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My Wedding Message

Jerry and Emy

My sister Emy and her fiance Jerry got married in Las Vegas a few months ago, although the day was very significant for the new couple, here in the Philippines it was pretty uneventful, the reason is because  we are still waiting for them to come this coming December for their formal wedding rites. My wife Jenny is now acting as Emy's official wedding coordinator and just yesterday, she mentioned that I should prepare a wedding speech for the couple. The wedding is still due on December 29, however, it striked me that I should have written a wedding speech for the couple even in their Vegas wedding. I was so much occupied with my work back then that it never even occurred to me to greet them. But as how wisemen of old have said, it's always better late than never. To Jerry and Emy, here's the message that I never delivered in your Las Vegas wedding.

Knowing that the two of you have finally decided to tie the knot, I am sure as one can humanly be of your combined future. Not that I had any doubts! But now I shall be able to identify the two of you as one – indissolubly as not before, and I am very glad of it. My own experience has taught me that in the intimacy and friendship which marriage brings, the truest happiness can only be found in the mutual sharing of joys and sorrows, of anxieties and responsibilities, and in the wholehearted cooperation in each others interests as well as personal ambitions. Marriage, at its worst, is a very tragic thing; but at its best, it represents something which has never been surpassed, and that, I believe, the two of you are capable of attaining together.

To Jerry, I know you will take good care of your wife and in return, I can only say that the affection and anxiety and interest which I have given to each member of my family will now also be yours. On behalf of my father and mother, I think I can promise you the strong affection of the entire family as a fortress. We are pretty vigorous individualists but as a family, we back members against the world. 

To Emy, well, you know there are a lot of things we often disagree with. At least now we can say this, in Jerry, we found something we can agree upon. It is now your inestimable privilege to honor and cherish your husband. Learn to trust his judgment instinctively, almost beyond reason, and learn how to insist your opinions and suggestions subtlety and delicately. Depend on him, but do not forget to cultivate your own garden, for only in this way you will have more to give him and may love him wisely.

To both of you, love strongly and seek each other in strength but be careful not to possess each other. To quote from the poet Kahil Gibran: 

    “Let there be space in your togetherness. Love one another, but make not the bound of love: Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your soul.

     Sing and dance together and be joyous, but each one of you be alone, even as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the same music.  

    And stand together, yet not too near together: For the pillars of the temple stand apart, and the oaktree and the cypress grow not in each other’s shadow.”

To both of you! Congratulations and Best Wishes!

 

                            

Yani gets ill

Yani sleeping

July 24, 2008. This day, Jenny and I have to rush Yani to the hospital due to a very high fever and red rashes showing all over her face. Yani's temperature at that time was 40.7 degrees celcius. At the emergency room, after the initial interview, the nurse on duty immediately administered intravenously an anti-allergy solution into Yani to treat the rashes on her face and gave her 5ml of Tempra solution to pacify her fever. The pediatrician looked at her rashes (which was isolated only in her face) and also inside her mouth and throat, he found little red spots in her tongue which he said is a simple case of “singaw” which will heal by itself. Finding nothing too serious about Yani physically the doctor then requested a urinalysis to further determine the cause of the fever. After some time, Yani's fever started to cease and the urinalysis result show a slight increase on bacteria traces, which the doctor then presumed is causing her fever. He then prescribed several anti-biotics which Yani was supposed to take for seven days and then sent us home.

Unfortunately, four days later, after finishing two bottles each of the prescribed anti-biotics, Yani’s fever still intermittently come and go. So we decided to get a second opinion and went to Yani’s first pediatrician, Dr. Marissa Salas. After looking at Yani and the urinalysis result, she said that the cause of the fever might not be the increased bacteria trace on her urine but the growing spots inside her mouth (which is now yellowish in color). It turned out that these yellowish spots are viral infections of herpes type (not the sexual variety). According to her, the medicines first prescribed to us would not work because it was only meant to fight fungi infections. And so, Yani was once again prescribed a new set of medicine, hopefully, for the better.

