Injustice

I guess this would be my last on discussing the INJUSTICE I felt as young as 18. My friend Floro N.Cubelo of the blog “Emancipated Emotions” witnessed the event and gave his own writing which is “A Clarionet Cries”.<--CLICK FOR THE LINK Let me begin my story and put this in the simplest of words, it was an election period of our department. I, Jose “Chito” Angkang had been so active in college for 2 years that I serve almost all of my colleagues without having any official position; just plain influence. I ran as the department president. My campaign was at its best because I had been 2 weeks ahead of my opponent. During the campaign period, I was so sure of winning because of the numerous students that praised my platforms and ideas compared to the opposing party that did not have any idea on what they were doing, they don’t even have the complete requirements and the number of students to qualify for a party because they were just merely forced by teachers to run. The election came in the evening of Monday and bad news went to the halls of the department. Unfortunately, I lost. It was difficult for me to accept because my plans had been so ready to be made into actions. As I examined the tally of votes, questions filled my head as the numbers weren’t accurate in total with the exact population of students like 20 students were missing, then I ask myself “was I cheated? “. Even the 3rd year class, only 17 people voted for me; I was really informed that 42 students were to vote for me at their year level. The next day came and my party mates agreed with me to complain on the mystery of the odd counts announced. The moderator told me that I should only be the one to enter the office, was that their way of isolating me in order to block the defence from my comrades? As I went inside the office, my body froze to the point that I needed some seconds to think in order to construct a sentence what to be properly asked. I was facing both the program chair and the moderator; hell was ready to burn me at those moments. As I got my body relaxed, I began to speak. I requested for a recount and the moderator said that he had already THROWN THE BALLOTS. Was this a set up?! Rage was in my mind, because the only proof is now gone. They were telling me of things that everything will be just fine, everything just happen because my opponent is a “Dean’s Lister”, then so what?! Being intelligent is nothing without leadership for a president. Then I asked who counted the ballots, as everybody knew only that there was only 1 person who counted them. My moderator replied “your best friend counted with me”. I did not believe what he had just said, it sounds so impossible that my best friend was so silent about it. I was so pissed that day that I felt paranoid in the point I realized 2 things, was everybody so plastic with me telling me that they are going to vote for me or simply I just cannot trust my teachers anymore. WHO THE HELL SHOULD I BELIEVE ON NOW?!! I left and finished the talk as soon as possible due to my motivation of serving has dried up into nothingness. I went straight to the Clarion office and found our upcoming EIC which was Floro. 2 hours later, I was so puzzled what to do anymore; it seems I cannot calm myself down. I seek advice from the student personnel head. His name is Mr. Rommel Tambis, he was always commented as strict and a person who may seem not to laugh. That day, I saw an intelligent father. I told him everything that happened and he agreed with me that there is really something wrong. He suggested that I should make a brief concise letter to formally tell the administration my complaint. I made a letter and I requested Sir Tambis to evaluate my letter if it was good enough, I was so touched that he gave me 3 hours on creating that letter at the same time talking to me. He asked me if I was ready to give out the letter, because it would really ignite the department and may somehow lead to a bad aura for me as the years to come. He told me at that point “SOMETHING IN THIS WORLD ARE JUST NOT FAIR, GOD HAS SOME OTHER PLANS FOR YOU”. I kept those words in my head and simply peace had been seen in my face. After realizing what he said, I still risked to send the letter. Hell yeah! I guess it makes my life better risking a lot before I die and to shake the department. Anyway, to end this, the words

“SOMETHING IN THIS WORLD ARE JUST NOT FAIR, GOD HAS SOME OTHER PLANS FOR YOU”
- Sir Romel Tambis

So even I was cheated and fooled by the whole department, I am glad that I did not win the position, so I could fully dedicate myself to Clarion, Clarion is school publication, the group of extreme writing people or college family that has been so true and honest to me.
That’s all I have to say. I’m glad what God gives me.