Vol. 8, No. 5, June 7, 2004
Jean
Haydee Dy Wang (Batch '99), in photo, copped 6th place, with a score of
87.86%, in the Certified Public Accountant Licensure Examination
given last May. She was among 1,051 out of 5,354 candidates who passed
this year's board exam. Haydee is the daughter of Johnny Wang and
Chiok Hian Dy-Wang (Batch '69). She was the salutatorian of
LCHS high school Class of 1999 and graduated magna cum laude in
Accountancy at the University of San Carlos in October 2003. She
will join the rest of the new CPAs in the oath taking ceremonies scheduled
at the Plenary Hall of the Philippine International Convention Center in
Manila on June 22, 2004.
LFCCC
pays tribute to Lim Teck Hua
By Suniel Lim (Batch '66)
The officers of the Lanao Filipino Chinese Chamber of Commerce (LFCCC), led by President Robert Co, paid tribute to the late Jose Lim Teck Hua with a flower offering ceremony at his wake last May 28. Jose Lim Teck Hua, who died last May 21, was an active member of the chamber. His body was brought to the Masonic Temple on May 29 where appropriate Masonic rites were performed by his brethren in his honor. Members of the Resurrection of the Lord Filipino Chinese Catholic Community also held and dedicated a mass for him. Jose Lim Teck Hua was laid to rest at 8 a.m. last May 30 at the Maria Cristina Gardens, Iligan City.
Henry Dy receives Boy Scouts award
Henry Dy (Batch ‘64) was a recipient of the prestigious “Gold Usa Award” at the national convention of the Boy Scouts of the Philippines (BSP) held at the Waterfront Cebu City Hotel last May 25. The "Gold Usa (deer)" is one of the top national awards given to outstanding BSP members. Henry Dy is a member of long standing of the BSP National Executive Board.
Filomena
Manzano, 29
Filomena "Minnie" Manzano (Batch '92) died last June 1, at 9 p.m., in Naga City, Bicol. She passed away after lying comatose for three days in the hospital as a result of cerebral hemorrhage. She was 29 years old. A certified public accountant, Minnie taught at the Ateneo de Naga. She studied in LCHS from Grade IV to Fourth Year high school. Still single, she is survived by her parents and family. She was a niece of Mila Manzano, wife of Nelson Dy (Batch '72). Interment is set on Sunday, June 6, 2004, in Naga City. We request our pious readers to pray for the eternal repose of her soul.
Congrats
to Henry Dy
Sun, 23 May 2004 10:31:04 +0800
Let me extend our warm and heartfelt congratulations to Vice Mayor
Henry C. Dy (a brother Mason, a true friend and honest man and a good father
and husband to his family). Keep up the good work, Bro. Henry and
always give thanks to God for all your successes.
--Bro. Antonio "Boy" Te (Batch '69) and Sister Lorna Te
and family, Taipeh, Taiwan, email: tonite@ms72.hinet.net
Congrats to Haydee Wang
Wed, 26 May 2004 23:16:59 +1000
Our congratulations to Jean Haydee Dy Wang!
You make all LCHSians very proud. And may your life be full of happiness
and more success!
--Loloy Tan (Batch '66), Sydney, Australia,
email: edtan@iinet.net.au
Condolences to Lim family
Sat, 22 May 2004 08:55:44 -0500
We are saddened by the passing away of Jose Lim Teck Hua, or "A-hua"
as we all know him. My family and his family have always been close.
To Bee Ngo Chim, daughter Margie, sons Warren, Jason and Dominic, our heartfelt
condolences, thoughts, and prayers.
--Willy Dy (in behalf of Dy Sun Kang and family), Houston, Texas,
U.S.A., email: willycdy@houston.quik.com
Wed, 26 May 2004 19:08:11 -0700 (PDT)
To Beng Ngo and family: May God grant you peace and comfort knowing
that death on Earth is life in heaven. A-Hua is now on a much better
place. This is a journey that we all must take, and each must go alone.
It's all part of the master's plan, step on the road to home. Remember
the love that you all once shared, cherished the memories. With Christ
love.
--Evelyn and Karen Go, San Antonio, Texas, U.S.A., email: e_go@sbcglobal.net
Thu, 27 May 2004 10:58:46 +0800
In behalf of Batch '87, I'm sending our heartfelt condolence to Warren
and family.