This is only the second time we have to rush Yani to the hospital since she was born and also the second time she had a major illness, the first time was when she was still six months old, so one can easily imagine how nervous Jenny and I are because we are not used to Yani being sick. Up until now Yani is still recuperating, although she’s still insisting to go to school despite her condition. I’m only hoping she gets well soon, to get some relief from the pressure. It’s difficult enough being parents, its even more difficult when children gets sick. A difficult page to add to a father’s lifetime.

Farewell to Milky

Milky2

July 11, 2008, Friday. This day between 1 to 2 am, Milky, my favorite dog passed away.

Milky was a cream colored dog of local bred (Askal) who hailed from Cavite. She was given to us as a gift by my Ate Gigi's brother-in-law. She's the third dog that our family had. She was a good dog, one who served her masters well for more than a decade. She first came to us as a puppy sometime in November 1997, that was around the same time when I was already starting to rebuild our house. I remember that at one point during the construction, we had to put all our things out of the house and into the street, milky was the one who guarded all our things, she was still small then but she had such a loud bark that passers-by never dared get closed to our things. She had a strong bite too in her younger years. There was a time when a man wandered too close to our door, she reached out and grabbed the man's jeans, ripping a piece of it.

She was very loyal, never wandered very far from ourMilky1 house and always wary of any strangers entering our home. Sadly, the last two years of her stay was spent in darkness, for she became blind (due to a cataract visible in her eyes). But even then, she provided comical relief, especially when she wanders through the house bumping her head to find her way. Or when she chases Seven (our cat) and she would bark at one direction when Seven is already behind her back.

She was very keen on recognizing members of the family though. When Emy first went home after two years in the states, Milky was one among the most excited to greet her. Even though her eyesight was already showing signs of degeneration then, she was still able to recognize Emy, probably by her scent.

 

Milky3

That's my Milky. Brave, loyal, comic, a true friend; and I will never see her again. Farewell! Milky! I miss you already.

 

Milky4

Paper#21 : My first attempt at an international conference

international conference

June 30, 2008. Today I finally finished polishing the paper that I have been working on for more than a month now. This paper embodies the initial phase of the study which I plan to undertake for my dissertation research.  It also represents my first attempt at an international conference. I have just submitted it online to the conference committee and I was informed that it was the 21st paper to be submitted. The paper is all about using an information retrieval  technique known as Word-space modeling to try to identify which among the messages posted in an online discussion is relevant or not relevant to the topic focus. Below is the abstract of the paper:

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Abstract : This paper presents results of the first phase of our study which aims to investigate the applicability of word-space models; particularly those generated using the Random Indexing (RI) technique to the task of determining the relevance of messages in asynchronous online discussions. This phase of research aims to answer several questions, particularly aimed at establishing baseline figures: How efficient is the baseline performance of the word-space model for this task? How much of its classification decisions align with the decisions of human coders? More importantly, does the paradigmatic and syntagmatic context of words have a direct effect on the model’s performance and which between the two contexts produce the best results? Analysis of the outcome of experiments indicates that there is a difference of performance for the model depending on whether the syntagmatic or paradigmatic context was used. It further indicates that the syntagmatic context performs better for this task.

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I hope that this paper gets accepted, I hope that whoever reviews the paper will feel the amount of efforts that the author poured into it. But most of all, I hope that they find the work worthy  of being called a research.

All about blinking

The deadly blink

 When faced with a tremendous and frightening adversary, the first thing that our human instinct tells us to do is blink. This is because blinking serves two purposes: (1) it helps to validate the reality of the situation (i.e., you may only be dreaming, so you blink and rub your eyes to make sure the threat is real), and (2) it provides for a brief repose that helps us gather our strength and prepares us for the fight. So blinking does have its advantages.

