Youth is not a time of life; it is a state of mind; it is not a matter of rosy cheeks, red lips and supple knees; it is a matter of the will, a quality of the imagination, a vigor of the emotions; it is the freshness of the deep springs of life.

   Youth means a temperamental predominance of courage over timidity of the appetite, for adventure over the love of ease.  This often exists in a man of sixty more than a body of twenty.  Nobody grows old merely by a number of years.  We grow old by deserting our ideals.

   Years may wrinkle the skin, but to give up enthusiasm wrinkles the soul.  Worry, fear, self-distrust bows the heart and turns the spirit back to dust.

   Whether sixty or sixteen, there is in every human being’s heart the lure of wonder, the unfailing child-like appetite of what’s next, and the joy of the game of living.  In the center of your heart and my heart there is a wireless station; so long as it receives messages of beauty, hope, cheer, courage and power from men and from the Infinite, so long are you young.

   When the aerials are down, and your spirit is covered with snows of cynicism and the ice of pessimism, then you are grown old, even at twenty, but as long as your aerials are up, to catch the waves of optimism, there is hope you may die young at eighty.

- Samuel Ullman

I’m too pre-occupied that I can’t create a decent blog post, take good pictures and change my giraffe picture into a more sensible one. It sucks.

As a student of a Christ-centered institution for 11 years, I can say that I have outgrown the values taught by our school and have fully developed my God-given capacities. St. Scholastica’s Academy, before long my Alma matter, taught me so much lessons that I will never forget. Good values that I will bring with me throughout my journey and will never find in any place I go. And soon that I’m entering college I will always remember and not lose consciousness of the Benedictine motto: Ora et Labora. It will remind me to offer everything I do to our Lord for His greater glory. 

I-St. Bernadette

II- St. Margaret Mary

III-St. Walburga

IV-St. Cecilia

Donna and Clarisse - my friends since Day 1(Prep)

DTMB, whom I spent most of my highschool life with +Kyra, Patrice and Andrea

And to all the great friends I made, always remember that ”a friendship can weather most things and thrive in thin soil; but it needs a little mulch of letters and phone calls and small, silly presents every so often- just to save it from drying out completely.” (Pam Brown) I could’ve not done it without you.

Gabay Club ‘10-‘11

Sodality of our Lady (Seniors)

It has been a tradition that the undergraduates will give a tribute to the Seniors on their last club meeting. Thank you SODA for the wonderful gifts you gave to us! :)

(c) Inna Carlos 

Cheers to us, Team S! We did an excellent job all through out :)

Goodbye and Thank you, St. Scho.