--Marie Janiefer Lee, Makati, Philippines, email: janiefer@pacific.net.ph
Wed, 26 May 2004 22:36:49 -0700 (PDT)
Bengo and children: Please accept our sincere condolences for
the passing of Ah-Hua.
--Jaime & Lulette Andaquig and family, St. Thomas, U.S.
Virgin Islands, email: andaquig007@yahoo.com
Mon, 31 May 2004 23:24:48 +0000
To the Lim Family: Our heartfelt prayers for the eternal rest
of Ah-Hua Lim. He will be missed. Sincerely.
--Alex Rodriguez & family, Miramar, Fl., U.S.A., email:
alpacino_8@hotmail.com
Letter
of thanks from Iligan City Vice Mayor
The election is over and thank God, with your valued assistance I was rewarded a humble victory. Yes, you have helped so much. I know you are not expecting any payment because the victory that is ours was made possible by your help and your prayers are priceless.
Now that I am given the chance to serve you, to serve our people and to serve the City of Iligan as Vice Mayor gives me a compelling mandate to do the best I can within the limits of my human capabilities.
I am fully aware that public service nowadays has always been generally below par. But I am always of the belief that laudable service is attainable by public servants whose desire is to accomplish what is due the public and the community. I will try to do the best I can so that what you have been expecting of me shall not be in vain. In my little way, I hope I can have the confidence and trust of those who have been craving for at least a satisfactory service that is expected of us.
With your help and God's blessings we shall not fail.
I and my family would like to extend again to you and yours our heartfelt gratitude for your assistance, hopes and prayers.
Very truly yours,
Henry C. Dy
Vice Mayor-elect, Iligan City
By Christine Veronica B. Uy
Introducing
the LCHS Faculty and Non-teaching Staff
(First of two parts)
Who does it with patience, joy, compassion and the compulsion, as well, in producing innumerable bunches of men of high moral fiber and of universal knowledge? (Excerpt taken from a composition of Mr. Arsub M. Varquez, Jr. in honor of teachers.)
Indeed, schools are perpetually searching for this kind of caliber in a teacher to which the term 'rarity' aptly connotes the prospect of truly finding all these qualities in a mentor. Nevertheless. Lanao Chung Hua School is still fortunate to have a line up for school year 2004-2005 that is worth promoting. The following are our faculty members including our non-teaching force.
Chinese Department:
Mrs. Ida C. Te, Nursery Adviser (Probationary III), B.S. Commerce,
teaching years: 11 years;
Miss Eva M. Khey, Kindergarten 2 & Grade 5 Adviser (Regular),
Further Studies in Chinese Language (yearly in China), teaching years:
27 years;
Mrs. Evangeline T. Chiu, Kindergarten 1 & Grade 6 Adviser
(Regular), BS Commerce, teaching years: 21 years;
Miss Marilou M. Alfafara, Grade 1 Adviser (Probationary 1, New),
BSBA Business Economic, MSU-IIT, teaching year: 1 year;
Miss Minnie Noreen Q. Dy, Grade 2 Adviser/Guidance Counselor
(Probationary III), BS Psychology, MSU-IIT, teaching years: 3 years;
Mr. Juanito Lim, Grade 3 Adviser (Regular), BS Marine Transportation,
Maritime Academy, Iloilo, teaching years: 14 years;
Mrs. Wanda C. Tyching, Grade 4 Adviser (Probationary II), BS
Business Adm., teaching years: 2 years;
Mrs. Lyn S. Cu, First Year Adviser (Regular), BS Biological
Sciences, UPV-CAS, teaching years: 5 years;
Miss Conchita L. Cabanlit, Second Year Adviser (Regular), BS
Accounting, University of San Jose Recoletos, teaching years: 17 years
in LCHS;
Mr. William K. Payonan, School Principal & Third Year Adviser
(Regular), BSEE, Central Philippines University, teaching years: 21 years;
Mrs. Glenda Sy-Cabilan, Chinese Department Head & Fourth
Year Adviser (Regular), BSC Accounting, University of San Carlos &
Further Studies in Chinese Language (yearly); teaching years: 21 years;
and
Mr. Michael John L. Siangco, Special Class (Probationary I,
New), BS Biology, MSU-Marawi, Scholar for 2 years in Chinese Language Course
at Huaqiao University, Xiamen, China.
(Our second part of this article will feature our faculty for English Department and non-teaching staff in the next issue of the Spectrum.)