 

However, blinking also exposes us to certain disadvantages: (1) it betrays our fear and level of weakness, giving confidence to our adversary, and (2) it momentarily takes our focus out of the situation, which can be taken advantage by our adversary to overcome us. In history, the act of blinking has often been typecasted to an act of giving up or surrendering. Remember how Dean Rusk described the retreat of the Russians during the Cuban missile crisis? He’s famous line was:

 

"We're eyeball to eyeball and I think the other fellow just" blinked.

                                                     -Dean Rusk (1909 - 1994)

Now why am I stating these facts? It just so happens that I have just gone through a tremendous adversary myself. Not a literal fight of course, but equally difficult and mentally draining. I challenged myself to respond to the call for paper of the 22nd Pacific Asia Conference on Language, Information, and Computation (PACLICC22) conference. PACLIC22, as the name implies is an international conference but it will be locally held here in  Cebucity on November 20-22, 2008. The deadline for the submission of the paper proposal was on June 30, 2008 and I have less than one month to submit the paper. To make the challenge more interesting, when I had the opportunity to talk to Dr. Rachel Roxas, one of my previous instructors and currently the dean of the College of Computer Studies in LaSalle, I informed her of my intention, this is so I will not be forced to back out of the challenge.  

 

However, as time trickled day-by-day, I realized that I may never be able to do everything by myself. So what I did is to entice some of my co-faculties to join me in the fight. I was able to tempt two of them to join me by telling them how advantageous it is to have an international paper under our belt. We divided the task, assigned workload, and agreed to meet sometime to consolidate our output. However, as the story went, I underestimated the human capacity to blink. Yes, my two companions blinked, and in blinking their focus were taken away from the glory of our would be prize. For come the final week before submission, one-by-one, both of them found valid but circumventable reasons not to produce any output. In the end, I was left alone, with more tasks to do than when I started.

 

I would have also given up, really! Where it not for the words I gave to Dr. Roxas. But, my word is my bond. And as my wife and daughter would attest to, I made night into day just to finish that paper. How did I do it? I guess I also blinked. I blinked many times, but each time before I blink, I would try to remember where I am, and after blinking I would be refreshed to continue in the same direction where I left. I did not stare at the distance, I watched my steps. An old Chinese proverb said:


the journey of a thousand miles always begins with a single step

 

That’s what I did, one step at a time. Soon I never realized the paper was through. It was not as exquisitely written as I had hoped it would be, as a matter of fact, I would say it probably has less than an average chance to be accepted, but really, that’s not the point. Whether the paper gets accepted or not, I will still be darn proud of it, the journey made all the difference.

 

So what’s the lesson here? The things that God provides us in life are not really meant to put us down or be a negative factor, although they can be, like blinking. It can serve a dual purpose, either good or bad. God gives us the autonomy to choose how to use them. In the end, if we fail, we only have ourselves to blame. And it doesn’t feel good to blame one’s self, especially if you know you did not give your best. Just my two cents worth.

You ask me for a poem...

Roses for my Jenny

For a long time now, my wife Jenny has been pestering me as to why I have not  as of yet posted any poems about her in this blog. I have kept my silence because, truth be told, i couldn't come up with a good poem for her. Not that she doesn't inspire me, there was a time, back when I was courting her, that I wrote dozens of poems about her. Depicting my admiration of her beauty, character, and virtues and posing promises of how I would build a future out of those admirations. I guess its just because, between the two of us, the time for writing poems of admiration and promises is waning. We've already gone past that stage of romantic endeavor and into the realm of real life where the more important aspects are how we prove our admirations correct and how we live up to our promises. I'm sure my honey would understand, I loved her then, I love her now, and I would still love her till the day I die. She knows I have kept all my promises thus far, and whether or not I can still write poems about her, I don't plan of ever breaking any of them. The poem below is a tribute to seal once more my commitment to those promises.

