pendant before her on the counter, her body running with adrenaline, jumping on her toes excitedly. Behind the counter was a man, wrapped in a dark cloak whilst wearing dark sunglasses, the man looked no older than 25. His hazel-colored eyes scanned the young girl's face before looking down at the pendant, his thin fingers reached out to pick the pendant up, examining it.

“Are you going to buy this, kid?” the man said, his brow raised as he glanced back at the young girl.

“Yes, sir! I’m going to give it to my mother as a gift!” the young girl said with excitement.

“... Gift?” the man tilted his head to the side.

“Yep!” the girl smiled, reaching into her pocket, bringing out a few silvery coins.

The man gave the young girl’s payment a stare, knitting his brows. Still holding the pendant gently, he leaned on the counter, counting the coins.

“This is how you will be paying?” the man asked.

The young girl nodded, gently pushing the coins towards the man, “Mr. Shopkeeper usually let anyone pay with anything they have on the holidays,” The girl explained, “Even if it’s a small amount, he lets the person buy it!"

The man behind the counter gave a small chuckle, almost mocking the young girl, discreetly pushing the payment to the girl’s end.

“Look, missy...” the man started, “If you haven’t heard, the shopkeeper, is retired.” He said, leaning on the wooden counter, the pendant subtly swinging from the man’s clutches, “He gave me this establishment, meaning I, can do what I want with the payment you give.”

The young girl’s grin turned upside down, the shine and determination in her eyes instantly. Her body stood still for a moment.

“W-wait… What does that mean?” the girl asked.

The man’s brows knitted, his lips curling up in disdain, “Your money isn’t enough to buy this old necklace.” The man explained.

“But...” the girl paused, looking down at the silvery coins on the counter, “The shopkeeper usually gives out anything on holidays. To make people happy...”

“Well, I’m not that person, kid.” the man stated, his voice was stern, “You’ll either pay for this pendant for its actual price or leave this shop this instant.” The man said.

“Can’t… Can’t you reconsider?” the young girl clasped her hands together, looking at the older person before her pleadingly, “It’s Christmas. You have got to at least reconsider. I want to make my mom happy!” she pleaded, “I’m sure you would want to make your mother happy also? Buying her a gift or anything—”

“I’m really sorry, kid,” the man interrupted, his voice didn’t show any sort of sympathy at all, “Rules are rules.”

Whilst keeping the pendant in his palms, he walks not too far away from the counter, placing the piece in a drawer. The young girl wanted to stay and try to bargain with the older person, but she knew she couldn’t. Her shoulders slumped, her gaze wandered down at her feet, silently walking out of the shop, her heart crushed like the snow on her feet.

The young girl sat on one of the benches in town, her shoulders slumped, her chin resting against her palms. Most people ignored the girl, some looked at the girl’s defeated face, some showed sympathy, some didn’t. The cheerful laughs and grins of the townspeople, the delicious smell of roasted beef, and everything around the young girl seemed to get duller and duller as the previous scenario dwelled on her mind. She couldn’t help it.

What will she do now? She can’t afford a gift for her mom. Tomorrow is Christmas, and she doesn’t know someone who could help her. A faint mist of clouds formed in front of the young girl as she sighed, her foot shaking up and down against the ground, making a thumping pattern. As the girl stared at the snowy ground, the sound of bells shook her to reality as she realized a shadow formed in front of her. The young girl looked up to see an elderly woman, wrapped in a scarf and thick clothing, her curly grey hair glistened under the winter sun.

Whilst the elder leaned on a cane filled with bells, with a warm, kind smile, the elder asked, “Are you alright, little girl?” Her voice tickled with an affectionate tone.

The young girl gulped down the lump in her throat, her body relaxing as her gaze settled on the elder woman’s soft eyes.

“I—erm…” the young girl mumbled stuttered, clasping her hands together, staring down at the snowy ground again.

Noticing the girl’s skepticism, the elderly woman sat next to the young girl, the smell of cinnamon hitting the girl’s senses as does the sense of coziness and comfort.

“Do not worry, young one.” the elderly woman said, “I don’t judge,” She reassured, a warm smile creeped up her lips.