Charles O. Sy, Batch '67
Life and Times at the Old LCHS Library
Among the nooks and crannies of the old LCHS Roosevelt campus, one of the least visited was perhaps the school library. Yet, to me, it remained one of the more memorable of them all.
Why it deterred most of the students was perhaps because the library was nestled way up on the upper floor of the building annex the auditorium, rendering it less accessible. Which runs true to the adage that reading books is like scaling new heights. Or perhaps it was because the library was haunted. Tales of poltergeists and elves lurking in the library chamber were not uncommon. Yet I had never seen any such ghosts in the lib. Perhaps they were more scared of me than I of them.
The library building was the tallest structure on campus. Adjacent to the lib were the living quarters of the school principal, Tan Lian Hun, and his wife Huang Hun whom we all addressed as Hao Tiu Niew. Occasionally, Mr. Tan would be seen scanning the campus grounds from high up on the balcony, from which perch one could have a vantage view of the surroundings. As a child, I remember often seeing Mr. Tan on the balcony and assuming him to be some sort of sentinel on tower duty pretty much like a lifeguard on bay watch.
Through the years, the principal's quarters had also been home to a number of visiting dignitaries. One of the more notable of such visitors was the Taiwanese movie star, Tsihn Suat Hong. During her concert tour in Iligan in 1960, she was billeted at the principal's quarters. Day in and day out, her presence on campus drove students and fans to queue up to the library building for her autograph. I was among those forming the queue. Unfortunately, as soon as I reached the front of the line, I was promptly sent out on an errand by Hao Tiu Niew to fetch some soft drinks from the school canteen. Well, I never got the superstar's autograph. But for days I bragged to my classmates that I was the knight in shining armor who was able to quench her thirst.
Despite its seeming lack of patronage, the library stored an abundant collection of books, reference materials, encyclopedia, and the biggest tome of Webster's dictionary I'd ever seen. The dictionary occupied center stage. That was the only book in the library I ever opened.
Other than that, I don't remember ever climbing up the long steps to the library to browse the books stored in its shelves. Much of the occasions in which I was drawn to the library was to satisfy my thirst for a rather less scholarly pursuit. The lofty balcony commanded a good view of its backyard where at certain hours every morning several neighborhood maidens would bathe in the open by the public artesian well.
Conceived, in essence, as a center for academic research, the old LCHS library was, in practice, a multi-purpose center. It doubled as a supply station where we purchased our text books, stationery, note pads, Chinese brushes and other school materials. For some campus lovebirds, it was a convenient trysting place. Its meager lighting provided a conducive ambience for the incurable romantic to exchange sweet nothings in some obscure corners. It was their way of spending quality time in the lib, or so it seemed. For some reason, the scant lighting also added to the eerie aura, prompting students doing research or whatever clandestine activity, to race for the exit at the slightest echo of some mysterious footsteps, real or imagined.
The lower end of the library staircase also led to the backstage of the school auditorium. On many occasions during school programs, the space underneath the staircase served as an extended dressing room for the performers. No wonder not a few naughty boys often preferred to hang around by the staircase during school programs. Alas, the girls never understood us when we told them they looked better backstage than on-stage.
Ironically, the lib was not the place where we read the newspapers. Daily newspapers were available at the faculty office instead. They were accessible to students and teachers alike. Which was just as well for it allowed students and faculty to mingle at the office while sharing the papers. The Manila Times was the leading newspaper and from it I was introduced to the writing styles of such notable columnists as Teodoro Valencia, Mariano Querol, Max Soliven, Joe Guevara, Alfredo Roces, Walter Lippman, and J.V. Cruz.
Through the years, the lib had seldom been a favorite hub of student activities. It came alive only when the student council would gather there for council meetings. Holding court at these gathering were the student leaders of our time, the likes of Wilson Lim, Sergio Siao, Teresita Siao, Vy Sio Tin, Leonardo Tan, Marcy Sy, Lucio Choa Tan, Stephen Sy, Helen Ngo, Vy Beng Hong, Felipe Lim, Richard Lim, Roderick Ngo, among others. In this august hall were charted the course of events for such major school affairs like Confucius Day, October Ten Celebration, and the annual Intramural. I attended a few such meetings as PRO of the student council for a year. But I had never been absorbed in the discussion whatsoever. Somehow in the middle of the deliberations, my mind almost always drifted somewhere else ... toward the balcony overlooking the backyard by the open artesian well where neighborhood maidens offered more irresistible enticements.