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You ask me for a poem

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My take on the boundaries of helping and pampering

Charity

Now a days, the overwhelming difficulty of living has caused charity to become obviated from the intentions of many people, even among relatives and friends. Proof of this reality can be seen everywhere; and seldom will you now find people who are still willing to help and extend assistance without expecting anything in return. That is why I have great respects to those people who are still willing to practice this most noble of virtues. However, I have a few minor takes that I wish to express with regards this practice.

 

Primarily, I believe that the difference between helping people through charity and pampering them with the same is so thin that sometimes charitable persons can no longer tell the difference whether they trudge on one territory or the other. Although some might claim that it matters not which direction the charity follows so long as the nobility of the act is there, I believe that it is important to delineate the difference; not for the benefit of the benefactor but of the beneficiaries. Considering that helping is a virtue, if practiced, it is assumed that it will bear some positive effect on the recipients, otherwise, the expressed virtue can simply morph into a vice-like form which can further aggravate rather than alleviate any situation. 

 

Allow me to explain my point through a hyphothetical yet very commonly occurring scenarios. Consider two siblings, one of them through hard work and persistence has managed to do well in life, while the other through mediocre efforts managed to haul himself deep into the pit of poverty and constantly blames his bad fate for all the misfortunes he gains. The well-to-do sibling is single while the poverty-stricken one has several children having married early in life. Through the goodness of his heart and pushed by his care for his nieces and nephew, the well-to-do sibling has often provided the other sibling with all the help he can muster, to the point that the poor sibling is almost dependent on him. Now seemingly, there is nothing wrong with this act, if at all it is commendable, because siblings indeed need to care and help each other. Besides, charity needs to begin at home. But what disturbs me is the possibility that as the well-to-do sibling constantly provides for the needs of the other, his help and charity may be bearing negative (not positive) effects on the life-perspective of his sibling. True, his charity may project a good image of himself, but in the long run, will it also mold good character out of his beneficiaries? In such situations, it is easy for the soft spot in our hearts to overcome the logic in our brain and we may forget that poverty for all its bad publicity and reputation is the main and necessary ingredient for building strong-willed persona which in the long run will be more beneficial for the person than any or all the temporary aids we can give them. Too much charity can sometimes nullify this ingredient, leaving the person weak and without principle. That is perhaps the reason why an unknown Chinese wise man was inspired to caution everyone regarding charity:

 

Give a person a fish, and you feed them for a day. Teach a person how to fish, and you feed them for a lifetime.

 

Both forms of charity are of course good for the benefactor; but the benefits of the former are more permanent for the beneficiary than the latter.

 

Another commonly extended scenario is like this: at one point, the well-to-do sibling might decide that he wants to send all his nieces and nephew to a private school to provide them with good education. This according to his opinion is so the children will not look down on him someday for being well-to-do but not providing them with good educational opportunity. But he realizes that he cannot completely carry the burden of all the finances of private schooling so he strikes a deal with his poor sibling that he will take care of the tuition fee expenses so long as the poor sibling will take care of the other needs of the children (like uniforms, projects, supplies, etc). The well-to-do sibling is further claiming that this is not for the benefit of his sibling but of her nieces and nephew. However, in my perspective several questions keep on ringing:

 

(1) Will the act really provide the best education for the children?

(2) Who will enjoy the most benefit best from this situation? The children or the parents?

(3) Will it really alleviate the true problem? Or will it aggravate it?

 

In my take, the best education that any child can have are those provided by their own parents, there is no substitute for this. I have seen many poor children sent to public schools that have made it much further and better than those sent on private schools simply because the good influence of their parents are there. In this case, due to the dependency of the poor sibling to his well-to-do sibling, we can assume that the poor sibling has lost the capability to influence his children well. After all, if he himself is dependent, how can he set examples for his children to be independent? As such the solution to the problem of providing the best education for the children does not really lie on the children but on the parents themselves. If they cannot be molded into responsible parents, no amount of private education will also mold their children.