The young girl glanced up at the woman, her palms on her knees as she let out a sigh. “I wanted to give my mother a present. To repay her for everything she has done for me...” The girl started, staring down at her mittens.

And with that, the young girl poured her story out onto the elderly woman. Making side comments all along the way, her hands making huge gestures. Yet the elderly woman listened intently, nodding along with every detail the girl had shared.

“The end...” the young girl breathes, leaning back against the bench, her cheeks as red as a rose from all the talking.
"What do you think I should do?” the girl asked, glancing up at the elderly woman beside her, her brows raised.

The elderly woman stared out at the snowy mountains, pondering for a moment.

“Not all gifts have to be something that is bought,” the elder finally stated, her attention turning back to the young girl’s gaze. “Some gifts can be made. Like a letter or a drawn picture.” she spoke.

The young girl pursed her lips, processing what the elderly woman said, “Anything… Anything can be a gift...?”

“Yes!” the woman said softly, “It just has to come from the heart, the love that you’d pour for the person.” She explained, putting a hand over the young girl’s heart, “Because love is the best thing a person receives.”

As the elderly woman withdrew her hand back to her cane, the young girl looked over her chest, touching over her beating heart. Even from the elder’s advice, the girl furrowed her brows, clutching her chest. “But I can’t do something like the pendant, or anything.” the girl stated, “I can’t even make a good letter...”

“Ugly or not, the important thing is that you have given your effort and love for that gift” the woman said, parting the girl’s shoulder, “Young one, don’t stress out. I’m sure that your mother would love your gift.”

“Even if it’s not perfect...?”
“Even if it’s not.”

The young girl smiled softly, her heart swelling with newfound hope and determination, the girl stood up, shaking the elderly’s hand. "Thank you. Thank you so much!” her smile widened, reaching up to her eyes, “I promise I’ll remember your words, thank you so much, miss!”

The young girl stood tall, releasing the elder’s hand, the girl took off running, leaving her footprints behind. The elderly woman smiled contently, the wind dancing with the bells on her cane as the soft chimes filled the air.

Graphics by: Ayen Palabrica

22/12/2024

Holiday Literary Series Day 3:

Ber Months Full of Regrets
by Alexander Miguel Villanueva

“Our Christmas party is right around the corner. Make sure to start decorating our classroom before the party.” our vice president announced. Everyone else was excited, while I was wondering how my friend could forgive me for what I did to him before our Christmas party. My friend, Matt, and I got into a fight because of the problem I caused and couldn’t fix it. Whenever I tried to talk to him, he would just ignore me.

“I really messed up,” I thought while I was doing my activity. I slipped a note on his desk that said, “Are you mad at me?” I immediately tore the note apart because I was too nervous to even talk to him at that point. I figured that he would just completely ignore my note and throw it away. I thought about writing a letter with my apology written in it and slipping it into his backpack, but I overthought that he would just discard the note and get even more irritated at me. I was hoping that I would get an opportunity to say sorry to Matt for what I did, but it seemed like there was only a one-in-a-million chance of that happening.

I wished that I could go back in time to fix my mistakes. I wished that I hadn’t held the grudge that tore my friendship with him, but I couldn’t, and I must face my consequences. Matt and I used to be close, until I got mad at him for ignoring me as a joke. And I held that grudge until it tore me apart, and I accidentally started talking badly behind his back. I must’ve hurt his feelings because he had never done this to me. I had a lot of regrets about that.

“Bakit hindi na kayo nagpapansinan ni Matt? Parang nung nakaraan lang nag-bibiruan pa kayo,” said Luke. I didn’t say anything to him, thinking I would make it worse.

I realized how much our friendship meant to me because we made a promise to each other that no matter what happened, we wouldn’t let anything tear our friendship apart. And I felt like I was falling short of the promises I never kept. I felt like I had let him down. I’m not usually an emotional person but remembering that promise made me cry to sleep, thinking that I was never going to be able to reunite our friendship again. I was scared to talk to anyone. I was scared to say the wrong thing. It was the point of my life where I didn’t know what to say, so, I just stayed silent until I knew what to say, but it’s too late to change it now.