If only for that, to me, the long, hard climb to the lib was well worth the effort. Of such adolescent revelries are my memories of the old LCHS library forever enshrined.
Marie Janiefer Q. Lee, Batch '87
Rain, Rain Go Away
It’s 9:00 a.m. and we’re just leaving the house; my mind is already racing as fast as my heart. I hate being late as much as I don’t want to wait around for late people. But I guess there are days when things just don’t go the way they should, and this is one of those days.
While we were heading to the shop, my cellphone was getting bombarded with messages from both my staff and customers asking me where I am. And this is one of those things that comes with being late which I hate: the explaining part. As much as I wanted to scream at the driver, I wouldn’t. The few scathing words I uttered to him as he sauntered through the gate was more than enough for him. From somebody like me who seldom talks to him directly, he should know that I’m already super mad.
I was too busy prioritizing in my mind the things I need to do the minute I reach the office that I just pretended that I didn’t see when we stopped just a few millimeters away from the back of this huge trailer. My mind was busy trying to figure out how to deliver the Taiwan visa applications before lunch time at the same time how do I wait for a client who wanted me to be at the shop before lunch. How can I be at two places at the same time? Hmmm, then out of nowhere I heard my daughter from the back seat of the car, reciting, “Rain, rain go away, little Shania wants to play.” From the sound of it, she’s been reciting this rhyme the whole time but it didn’t penetrate my consciousness until that very minute. So I looked out the window and realized that it was raining. Wow, I really love it when it rains. Then there she goes again “rain, rain go away ...” Her voice was full of innocence. And full of faith. Believing that the more she repeats the rhyme the sooner the rain would stop. How I wish I could go back to that time when all I care about is when the rain would stop and when I could go out and play. Back when what really matters is the present, not the hours ahead nor the days ahead.
I realized how time flies. I’m now older with both real and imaginary worries bigger, and my daughter getting big enough to recite a whole rhyme and big enough to give “sound” reasons. Just the other night she was having bouts of hiccups. She came up to me and said, “Mom, I have shicups!” I said, “It’s hiccups.” But she insisted that it’s “shicups.” She said that her two older brothers told her that “hiccups” are for boys while “shicups” are for girls. I didn’t know what to do with my two little boys who seem to make it a habit to teach their little sister silly stuffs like “shicups.”
I don’t know if this is what I get for being too caught up with so many things at times that sometimes my mind is so busy that half of the things my kids say don’t really make it to my brain. It just comes in through one ear and out the other. I’m afraid that I’m growing into a person I don’t even like. A person who doesn’t listen. A person who just hears.
As much as I want them to grow up fast, so that they’d be more independent from me, I also hope that somehow they’d grow up into people with less worries, people who could still appreciate the importance of simple stuffs, like for example a rain.
Before we reach the shop, there was another voice chanting “rain, rain go away” but this time it ends with “little Jenny wants to play.”
Leonardo Tan, Batch '66
Presidential versus Parliamentary
When this article sees light in the Spectrum, it shall have been exactly 4 weeks since the May 10 election. I am writing this on the 3rd week after that event. And thank God, the Philippine Congress has at last decided to start canvassing the votes for President and Vice President. So as of this writing, it is still not known who won the presidency -- that is from the result of about 40 million voters. And yet many were surprised at the swift result of the election in India held almost at the same time with around 450 million voters, plus the smooth transition of the Indian government.
The answer is very simple. India has a parliamentary form of government. And its electoral process is simpler compared to the one we have in the Philippines.
After all these years living here in Down Under, I could only dream that somehow parliamentary system is what we need in the Philippines. Some would argue that we had tried this system during the Marcos’ regime and it did not work well. My answer to that argument is how could that system be successful when it was under martial law? It was a democracy under duress.
I shall be using the Australian experience as the blueprint for a Philippine Parliamentary form of government for argument sakes.
The national government shall be formed from the House of Representatives. Just like our lower house. Let us presume that all our congressmen or congresswomen are now members of the new parliament. The Prime Minister is the leader of the political party who has the majority number of members of the parliament or congressmen. In short, the prime minister who is the head of the national government is only a mere congressman/woman. And he or she has only to campaign in one congressional district. It is therefore very important in a parliamentary form of government to have major political parties, each with its own distinct political platforms, policies or agenda. Personalities won’t be that important any more. In most campaign propaganda, we will therefore find that it is the political parties that are being projected and their ideas of governance and the names of the candidates are oftentimes not even mentioned.