 

And who is to enjoy the most benefit from all this setup? Is it the children? Bear in mind that typical children sent to private schools are mostly well cared from well to do families. If the children of the poor sibling is mixed with these cohorts in a private school with only their tuition fees being on stable ground, it is possible that the scant provisions their poor parents can provide can most probably cause them to feel (initially envy then) shame than pride on being part of that school, seeing how well cared other children are compared to them (sometimes it can also have a positive effect but very rarely). The parents on the other hand can only feel pride in claiming that all their children are studying in private schools as afforded by their well-to-do uncle not understanding that there is really no pride in stating such claims.

 

In the end, the question that really needs attention is whether or not the charity extended by the well-to-do sibling will provide opportunities to alleviate the problem, only time of course will tell. There are a lot of factors that needs to be considered and a lot of commitments to be held. Primarily hinging on how far the well-to-do uncle will hold on to his charitable nature.

But on a more pragmatic sense since the true source of the problem lies in the lack of responsibility on the part of the parents. In my opinion, the charity will most probably aggravate the situation. This because the benefactor did not help, he pampered. Instead of focusing on improving the character of the parents, he dwelled on substituting their shortcomings. True, the children may not look down on him for being a bad uncle but what’s to stop them now from thinking bad of their parents? And which is better, the children thinking bad of other people or of their own parents? Remember, it is not important whether the parents are poor or not, what matters is whether they are responsible.

 

Indeed charity is a double edged sword and one must be very careful in wielding it. In such scenario, my respect for the benefactor is always and remains intact but prudence dictates me to remind that although charity may look at the need and not the cause, nothing good ever came-out out of too much of anything; including charity. Just my two-cents worth.

Rewarding my Faith

scholar

This month of May, all my self-declared scholars have finally turned in respective proofs of their academic performances. As it turned out, it is a very good season because all of them have provided satisfactory ratings plus some additional incentives. To wit, I am currently supporting three students to school in varying levels. These are: (1) My wife Jenny (Taking up Master of Science in Information Technology at LaSallette University), (2) My brother Aeroll (Taking up BS Nursing at Jose Rizal University), and my favorite scholar (3) My daughter Yaninah (in Preparatory school at SKILLS).


Jenny have just earned her 24th unit and all her grades are above excellent, as a matter of fact, I checked it myself, she currently tops her class in standing; if all goes well she’ll be graduating next year. Yaninah on the other hand got an award for topping her class in reading and at five years old she was already declared eligible for Grade 1 and was assessed one step advanced in mathematics by a Kumon center. Although Aeroll was only able to produce average grades for his subjects, he made up for it by passing his Nursing Aptitude Test, he is now eligible to enroll for third year subjects.


All in all, I would say that it is quite rewarding sending these three so-called scholars of mine to school. It is not easy though, physically, mentally, and financially.  Physically because I have to sometimes accompany Jenny to Isabel to enroll, I have to go to JRU to check Aeroll’s status from time to time, and I have already designated myself as Yani’s everyday virtual school bus; mentally because most of the times I had to find time to squeeze the occasional assistance to Jenny, Aeroll, and Yani’s assignment in my PhD work; and finally financially because all of them are studying in private schools. Jenny’s tuition fee amount only to around P7,500 per trimester but her allowance for going to Isabela twice a month amount to P1,500/trip. Aeroll’s tuition fee is around P15,000 per semester and Yani is garnering a whooping P40,000+ per year.


But like I said, everything is worth it! When I see passing grades handed to me, all my burdens just fly away. I like to think of myself as setting up a good example for my family, leading them to higher grounds through education. I pride myself in knowing that the legacy that I will leave to them is one that will stay with them all the years of their life. I ask nothing in return except that they continue to appreciate the opportunities I lay before them and so far, my faith has been well worth rewarded. Next year, i’ll be taking in another scholar, Christian, Jenny’s second cousin and adopted brother, he’ll be in his fourth year in high school.


