Today's CAROLINIAN - July 2016 Photobook

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A man once passed by his alma matter,


but the Carolinian looked back.


It is 2015.


We call it The Warriors Fresh Camp.


With Fresh being stated by our tiptoes and our dancing and Camp being reasoned by first week’s stunt of searching, for the fairest of them all, in and by both sexes.


The warriors part is all about the walking;


We are welcomed in a foreign campus we will soon call ours,


And are given the history of our university with the promise of us beating adversaries.


And we are grateful.


And brave.


It is 2016.


We come back to school with familiar faces.


Eyes putting names on labels,


our hands now knowing the feel of doorknobs on classrooms, on floors where our feet will take us.


We have now taken in the prestige of our buildings,


of the concrete millions we have poured in their making.


And when once, there was but clutter in all these places,


now there’s a mosaic of friendly faces.


We are learning to hold and be held by last year’s strangers.


It is 2017.


Let go of the tether, leave – our mantra of quitting comes close.


It is third year, and it’s hard,


and no promise from a distant prayer can lighten this resolve.


But we stay.


This part is where dreams come to fruition,


we tell each other, bent over a desk, writing, typing.


Forcing ourselves to love coffee and the moon;


awake -- staying.


It is 2018.


To USC we sing, our alma mater dear ... and on until the hymn is finished.


Sung by bodies in silly robes but all too happy to wear them still.


We stare at our diplomas,


four years of labor etched into paper,

"I guess it’s something about the SAFAD building, and how it's always a different song playing in the background from the piano area everyday. I've loved that since day one & it's definitely one of the things I'll miss about college." - Andrea Vergara, BS-ID 4


and see how once, long ago – gold and green was but a prayer.



A man once left his alma mater,


but the Carolinian stayed.


Life in Green and Gold A man once passed by his alma matter, but the Carolinian looked back.

We are learning to hold and be held by last year’s strangers.

It is 2015.

It is 2017.

We call it The Warriors Fresh Camp, with Fresh being stated by our tiptoes and our dancing and Camp being reasoned by first week’s stunt of searching for the fairest of them all, in and by both sexes.

Let go of the tether, leave – our mantra of quitting comes close. It is third year and it’s hard and no promise from a distant prayer can lighten this resolve.

The Warriors part is all about the walking; we are welcomed in a foreign campus we will soon learn to call ours, and are given the history of our university with the promise of us beating adversaries.

But we stay.

And we are grateful. And brave. It is 2016. We come back to school with familiar faces. Eyes putting names on labels, our hands now knowing the feel of doorknobs on classrooms, on floors where our feet will take us. We have now taken in the prestige of our buildings, of the concrete millions we have poured in their making. And when once, there was but clutter in all these places, now there’s a mosaic of friendly faces.

This part is where dreams come to fruition, we tell each other, bent over a desk, writing, typing forcing ourselves to love coffee and the moon; awake -- staying. It is 2018. To USC we sing, our alma mater dear ... and on until the hymn is finished. Sung by bodies in silly robes but all too happy to wear them still.

The Progressive Student Publication of the University of San Carlos UNIVERSITY OF SAN CARLOS Cebu City, Cebu, Philippines 6000 PHOTOBOOK SPECIAL EDITION VOLUME I No. 1 | JULY 2016

Art Direction by Cherisse Sia Poem written by Kyn Noel Pestaño Photographs by Angelo Nico Daroy, Carmelle Gacasan, Christen Cacanog, Christine Suson, Erica Nicole Jabel, Geralden Morre, Gifthir Lemuel Elmido, Jan Kirwin Chua, Jasper Gabriel Ramirez, Jessa Marie Pedrola, June Kirslie Escudero, Keith Ayuman, Shekinah Danong, Wednesday Dawn Abelgas Layout by Mar Virgil Eway, Pamela Urbiztondo, Rex Jed Fornolles, Jan Joshua Velasco, Giann Mikhael Alipar

We stare at our diplomas, four years of labor etched into paper, and see how once, long ago – gold and green was but a prayer. ... A man once left his alma matter, but the Carolinian stayed.

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