Stories From My Garden: DS at ADMU Reception for the Merit & Director's List Scholars 2016

Saturday, February 6, 2016

DS at ADMU Reception for the Merit & Director's List Scholars 2016

This. Is. The. ATENEO Freshman MERIT and DIRECTOR'S LIST SCHOLARS 2016 Reception and Welcome Dinner Event. :)

What a great day this was!

ADMU was very prepared and organized not only to impress us, parents and scholars, but they were also very convincing in "wooing" us to enroll DS in the Ateneo come August...

On a side note, everything was truly impressive and beautiful. We are convinced why DS's heart is in the Ateneo -- and will most likely always be, even if he goes to the other top school in Diliman...

P.S. >> MIGS was not able to catch up in today's activities, because he was in the Ateneo BioCamp 2016 Competition the entire day. He was able to attend the welcome dinner, thankfully, though. :)

No comments:

Post a Comment

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)