The Days when Death Threat was my Snack

Dear mouse,

This is again another buzz in blogosphere. This issue is close to my heart because I was not exactly the student whose small body frame was weighed down with the MOST BEHAVED medals during my grade school days and destiny made me gave up these karmic chips when the gods of the cats made me a school administrator as a Dean of a College in a university. Don’t ever think that it was my age who got me this position. This Cat is going to put a hex on you if you ever think about it. Sham –ala-la. *heh*

Thank God, blogging then was still unheard of as weapon of mass destruction for personalities we hate and photoshop was still in its earliest versions. If not, as an admin I would have been pictured like I were some sort of a fascist too when I implemented rules and regulations and using the voice of Miriam Defensor Santiago who claimed she ate death threats for breakfast, I, the Cat took them as snacks. Teheheheh . It is not as gross as eating your relative mouse. Yeks.

I know how it is to be a student. I ‘ve been a problem student then. But I never threatened the principal nor a school admin of death. I was ready to take the consequence…expulsion or suspension. It never happened because I always saw to it that I do not cross the line.

This is my stand, when students demonstrate destruction and threaten people in their blogs, the freedom of speech can no longer be invoked. (The suspended students claimed that the blog was not theirs).

If blogging was already popular when I was a student, I would have made the same. VENT. But I am not stupid to write the names of the people I had beef with or tell my friends that I got a private blog about some whining. Remember the issue on immersion where the Ateneo student said that it was a private blog?

Friends can be traitors you know. And there are badder elements in the real and virtual worlds who can not go out in the open so they use people who they think can easily be influenced because they had already the gripes…that is offering more fuel to make a small fire bigger. And that is what I am going to discuss in this hohumm essay.

Now don’t ever believe that it was lack of discipline of my parents that I’ve become a habitue of the guidance counsellors and principal’s office . Nah you’re wrong. My mother was a multi-tasker. She can do the household chore and punished me at the same time. When I tied the braids of my classmate in the kindergarten to the back of her chair, my mom punished me of hanging. Literally. hehehe.

I was bored. That was the verdict of the principal so that she accelerated me to grade one where I made my classmate’s braided hair again as my pencil holder. When she left, she took my pencils too.

When I was in high school, I was included in a pilot class where most of the students were valedictorians. We got that we-are-the-creme-of-the-crop-feeling-syndrome that we were walking in the school’s corridor as if we were still wearing those medals we received in grade school. Yeah like that contestant in American Idol who wore his grade school medal when he auditioned.

With arched brows and stiff necks, we were like “if you got no brain, then you are not amongst us”. I got tired of it after a few weeks and after the school principal talked to me. I started developing real stiff neck. Bohhohoho.

The principal in that school was overwhelmed by the enrollment of most of the honor students from elementary in that high school department of the university. So he built us as a special classroom and ordered the teachers to conduct their classes there instead of us moving from room to room every period. SPOILED US.

The teachers rallied. The principal revoked the memo while we were waiting inside the classroom. My classmates proceeded to the teachers’ rooms. I stayed. I hated the principal. I thought he was weak. I was thinking he should have stood on his order. I was in the verge of tears. I am not proud of that moment but I treasured the wisdom taught to me by the principal when he explained that it was not a weakness to bend for a greater good. He admitted he erred in issuing order and he owned his mistake.

Betrayals next…

To be continued…
The Ca t