Uniformity for Unity

Implementation of school uniforms has been gaining popularity worldwide due to its numerous benefits. By adopting a standardized dress code, schools can create a more inclusive and equal environment. The world of fashion often fosters competition and judgment among students, leading to potential issues like bullying. School uniforms eliminate this pressure by promoting unity and reducing social disparities. Additionally, I conclude that uniforms contribute to safety and security on campus by easily identifying individuals who do not belong, thus mitigating the risk of violence and other criminal activities.

Furthermore, I strongly believe that uniforms help alleviate the financial burden on parents.

Shifting towards school uniforms is a positive step towards creating a safer and more inclusive school environment. It is important to periodically review the dress code to ensure that it remains relevant and reflective of the changing times. Overall, by promoting uniformity for unity, I strongly supposed that we can create a school culture that fosters respect, discipline, and academic excellence.

Textbooks are firmly certain that light hails to bear the fastest speed of all matter, but not with Jef.

When the clock ticks at 9:30, students magnetize in a flock towards the skinny halls of the school canteen with a gameplan of purchasing the school’s best edibles. As for Jef, the rush of the event is a trigger force — abrupt as a lightning bolt, he’s out and about in the canteen stalls with a gameplan of serving his best chow at a prompt chase.

In the fast lane is where he peaks, that 15-minute margin intended for recess break calls his grace for his side duties. As a son of a canteen vendor, Jefperson Balaod, a Grade 10 learner attends to assist his mother during the reels of recess. This is no wonder, when it comes to their menu’s best-seller, Kwek-kwek!

That same, familiar vibrance of orange spheres jumpstarts Jef’s service as it pins the attention of the many. Their business thrives with this favorite Pinoy staple as it shares that sharp taste of real Filipino goodness touched with Jef’s and his mother’s twist! Bundle by bundle, their kiosk is full within a few moments from the initial ring of the recess bell, hinting the mass crave for their Kwek-kwek delight.

Though usually settled in congested chambers, he gladly operates in these terms as it exchanges profit beneficial for his family. “I don’t really mind the busy crowd, I’m already used to it. I don’t take it against any bother, otherwise, the spacious our stall, the worrisome we get from net loss.” Stressed Jef.

Acting quick-paced is his ace as the gatherings of learners are speedy as well. As to Jef, the challenge of this timecrunch acts as his teacher that coaches him to work efficiently under other circumstances that demands the same ratio of no-delay and real speed. Most similarly with his due assignments and school projects, the aspects of efficient time management and ideal skill concentration are put into great consideration for these are acquired manners from Jef’s time spent during his recess sidelines.

Jef could have dedicated his time delving into digital hobbies that are popular amongst his peers like playing Mobile Legends or participate into the latest dance craze taking storm in Tiktok, yet Jef remained reserved with his mature understanding towards their business venture and paused on any inlets of peer FOMO. His persistence to continue his work of aid is truly a pleasant sight to see.

Goal-orientation is the universal determinant to reap the rewarding lumps of labor, and Jef learned it the 15-minute way. By lending help to his mother, he takes shape in bodying commitment and support. Simple in its form, his Kwek-kwek vending bridges a macro effect on his daily functions as it is a two-tailed advantage pole, as the act helps his mother and the

Beyond the academic realm, Jef is likewise an achiever to other surfaces. At some point, it may appear as though rigid, but short minutes to a learner like Jef, he’s bound to curate productivity. Kwek-kwek, tiny orange balls that pay you minimum change, much to pay the cost of Jef’s routinely canteen marathon in his own brand, prepared with a charge of keenness.

By: Zyra Marie Ambingan

Up above, is the staggering stone carved in respect of the National Hero. A depiction of Dr. Jose Rizal, who defended the Filipino generations from the surge of extermination exactly 133 years ago. Below, are the generations of he who safeguarded during his lifetime, hands over their heads, eyes shut closed. At a chorus of fear, one mirrors that a modern hero, gelled with no restraint, led her fellows against what is yet, another surge of parallel extermination.

Like a tornado of collective fright, the school heard echoes of terror in its corridors. A dramatic face was let lived at the grounds of CNHS where students scream for their lives in the chilling midst of an acute Earthquake that lasted a few moments-short for further ruins. Wrecked in emotional distress, CNHS sounded eerie, except for she, who stood mighty.