Life has been good so far, but I know I would have never achieved anything without the support of the same scholars that I am purportedly supporting, in essence, as I support them, they support me. My wife for example has always served as the key to our financial stability, she doesn’t pay any bills but her salary is designated as our family savings and so far has powered all our investments without which we would never be able to afford any of these tuition fees. Aeroll has taken the responsibility of taking care most of the household chores, freeing us from the burden of hiring househelp, and Yaninah, well, she also has her own responsibilities to help, but mostly her smiles suffices to motivate us.


This coming school year, we’ll be facing another struggle, another opportunity for us to show how tough we are. Hopefully, we will be getting the same results. Another joyful page added to a proud father’s lifetime.

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Best in reading
Above Yaninah's Best of Reading certificate in summer prep School
Yanis Medals
Above, medals for previous awards Yani has earned (one gold for 1st honor, one silver for 6th honor)
NAT result
Above, aeroll's nursing aptitude test result certificate

What life is about

Each one of us has his own perspective on how to define life, how to identify the components that will make it as meaningful as possible. Some people  make it overtly complex by adding too much spice, others make it complicated by having too many goals, and there are those that trample at its meaning by filling it with everything despicable. To me however, life is a simple matter of  loving my family and trying my best to make them happy and safe; it's about getting the approval of the one God that lent it all to me and making sure I give it back to Him in one piece with the interest that other people will learn from my experience. The poem below depicts this perspective.

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What life is about

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Considering Kumon

Kumon

Today Jenny and I went to a “Kumon” learning center to get oriented and to get some insight on what this supplemental learning hype is all about. Truth be told, at first I really am hesitant to waste some time going to this center, as I told Jenny, I have deep reservations against educational acceleration and I don’t want Yani undergoing such. However, the orientation gave me a good perspective on what Kumon is and teacher Jennie (the head teacher in that Kumon center) made some very good arguments in support of Kumon that I think I’m having a change of mind.

Foremost, I found out that Kumon was actually not a form of educational acceleration as many other parents have told me, on the contrary, its approach to learning is based on the concept of self-paced learning. It doesn’t force the child to learn concepts, instead, it determines how much the child knows and based on the child’s knowledge state, Kumon presents a set of learning curriculum that advances the child as slowly as possible, depending on the child’s capability, repeating the process only if the child’s failure to grasp the concept completely warrants it.

If at all, what I see in Kumon are the patience of a dedicated teacher trying to instill discipline and good learning habits to a student. The only negative aspect of this supplemental learning approach that I see is that you get to pay somebody to “brainwash” your child. Yes brainwash! When I consider all the methods that Kumon uses, I cannot help but think that this is nothing more than a simplified brainwashing procedure utilized to instill learning habits to the children and to hardwire into their brain the knowledge concepts more permanently. That is why Kumon practitioners claim that their approach makes for a more permanent form of learning, because in truth, they don’t have any special techniques (like fast reading or finger counting), all they have are (well prepared) lessons that are repeatedly presented to the student, this is done until the student’s brain finally decides to look at these lessons as vital information that needs to be stored in the non-temporary section of the brain. If that is not a form of brainwashing, I don’t know what is.

In any case, it’s a good form of brainwashing. One I’m considering giving my child. Jenny told me that in her research in Kumon, she found this one parent who argued that children as such young age do not necessarily need too much convoluted learning procedures, after all, at five years old, do children really need to know about geometry and calculus?

I told her, you go back to that parent and tell him/her that there are only three things that parents need to give their children:

  1. All the love they can possibly muster
  2. All the time that their children needs.
  3. And the best education that they can afford.

The above items are enumerated on the order of importance (#1 being the most important). Now, you would think that number 1 and 2 are the most complied with, since they really don’t cost a penny to do. But the truth is, these two are the most taken for granted. Life and work pressures often occupy too much of the parents mind that they seldom think the true nature of these items. Number 3 then is the only viable options left where most parents can make up for in their child’s needs, so why deny them that one last item?

