Stories From My Garden: DS On QueSci's 2nd Qualifying Examination

Monday, March 7, 2011

DS On QueSci's 2nd Qualifying Examination

Praise God! Migs made it again in Quezon City Science High School's 2nd Qualifying Exam. We will now have a scholar in the family because tuition is FREE. But although it is free, the quality of education is not sacrificed, because the school is one of the top triumvirate Science high schools in the country.

We will have a 3rd and final screening on March 15 -- an interview, which is more like a getting-to-know-you kind of thing, and we are praying that we will do our best. I say "We", because the parent/s are included. :)

Quezon City Science High School, or "QueSci" as it is commonly called, is the premiere Science high school of Quezon City, our home city this side of the globe. It is a Regional Science High School, and we are truly and greatly blessed that Migs is one of the many hopefuls who made it there for his secondary education.

To God be the glory!

Give thanks to the LORD,
for he is good;
his love endures forever.
Psalm 107:1

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God's Bouquet

You must bloom where you are planted,
In the garden we call life,
And bring some special beauty,
To each corner where there's strife.
Perhaps you're but a dandelion,
Wishing you were a rose,
Yet in this place of growingthings,
You're the one God chose.
It's up to you to finish,
What the good Lord has begun,
By growing just the way youshould,
And face each day's new rising sun.
There's room for you if you choose,
To be in a glorious array,
Of beauty from God's garden,
That He'll add to His bouquet.

I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:--
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company!
I gazed -- and gazed -- but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

William Wordsworth (1815)