Carrying the weight as a forefront commando is an intimidating position to take and a pair of wide shoes to fit, albeit, it’s no cause for misfit. Though falling into the petite category, her physique is no deficiency as her vigor for genuine leadership under intense pressure is already a tall feat to defeat.

This Grade 10 SPJ learner spearheaded the evacuation tail of her section under intimate monitoring of every individual. Caught in the untimely corruption of the earthquake, Angel Maceda is urged to allow the manifestation of camaraderie and leadership through her initiation. Taking a leap of faith in the scenario, she took vulnerability as though only a state of mind and carried on with her quest.

Similar to the primary conduct of our heroes’ honor are the selfless and attested concern for mass welfare, such is where Angel Maceda’s dignity also lies. At the height of the panic and spiral of confusion, Angel withstood teases of cowardice and took the baton of leading her classmates to safe arenas.

A mega 5.9 Magnitude Earthquake shook the disposition of the masses as the sudden occurrence of the event accentuated the humble afternoon of March 7, 2023. Even then, Angel presents herself unfazed by the happening as her steadfast character ignites her spirit over taking her underlying creeps. This heroic attribute dawned the safety and wellbeing of everyone thanks to her uncontested will.

The dynamic of Angel’s outstanding superintendence overthrew the crippling spook injected by the unfortunate circumstance. Shedding light to the dark atmospheres and symbolized hope in the form of solid appeal.

Not all heroes are preserved in hard carved stones as homage to their celebrated influence, for some, a still photograph speaks volume to the highlights of their valiant community efforts. Many consider her as a modern hero, for when at the wake of the quake, are they adorned by an Angel (Maceda) here on earth.

By: Zyra Marie Ambingan

Dear Papa,

Are you busy?

I hope you’re free. I’m outside, beneath the shades of green, from the same tree you were lying back in ‘03. Blowing are the conditioners of fresh air, you told me it’s good for the lungs, I feel comfy here, genuine, and happy, can I stay here for a while?

Why is that?

You’re arching your brows yet again. Did it bother you? So much of a memory to baffle you, huh. Again, with the reoccurring scenes of the past you subconsciously rewind does it suggest you haven’t moved on. Was it me?

Did it scare you?

When the lines were two. Perhaps it showed itself as a shock to you. Surprise! Though a smile didn’t curve your lips, it drowned instead. Because at that moment you knew, all weren’t just through.

Down I go.

It wasn’t easy for you, I know. Need not to tell a lie, I heard a cry. You were bound to call me by your name, too bad, the opportunity might have slipped, it missed. Then goes a deep sigh, a little teary and shy.

You were selfless for catering my future into a thoughtful perspective. Thank you for not bringing me into a world under harsh turns and scarce terms. For actually putting me first, knowing the situation , that I’ll grapple too.

But the strings don't end here. Let's keep in touch. I’ll visit you in your dreams, and write you mails for us to share in these sheets of paper parts. Now Finish your pending assignments, they are almost due. Keep

“What do you want to be when you grow up?”

Definitive at any Filipino gathering, a single question reviews the future of a child in an instant. Conditioned with boxed terms of profession, the liberty to seek forth and explore the depths of opportunity may seem as though a pitfall, of such, unknown.

“Be a doctor, or a lawyer. I mean you’d be great as an engineer or use your gift in speech as a teacher.”

Though given her innate brilliance, comes the shadow of preconceived stereotypes weighing on an 8th grader’s back. For a consistent topnotcher since grade school, Aryenne is met with expectations that determine her future. The pressure of suiting wide shoes set for a young, navigating and naïve Aryenne can be too much to live up. Unwilling of the tension, Aryenne clocks to entertainment and on goes the television, maxing out the volume, in-hopes to silence the noise of projected stress

As time progressed, Aryenne noticed a change of habit that soon shaped a change of lifestyle.

“G Diaries” a television program hosted by Gina Lopez; a Filipina environmentalist captivated the budding quirks of a 15-year-old currently untangling personal discovery. Growing fond of the segment’s engagement, Aryenne sought connection with nature, and with the call for environmentalism which benchmarked the stand of her core.