It is therefore a tradition for a political party to hold a national conference few months before the election to formulate different policies. This is where the dealings and compromise are done to achieve a unity among the party members to adopt one uniform platform and get ready for the political campaign. So the election is all about policies and not personalities. And the campaign period is only limited to about 4 weeks. So the highest political leader of the land has only to campaign in one congressional district with so much less to spend.
And the election results will be known few hours after the closing of the polling booths. Let us take for example the 1st district of Lanao Norte. Six hours after the canvassing started, KNP candidate Alipio Badelles has already achieved a considerable lead from the vote rich Iligan City and other neighboring towns that the yet unreported votes from the hinterlands could not alter the result any more. And his closest political opponent will do the obvious of conceding the election at that very juncture. So in the COMELEC national tally room one seat will be credited to the political party KNP. There will be no tally of number of votes garnered but just a tally for which congressional district went to what political party. And this scenario will be repeated from all the congressional districts nationwide. Before the sunrise of the next day of the election, we will already know which party is leading and would form the national government. It is that quick.
As a house of review, there will also be an upper house or Senate. Two senators should be elected from each region. With 13 regions, we should have 26 senators. Not much different from the present set-up in numbers but more equitable in representation with also much lesser amount of money in campaign spending.
In the presidential form of government, the president is the head of the government at the same times the head of state. This is not so in a parliamentary system. The prime minister is only the head of the government. Who will then be the head of the state? We don’t have a royal family in the Philippines. But we could have a ceremonial President as head of state. It is important that the presidency should not be an elective position in as much as it is only a ceremonial position. He or she should be nominated by the government and the opposition party to achieve acceptability and unity. The President should be a person who has no political background in the recent past but have achieved great stature in national service such as a distinguished retired Supreme Court justice or a former military chief of staff with impeccable records. The term of the president should be limited to, say, 4 or 5 years. Future President should be like Justice Hilario Davide.
The advantages of parliamentary system are plenty. Election spending is less and therefore graft and corruption could be minimized. The prime minister does not owe too much to too many and governance will have its proper priorities. Popular actors may win as congressmen but very unlikely to become prime minister. The not rich but brilliant person has a good or equal chance of leading his country.
But any change is always a very difficult task. There is always the fear of the unknowns. I know this shift from the present Presidential form to Parliamentary system is a wishful thinking of mine. It would be very difficult to convince the Filipino electorate that FPJ and his likes won’t be visiting them any more. And they don’t want to miss the big political circus that comes to their small town once every few years.
Meanwhile let us wait in suspense as who shall eventually win the last
election held almost a month ago.
| TRIVIA |
Q.
Why
do we say "it's raining cats and dogs" when referring to a heavy rain?
A. Houses in the old days had thatched roofs.
Thick straw, piled high, with no wood underneath. It was the only
place for animals to get warm, so all the pets -- dogs, cats, and other
small animals, mice, rats, bugs -- lived on the roof. When it rained
it became slippery and sometimes the animals would slip and fall off the
roof. Hence the saying, "It's raining cats and dogs."
I
remember the summer I was sixteen. As keenly as the tangy scent of
the sea all around me. The clouds drifted lazily across the open
sky, stopping here and there to form a myriad of shapes. The English
manor we had rented for the summer stood out like a distant speck above
the bluff. Beneath it the waves churned and frothed throwing themselves
with wild abandon against the unyielding rocks. But where I walked
the waters had gentled to a shimmering lap, washing over my feet in clear
azure. The seagulls put on a show, flying high into the sky then
suddenly swooping down to gracefully land on the shore. I dug my
hands deeper into the pockets of my worn-out overalls, my thoughts one
with the splendid isolation.
A dog barked. I heard your voice then. Playful. Laughing. You darted right in front of me, the white of your dress like the cotton sails billowing in the wind. There you stood, the sandals dangling from your hand and your hair windswept. The dog barked again eager to reclaim the lost attention. Very handsome, I said. He's a retriever, you murmured. I call him Jack. Jack walked us home that night manfully protecting us from a too-curious tern who had stopped to gaze at us with polite interest. You never put on your sandals.
I longed for time to stretch out on the golden sand. Infinite. To be undying like the waves coming in on little feet and departing on soundless tread. I could see that you wished it, too. In the way you took small, hesitant steps, fearful to reach the end of something so quickly. In the way you hid your smile and face from me, turning it to an unseen point on the horizon. The way your skirt resisted the wind's siren call. Jack was wont to misbehave more yelping and barking at the blameless seaweed. In his eyes I saw a look of reproach as if he, too, were blaming Summer for its yearly demise. Summer beckoned and we answered.
