Ang aklat na ito ay minsang pinangarap at patuloy na ninais. Nang ito ay maisakatuparan, ginawaran ito ng isang pamagat upang maipakilalang ito’y isang bagay na isa at iba.
Ang “Mga Pinagsama-samang Salita sa mga Pinagsama-samang Papel” ay nagnanais na magpakilala ng isang pagkatao. Mga damdamin at isip na isinalin sa salita nang magkaroon ng saysay. Mabuti man o masama, ito’y isang damdamin. Tama man o mali, ito’y isang kaisipan.
Ang damdamin at isip, sa anumang paraan ay lalantad nang sa gayon ay makapagdagdag ng kahulugan at buti.
Laman ng aklat na ito ang mga damdamin at isip ng isang musmos na pilit na inuunawa ang buhay at nagnanasa na maaninag ang mga natatagong kahulugan nito.
A LETTER TO MONSE
My dear Monsignor,
I am terribly confused about life. Of course, I know I will not anymore receive an answer from you with your ever resounding voice, but still, I do address to you this question. I am so curious about life. There are many that I don’t understand about it. I want to go on and have it explored. But, Monse, the more I try, the more I feel very limited. One thing I discovered and this hopelessly, is that life isn’t constant, not permanent for man is fluctuating.
I felt puzzled with your death. There are many “whys” which I want answered now. When in complete silence, you lay in that coffin, I observed everybody speak so highly of you. Everybody was singing praises for you. All had wanted to make others feel they were to you that close, that familiar. Everybody seemed to know all about you. Yet some of the very same persons were those who had thrown you mud during your lifetime. Some of the very same persons were those who, with malicious and selfish motives had tried to full you down before.
Life is funny, isn’t it? Many times, man isn’t openly offered the praises, he so deserves, the encouragement he so needs while alive. Why have them be heaped upon him when he is dead? When he can no longer hear them? When he can no longer be inspired by them? This makes me consider myself. Now, as a young man, as a student, as a person. I am oftentimes criticized. I seldom receive a word of praise or appreciation for the things that I have done. Tell me, Monse, do I have to lie in that coffin to get the feeling of importance that one of my age so craves for?
Please, let even your spirit respond.
From a student On teachers
I hate “back-fighting”. It is one very treacherous an act that people have to condemn. Those who back-fight are cowards. They don’t argue, don’t confront for fear of the consequence. So, they wag their tongues endlessly, destroying one’s personality in the process, and not giving anyone a chance to stand on his or her defense. I am no back-fighter, that is why, I am here expressing my heart and my mind. I am getting myself fully exposed to reactions after I have my sentiments expressed.
I believe, and this, everybody has to be made to believe, that teachers should be paragons of virtues. Anywhere, anytime, they should act as models. They should set their students good examples. YET... there are teachers who become big disappointments to their students. For example, there are those who sometimes forget to count one to ten before letting loose of their tongues. And what words do come out? And how? There are teachers who seem not to be in the right frame of mind at times and do things that simply become provocative. Pedagogues must cerebrate always that they are preceptors especially in the eyes of the young students. They must stand in front of a trick mirror if they have to. After all, they are here to instruct us and not to destroy us. They can correct our grammar but not our hearts, our will, freedom. Students don’t of course expect their teachers to greet them “good morning” around, but everybody owes each other respect. Human beings should always be treated like one. It keeps one’s dignity. A teacher who humiliates his students takes the risk of getting himself humiliated, too. That is, if the student feel unable to hold themselves. Most often, though, the students just back-fight because they feel that it useless to argue or to confront. Students, against their teachers are often subdued.
Well, this write-up is not a compliment, but I believe, I owe nobody an apology. It is no sin to express oneself. Besides, my intentions are good. I just want to serve a reminder, in case, some teacher tends tend to forget. I do this to friends and to those I love. Besides, it is not a fault to have a taste of the freedom of the press. What do you say?