Looking at the context of her hometown and her direct locale, Aryenne connected dots and concluded that serious help is in grave need for environmental conservation, and project attention. Claiming the potential for geothermal energy in her home province, Davao de Oro, Aryenne aims at the idea of having the province transition from fossil fuels to renewable resources.

• Aryenne Ysabelle Rodrigo is the First Filipina coming from the

• Aryenne was featured in various news houses: The Manila Times, Express, Abante and

• Trailing history, Philippines only scores around 1-2 Filipinos having 3 students getting admitted

• The Ivy League is an American collegiate athletic conference Northeastern United States including; Brown University, Columbia Harvard University, Princeton University, University

• The term Ivy League is typically perceived with connotations social elitism.

• Current Ivy League acceptance

• According to CollegeVine, about 17% are Asian-American

By: Zyra Marie Ambingan

Reflective with the purity of his polo is the modesty of his self for the call of duty where the sense of commitment to quality physical difficulty.

usy, moving around from place to place, Kuya Michael Gumpay is a virtuoso when it comes to paperwork and technical aid. As the attendant of the School Principal, Kuya Michael observes the functions of the office and mails the tasks to the school’s faculty. The nature of his task is effort-demanding, yet Kuya Michael is as ebullient as ever all while tramping his signature walk!

Despite his condition under limp injury, where he’s suited with a sustained uneven marching pattern, Kuya Michael is optimized with his high spirits and is more than capable to straighten the bent inconveniences faced by the Passionate with the assignment of his reverence, Kuya Michael shared that he learned to love his job despite the struggles that surfaced due to his bodily insecurities. It was because of the character and the disposition of the School Principal towards him. He later stressed how Sir Norman G. Jandog holds so much impact to molding himself for his own benefit and how it affected his inner perspectives towards the many aspects of both life and

By: Zyra Marie Ambingan

Juggling acads, extracurriculars, immersions and college admissions, Aryenne persevered, all for the promise of becoming an Environmental Scientist.

Twenty applications to US-based Universities later, swept and done, challenge accepted.

“In the face of adversity, I was rather encouraged than discouraged. The rough patches me, my mamang and papang had to go through during the pandemic fueled my spirit to strive. By the way, I had nothing to lose if I applied abroad.” Aryenne said.

True enough, her labors exchanged favors. Among America's top universities Aryenne bagged prestigious acceptance letters from Harvard, Princeton, and Amherst! “Out of all the schools I applied to, this was really beyond my imagination, but here I am!” Aryenne proudly expressed. In the black and white framework of societal ideals, Aryenne kindled hope for nuance. Bearing both the ambition and the drive for effort, Aryenne cemented her fate past the commotion of others’ opinion. Thrusting her enthusiasm for the development of nature and livelihood and the rural communities are the flags that paved her purpose into motion.

“Why become an Environmental Scientist?” the country’s Public High School to be admitted to Harvard!

“Ever since Ms. Gina Lopez passed, I always wondered who would carry on with her legacy.” With the wit and the wholesome care Aryenne invested unto safeguarding the welfare of the community and the environment, it is no wonder why her aspirations are received with much welcome. At the break of the sensationalized paragon of becoming, Aryenne stays firm, as a trustee of public service. Not casted by the shadow of another of becoming a doctor, a lawyer or as the second Gina, but as the Only Aryenne, the first of her name.

Times, Cosmopolitan Ph, Good News Pilipinas, The Summit and Rachfeed, conference comprising eight private research universities in the Columbia University, Cornell University, Dartmouth College, University of Pennsylvania, and Yale University. connotations of academic excellence, selectivity in admissions, and elitism. rates range from 3.41% to 7%

Filipinos successfully carrying on with Harvard acceptance, so, admitted this year is special!

Asian-American students admitted to the Ivy League schools.

With the triumph of her achieved glories, Aryenne stays grounded with gratitude. Immersed in the privilege of premier education, Aryenne’s wish is to recognize her humble beginnings and serve the goal of her merit, and that is to serve. Urging everyone with a phrase to make a difference, Aryenne encourages all to “Give back to the community after you graduate.” While uncertain of what lies ahead of her, for one, she is certain, “I will surely come back home.”

