Grammar is a must to have.

Now a day, students are getting bored because of the lessons at school, especially when they hear the topics about grammar. Just like me, I hate grammar. That’s why I don’t have a lot of knowledge in English. That’s why when my teacher gave us a paper full of errors, errors that from our blogs, I felt anxious. Fortunately, I don’t have any mistake written o that piece of paper. But I wonder, do I have any mistake in my blog?

Today, you can’t write correctly when you don’t have grammar lessons. And because of the piece of paper that was given to us, I suddenly realized that I badly needed to listen to the grammar lessons that our teacher has discussed to us. Correct grammar is observed when you write anything in English. English sentences are wrong when its grammar is wrong.

Now, it’s time to improve my grammar and writing skills. I need to pay a lot of attention whenever my teacher is discussing something about grammar, because grammar is lot of help when you are writing something.

Behind Each Victory

Last Feb. 16-18, 11 TUMCS had its intramural. Every section of each year joined every sport. They actually summoned all their best players. The players played at their best in order to win the games. But I don’t really appreciate its outcome. Because in some of games, fairness was not observed. But I understood it now, some teams cannot win a fair game, they need to cheat in order to win. But our team did our best in order to win some games. We exhibited teamwork in every game. We don’t even blame my teammates, we just show our talent in every game that we played. We also prayed before each and every game.

Now I had learned the true value of friendship. That was the value that was planted in my brain. even though our team played a though game, our opponents and us remained as friends. but don’t forget that we are playing for God’s GLORY.

Discrimination: A Way to Commotion!

I will first define what discrimination is. Its denotation is Discrimination is the cognitive and sensory capacity or ability to see fine distinctions and perceive differences between objects, subjects, concepts and patterns, or possess exceptional development of the senses. Now, my connotation about it are, it causes people to fight and get angry with each other. It also breaks the heart of the person being discriminated. At first, I found discrimination a good habit, although I do it sometimes but it is only for a joke. But now, I had learned that discrimination is a SIN.

When I was young, I was discriminated by my classmates. They told me that I was a dwarf. Every day that God has given me, I will not skip a day without being discriminated. Another part of my body that was being discriminated is my two front teeth. They are telling me that I was a rabbit or some animals that has big teeth. Now the sad part of my story of discrimination is a friend told me that I will not grew up. I will be stocked at my height forever. It broke my heart, I wanted to fight him but honestly speaking I cannot, it is all because of my height. But when I turned into a teenager, my height suddenly evolved from being 4 ft. and 6 in. tall I am now 5 ft. and 3 in. tall. My teachers got shocked; they are asking how I grew up that fast. I also learned during my daysof being discriminated to answer them back. I told them to just wait and see the progress of my height.

I even saw people fighting, because they said that they were being discriminated, I also saw my classmates, back in San Isidro, fighting because of this thing.

I also remembered my uncle discriminating our neighbor that she was black as a charcoal. It caused them to fight. Until now, when they see each other somewhere they glare at each other like they were real enemies. Even though they were young when it happened.

Today, the thought that discriminating is awesome, is erased from my head, experiences changed my outlook about discrimination. Discrimination make a people irritated and it make them feel that they are the only one in this world. And just what like I said, it causes big amount of trouble and a very achy headache. By the way, in my opinion, you cannot live a life without discrimination.

HEIGHT DOESN'T MATTER!!

A WAYWARD or LOVING SON?

In the 16^th day of March in the year 1996, Yolanda conceived her first baby boy at Cardinal Santos Hospital, and that’s when I came in “John Riyo”. My parents always told me a story on how I was born and how I grew up. They even told me that they were so happy when I was born. When I am their only son, I toys or things that I like was given to me all the time. We also go to malls every week. And when I was infected by typhoid fever they brought me right away to the hospital because they love me so much.

When I was growing up my parents always told me to be obedient and never forget the things they told me. But when I grew up, I always break my promises to them. When they told me not to be boastful, I do not follow them. They always scold me even though I am right and they don’t listen to my explanations. When I go home early they sometimes scold me, when I go home late they scold me. I don’t know where I should place myself. The only thing that was kept in my mind was that they scold me because they love me. My father, Ricky, also told me to study hard because education is the only thing that they can give us. It is actually right. Because when I grew up and I do not finish my studies I may end up cleaning the streets and getting the garbage that the people had thrown outside. But, I always make them unhappy. When they got my card I got 79% in English. I also always snob them when they told me to go home early.

Now, I have realized that they do all of this things to me because they want me to grow up not only healthy but also they want me to grow wise and a proud son. I also felt pity for them because they work hard just to send me in a private school like TUMCS. My mother also had sleepless nights just because she ironed my uniforms. And despite the fact that they scold me everyday, or should I say twice or thrice a day, I LOVE THEM SO MUCH AND I DON’T WANT THEM TO BE OUT OF MY LIFE. Now, you decide! Am I a WAYWARD or a LOVING SON?