I couldn’t talk to anyone about my situation because I knew it would make things worse. I didn’t know who I was to talk to after class because usually, Matt and I always joke around. After our fight I usually just went to the library alone, reading New York Times magazines and Campus Journalism guides since I was learning about the other sections in campus journalism. I put my headphones on and listened to Christmas songs so that I wouldn’t feel so alone.

After a few minutes, I decided to change the song to “evermore” by Taylor Swift on my phone, because I didn’t really feel happy that time. And I thought there was no chance of Matt forgiving me. Music was the only thing that could make me happy at that time.

As I was doing my essay, I felt my tears dripping upon my cheeks with every word I heard in that song. I thought about it and said, “Would this pain be forevermore?” I thought about messaging Matt and apologizing to him, but I didn’t have the courage to do it. I didn’t have the courage to message my own best friend.

“What is happening to me and Matt?” I looked down and sighed. I did not know what to do at that time. I hoped that Matt would finally talk to me, but I remembered that I was the one who got us into this mess, and now I had to have the courage to go and fix it. I would go and talk to my other friends, but I still remember how Matt and I would joke around while waiting for our service outside our school.

I thought about when and how I was going to apologize to him. I waited and waited for the right time to apologize, but it seems like time is not the one who’s going to adjust for me, and I was the one who needed to find the perfect answer to fix my problem.

Days turned into weeks, and I still hadn’t found the answer to my question. I was getting more desperate and anxious as the days passed. I decided to start playing my guitar so that I could express my feelings and have fun at the same time by using an instrument. I was thinking about how people could easily have the courage to apologize and forget the past, because, for some reason, I couldn’t do the same. The only thing I could do was smile away from the pain, acting like everything was alright, but it wasn’t.

One day, I wondered, “If I could find my answer alone or have someone find it for me... If only life were that easy.” I chuckled while sitting in the library. I wondered how we went from laughing with each other to being total strangers.

It seems like I might’ve lost one of my best friends. The ber months are supposed to be the happiest months, but it seems like they had turned into my saddest months. The Christmas Party was just a month away, and I still hadn’t found a way to apologize. At that point, I was losing hope of getting my best friend back and was beginning to accept that I was a failure.

I wrote the lyrics of one of my favorite songs just to express my feelings without being able to hurt anyone around me. I realized how hard it was for me to go a day without being able to see or talk to my best friend. I couldn’t think before I talked behind his back. I didn’t think that I would hurt someone else’s feelings by saying just a few words. The words suddenly slipped out of my mouth, and I felt like anger was the only emotion I had left in me.

I wrote a note for him, but I hid it away because I wasn't ready to talk to him, and it was also not the perfect time. While I was cleaning my folder, I saw the note and decided to put it in my backpack so that I could give it to him.

After a few days, it was finally our Christmas Party. We were all having fun. But then I remembered that this is the day that I’m going to say sorry to Matt. I finally had the courage to talk to him.

“Hey, have you seen Matt anywhere?” I asked Luke. Luke hadn’t seen him anywhere.

So, I decided to look around the campus. I finally found him! I ran as fast as I could to Matt and hurriedly gave him the note.

“Hey, Matt. I know that you’re still mad at me because I talked behind your back, but just so you know, that was an accident, because you were ignoring me, and I know that it is just a joke. I’m sorry for what I did to you. I promise that I’m not going to talk behind your back again,” I spoke.

“I forgive you for what you did to me. After all, I was the one who started it. And I also must apologize to you for thinking that ignoring you was a funny joke. Instead, it was mean and not funny at all, but disrespectful. I understand why you talked behind my back,” Matt replied.

After apologizing to each other, we just laughed it off and started running around the campus like we were little kids again. After that, we finally promised each other that we were not going to let a little argument get in our way.

I was glad that at last, Matt and I no longer had to ignore each other. And we continued our lives without fighting. We decided to make an unbreakable promise that we would try our best not to repeat the same silly mistakes that we made in the past.

After all, we were just kids having fun. It is impossible not to make a single mistake. Amid the whole drama, I learned that we humans shouldn’t let our emotions get in the way. I know that friendship has its difficulties, but we can still find a way to turn things around. I know that it is hard for us to find the right solution or answers to our problems, but we still need to have fate in ourselves.

Graphics by: Monica Mancao

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