As for me, personally stating without any intention of bragging, I know that I am complying satisfactorily on the first two items. But the question I asked Jenny is, why stop there? If we want to mold our child as well-balanced as possible, we need to comply in all three. Teacher Jennie told us, if you don’t plan on supporting your child through Kumon for at least three years, then you might as well not get her started on it. Kumon is a long term process, one where the return of investment is not immediately visible. In the long run then, it is not the effort of the child that gets her through it, but the effort of the parents. But the benefit is all on the child. The best education you can afford with all the sacrifice that you can give, all for your child. Isn’t that something a father can be proud of in his lifetime?

A fool's poem

We can't deny that in each and every one of us there is a fool trying to take over, trying to get free. It maybe a thought, a desire, a fantasy, whatever it is, it's there and unless we set it free, it will drive us insane. It's April, the month of fools, the month where no one cares if you act foolishly. Below is a poem depicting my act, see if you can figure out the foolishness in its words.

A fools poem

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Accelerating Yani

Super Yani

March 28, 2008. Today Yani was scheduled to take her Assessment Test from the new school where we are transferring her. She has just hurdled her nursery class and she is already itching to go back to school again. The school that I am referring to is the SKILLS school and the assessment exam she is taking, which doubles as an entrance exam, is intended to determine which level she is most appropriate to enroll (i.e., kinder or preparatory).

So I called the school early to confirm the schedule and brought Yani early to allow sometime for her to relax. I also coached her along the way, trying to make sure she won’t forget the lessons her mother and I taught her. When the time came for her to enter that door alone, I touched her hand and asked her:

Are you nervous?

to which she responded with a concise question: Will they talk to me in English or tagalog?” .

I told her firmlyWhen they talk to you in English, you answer them in English, when they talk to you in tagalog, you answer them in tagalog. That’s the way it goes, but either way, don’t forget to use ‘po’ and ‘opo’. Ok?

She saidOkand I let her go. There’s no sign of nervousness in her hand.

I waited for more than an hour before the school director called for me and showed me the results of Yani’s diagnostic tests. He was a bit excited about the results actually because Yani aced all the tests. He promptly told me that based on their analysis Yani is already eligible to enroll for Grade 1 (at less than five years old).

With out showing any hint of excitement, I promptly asked him So what made you think that?, and he cited the following reasons:

  1. First, they noticed that Yani’s strokes in writing      (particularly her name) already bears signs of advanced writing skills (the director actually pointed those strokes to me which made me wonder      whether he knew Graphonomy or something)
  2. Then they also noted her ability to read (very crudely, If I may add)
  3. And lastly, they were amazed with her confidence in    communicating (both in English and Tagalog) and were very pleased of her courteousness. (which confirmed that she took my advice seriously)

Well, indeed, I said, those are very good reasons to promote Yani to grade one. Unfortunately, her father is the type of person that despises acceleration in all forms and believes that  life is not meant to be traversed in a swift motion. Although I am also hesitant to deny Yani her privilege which she has earned. So, in deciding, I opted to take a compromise. I enrolled Yani for Preparatory level, one step above her usual, and one step below her actual. And that was it.

In going home, I asked Yani whether we can walk back, to which she agreed, so we walked all the way. Actually, there’s still a lot of things that I need to do because my deadline for submitting my PhD proposal draft is up and I am still nowhere to finishing it, but I took the extra time to walk with my daughter because I wanted to feel and hold her hands tightly. The hands that makes me feel proud that I am a father. As we walked, I asked her, “So, how was the exam?” to which she answered, “It did not cover the plus and minus that we studied”. I looked at her, looking really innocent and I replied, “No it didn’t. It wouldn’t”. Another page added to a proud father’s lifetime.