The PURR fect Student Hotspots for Post-class Sessions!

By: Zyra Marie Ambingan

Looking for a warm ambiance that encapsulates the magic of cozy conversations and quintessential coffee brew? Then 5H Café might be perfect for you! Awaken the conscious lead behind the wearied dead beat with 5H’s key caffeine boost! Share every sipping moment as their location perfectly stands in near isolation that may be ideal for the students’ much needed unwinding!

School is one unit culprit for cognitive and physical exhaustion, one course of action to fulfillment is to treat ourselves with the town’s best snack shacks! From western tastes to Asian influence, their servings are THE melting pot for enriched satisfaction - perfect for learners that seek jammed chucks whilst on a budget.

On the hunt for some *good good* after-school meals? Indulge in the delectable signature wings Kakak Man’uk offers! With a wide selection of flavors that complements with every taste palate, the liberation of choosing from their variety options are a serious breather which suits those nagging cravings way back from the previous Mathematics lecture!

Filipinos might have an invisible string attached to the Italian cuisine as time and time again, our chasmic fascination towards Pizzas are observed patterns. Students of CNHS attests to this claim very well as the shop’s seats never sees vacancy from the students every afterschool. From the fragrance of the crust’s aroma down to the very last bite, no crumb is wasted in denial, Pizza Minute is but a worthwhile bet!

self accordance. Ingrained in his system is his indomitable spirit quality deliverance is shared with a generous smile - despite his man stopped. “Asa ka gang?” screams heaven and finally. At last, after gas lighting myself that walking is a healthy exercise --- I can now take off my mask.

“With love, all other compositions are already granted. Thereafter follows genuine joy, fondness, and hard work towards the job and for me, that is what’s most important.” Kuya Michael, drawing emphasis on how he describes his grave inclination to his position.

After four years of service, his determination never faded an inch, even so, it multiplied overtime.

Such can be testified through the first-hand experience of the school’s faculty and staff where their daily encounters with Kuya Michael are never failed as it is shared with the utmost commitment and sincerity he imparts not minding the restraints of his limp condition.

Customary to social norms, persons with disability are regarded to be seemingly short for occupations that are uphill, however the challenge didn’t flinch Kuya Michael’s vibrations to strive for the act of duty.

Flawed and awesome, Flawsome he is indeed, because like any other walking noble man, he walks with pride and dignity.

Time stands still.

Lies a fragile figure on his uncovered sill.

Of scorching heat and painful sun rays is a levered foot pedal that fuels a heart from burning.

Maneuvering his 3 wheeled vehicle is a day added to his lived life. With a bottled water in hand, he can wander around the wonders, with a 10peso fare to compensate his service.

Stuck between hopping in to help make ends meet and walking away out of pity because of our doubled body weight --- is a conscious effort to avoid them in the highway. How ironic . We sympathize yet are scared to encounter them halfway.

Phew! I exclaimed in between my breaths. I have been walking in circles yet there was no transportation vehicle roaming down the empty streets.

I was never a fan of walking, jogging, running ---- every action word that ends with –ing.

I immediately told him where I was headed to. Though I was a bit reluctant because of the fact that I was riding a trisikad (a bicycle with a mounted sidecar), I shoot my shot. I stared at my wristwatch and found out that I was still 20 minutes away from the call time.

Sigh --- “I will get there in time”, I said to myself. I did not notice that the driver was paying attention to me for like a

“Pasensya na kayo gang, tiguwang naman gud si tatay”, he muttered. I was not expecting that response from him. I was taken aback and at some point, I felt guilty. It seems like I was pushing him to his limits. All throughout the ride, he gave me a glimpse of his life.

Tatay Damiano Dela Cruz is a 70-yearold trisikad driver residing at P-9 Poblacion, Compostela, Davao de Oro. He is a widowed man and a father of 4. His children are all married except for his youngest daughter who is currently studying. Alone in his amakan home, he had no choice but to get up for he still has grandchildren to support financially.

