Teaching without losing yourself
By Herman M. Lagon Some mornings, the weight starts even before the first “Good morning, class.” It begins in a jeep that barely moves, in shoes that ...
Staff WriterJanuary 31, 20265 min
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By Herman M. Lagon Some mornings, the weight starts even before the first “Good morning, class.” It begins in a jeep that barely moves, in shoes that ...
Some issues only feel “national” when they reach the dinner table. The West Philippine Sea (WPS) is one of them. You can ignore it until galunggong or...
Many teachers know this moment well. A senior high student stares at a distance–time word problem, not because the math is hard, but because the sente...
Some mornings at the ISUFST Main Campus–Tiwi Site arrive already heavy. The sun is sharp by mid-morning, deadlines hover like unspoken reminders, and ...
If you ever want to understand Dinagyang or Kasadyahan beyond the spectacle, do not look at the grandstand first. Look at the eyes. It is the eyes bef...
Somewhere between the drumbeat of Dinagyang and the Monday-morning rush of regular life, we have developed a quiet survival skill: reading the governm...
I was asked by my Jesuit mentor Fr. Manny Uy Jr. to help gather one or two inspiring stories from Iloilo that might be useful for a homily at Santa Ma...
Dinagyang has always been the kind of festival you can feel before you see. Still, let us be honest: for many Ilonggos, seeing is part of feeling. Ban...
I have always loved how Dinagyang can make even the most serious Ilonggo smile like a child. The drumbeat enters the chest first before it reaches the...