Our hands lay entwined as we sat on the boulders watching the sky turn dark. Playfully chasing Jack, plumes of wet spray drenching us with salt-tinged waters. We watched our paper boats drift away and I caught the tear sliding down your cheek. Don't cry, I said. I'm not, you replied bravely and sniffled. We burst out into laughter trailing into a solemn silence. I kissed you then and held you against my heart. My eyes smarted and I breathed in deep the lingering scent of your hair. The walk home was different. Aware that something deeply precious had been conceived and that it would be drifting out of our grasp, as surely as Summer would give way to Autumn, as surely as the sea would go back into the bosom of the deep. The terns did not call that night.
I wore my faded overalls, the one I wore when we met. I balled my hands into tight fists, shoving them deep into my pockets before they remembered your touch. You came, barefoot. This is Jack, you said, your voice breaking in the wind. I know, I replied. He's a retriever. We laughed and Jack barked, scampering to chase away the pall of gray. You held something up. The sun gleamed brightly across the polished surface. I want to give you this. Your voice was the softest of whispers drowning the crashing surf. I took the chain into my trembling hand, my fingers caressing the fine gold and the letters engraved upon the locket. Your name. You clasped my hands in yours. It rests best next to a loving heart.
A dog barks and I hear your voice. You're far away, you say, your gentle eyes searching. I was remembering, I replied. Remembrance flashed in her eyes, poignant love and warmth. I clasp her hands, placing a lingering kiss upon her palm, my fingers caressing the band of muted gold. I drew her head down to where the locket rested, next to a loving heart.
[Author's Note: Summer has just slipped
away and this piece seeks to remind us of just what it might bring or what
it might have brought. Comments may be e-mailed to Candice at candz911@yahoo.co.uk]
Educational Development Plan
of Lanao Chung Hua School
(An Overview)
By Christine Veronica B. Uy
Assistant Principal, LCHS
The primary objectives set for the Educational Development Plan of Lanao Chung Hua School are adhering to the Vision and Mission Statements of the school as spelled out in the Student Handbook.
The learning development intended for each student is directed into a total enrichment of varied aspects in the learning spectrum of a learner. Learning areas such as academic, co-curricular activities, spiritual, value formation, hands-on activities, etc. are considered and evaluated periodically to improve on its implementation and system adopted.
The school views this development into two categories: short term and long term planning. Department proposals are required from each academic curriculum to assess the proposed plans that are feasible and applicable for implementation.
The short term proposals are the yearly co-curricular activities that entail constant changes on the format, objective, themes in order to improve on the presentations and, at the same time, to achieve maximum participation from each student.
The long term proposals are the basic tenets in a school which are the academic policies, the instruction, upgrading of curriculum, faculty development, support services and facility improvement.
What have been attained with respect to this educational development plan?
Lanao Chung Hua School has already been recognized in the community as a Chinese school that has attained prominence in the subject areas of Mathematics, Sciences and the English and Chinese languages. The list of successful alumni speaks for the kind of school that had developed through the years. Needless to say, just like learning, we should never stop to learn, to be curious or even to be inquisitive; otherwise, we rust.
The short term plans of the school continue to adopt new procedures and even new activities. Most of these are conceptualized through themes, through series of consultations from faculty or through inter-school activities which the school participates in. We are happy to say that the co-curricular activities now are maximally participated in by the students since we have evolved these into contest activities.
With regards to its long term plans, gradually, the school is now taking
concrete steps in instituting and refining on the following:
We know that the administration of these set plans is a continuous
process. However, the school community has been expanded to include
the establishment of a parents’ association that can be a viable instrument
in the materialization of the long term plans of the school, especially
in the area of facility improvement. Scholarship programs, which have been
created by the Alumni association, have been very encouraging to the students
and parents, as well.
There are still many tasks to do to make every step in this developmental plan truly work out. But what makes up for some disappointing moments in the ministering of our duties are compensated when see our products developed into what was initially envisioned for them.
Fruit vendor in Vietnam
A Vietnamese fruit vendor goes about her daily
chore of selling watermelons and mangos on a boat by the river on a typical
day in Ho Chi Minh City, Vietnam. Photo by Roderick Ngo (Batch '70).
|