By: Lian Maye Tan

flashes a smile and softly say, “Okay ra gang, laban para sa mga apo”. I teared up a little. How great of a man he is --- a superhero without a cape. Going back to reality, we almost tripped because of the hump. That was when my reflection stopped. I scanned my surroundings and realized that I was near my destination. When I got there, I hopped off his trisikad. I was about to hand him my fare when I noticed his slightly burnt calloused hand. I was about to say thank you when he gave me the 10peso change. I swiftly told him, “Diha rana tay”. And he replied in his weak voice, “Ayaw ra gang, diyes-pesos raman jud pliti basta trisikad”

*Sigh* How ungrateful am I?

By: Zyra Marie Ambingan

Navigating through the crammed maze of hesitant daze, birthed the assembly of a passion project that resonated with her state of affairs and woes. Mustering the valor that spined the backbone of her vision was the ground of her glittering pasarela walk. Alongside with the glamor of the other bets, the stage set ablaze with the fiery charm and long perspective, where beauty and grit comes undivided.

At the very stage of Ginang ng Davao de oro, evinced the testament of her response to community issues. Speaking up and amplifying the possibility of literary rescue.

“Write for a Single Right,” led by CNHS’ Special Program in Journalism Coordinator, Ma’am Excell Visitacion-Balinas, took the pageant not only for its gleam but for a purpose — of stretching her advocacy. Project Journalism on the Go (JOG) pans the limelight to sole mothers. With the project pointing focus as to empowering Single Moms through Journalism and Media Literacy, Project JOG appeals to widening the safe havens of single mothers in the community.

Project JOG, wasn’t a point of singularity, but took compilations of arranged ideals to the exposition that it is today. Emancipating marginalized women and encouraging them in the name of Journalism.

The project is in collaboration with the Department of Education (DepEd) with partner journalists writing articles about women empowerment. The project is also amplified through the booms and speakers of tapped local radio stations where Special Program in Journalism (SPJ) students can hold their immersions, broadcasting segments about news and current affairs as well as a comprehensive tackle on women empowerment.

“My main purpose is to create a community wherein all single mothers will be loved and respected because the path they are traveling is not simple,” Balinas shared. As a single mother herself, the unsaid discrepancy and unfair judgment towards parents like her are common observations exercised in the community. And as a woman with dignity and grace, Balinas aims to rehabilitate the customary and break walls from within, for “it is a path fitted only for the strong.”

A path only made for the strongest of faith. Providing space spaces for women her age. Celebrating motherhood for bearing the weight twice the accustomed marriage. Her story is a testament that single parenthood are not for the weak. Indeed, an EXCELLent pedagogue. Words are futile devices. Welcoming the age of inclusivity champions the purpose of change. Reconditioning the essence of literary texts for a significant cause, banks on the benefit of everyone. Single mothers are unsung heroes that hold the cradle of the future and the upcoming. It is of great privilege to witness and contribute to this chain — of curing insecurity.

By: Zyra Marie Ambingan

IT girls never excepts on their bag; no buts, no ifs, it’s no question why it’s never compromised. As the adage goes, behind every IT girl is an IT bag. Here, we take an exploration of interest as we raid the essential treasures inside the prized bags of CNHS’ learners

Imagine being crammed by school work-stress, what best mirrors these unfortunate events are Wour looks, particularly the lips! Dry and dull, comes the desperate need for a little lovin’. I mean, there’s nothing a red lip can’t fix.

Alike with ovens are our classrooms, especially during the March-May climate, like barbeques, we're roasted! But for IT girls, they only consider themselves as Barbies, so to uphold that, a nice breezy zephyr gives them a barbie-licious glow!

Pens may be less durable materials but it is sharp enough to draw the line between dire and quality, G-tech point pens are supreme. IT girls abide by the standard, and a G-tech is no question.

Have you ever wondered why IT girls have flawless, untouchable skin? If anything, getting sunburnt is like a cardinal sin, thus a sunscreen is non-negotiable. It’s the secret code for that youthful and alluring luxe!

Health (Aquaflask) is of paramount importance. Among the aforementioned items, hydration is the forefront concern of any school attendee, and IT girls are never late to this usual. While any water bottle would serve you well, an insulated tumbler gives you all the glory of hydration while achieving eco-sustainability all at once with the same gulp.

Hair is not anymore the girls’ crowning glory - it is now Eyebrows. We cannot go out without an on fleek Kilay others may fail but not my eyes that could kill